The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

He Jiayu pondered for a few seconds, before giving an answer, Su Xiaomo gave him a white look: "Whoever speaks first is mentally retarded! Don't speak to me!"

"..." He Jiayu couldn't say that there was a bitter bitterness, and his fair face was turning red.

"Don't say it! I dare to say that I can't take care of your life!" Su Xiaomo raised his fist.

He Jiayu was even more uncomfortable.

Su Xiaomo Lengheng: "In short, in short, neither of us can ignore anyone!"

He Jiayu bounced across his forehead: "But ... but you already said that."

Su Xiaomo: ... wipe! Want to admit that you are mentally retarded?

"I can say! You can't!" Su Xiaomo's face was fierce, and He Jiayu sighed helplessly, looking like a bullied little daughter-in-law, "Well, I listen to you."

His voice was soft and soft, and Su Xiaomo's bones were all crisp.

These days he takes care of her in every way ... she has more time to make trouble, and he just shakes his head and sighs, he will never lose her temper with her.

Su Xiaomo remembered a sentence, especially suitable for He Jiayu.

Pinacious son, warm and as good as jade.

This way, he really made her angry.

"Hey, He Jiayu, are you going to explain to me the last time about that girl?" Su Xiaomo raised his chin and asked He Jiayu dragged.

He Jiayu raised her eyebrows slightly: "What do you want to hear?"

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After returning to the ward, An Xiaxia enjoyed the treatment of Sheng Yize feeding and fruiting in person, and rolled her belly comfortably in bed.

"Sheng Yize ... If I leave you in the future, will it become a level nine disability?" Anxiaxia said lazily, and Sheng Yize said lightly: "Don't leave without it. ? "

Don't leave forever, just stay with him alone.

An Xia Xia thought for a while and nodded: "It makes sense ..."

Sheng Yize sighed softly: "Fool."

Anxiaxia kicked him with her feet to vent her anger, and said angrily, "Say I'm a fool, and like me, what kind of taste do you have!"

"Are you talking about me or hacking yourself?" Sheng Yize quite cried and smiled, caught her white tender feet, and stuffed them back into the quilt.

There was a knock at the door, and the two looked curiously, only to see Mr. Song being assisted by the assistant, and slowly walking in.

Seeing him, An Xia Xia turned away and really did not like him!

Sheng Yize frowned: "Mr. Song? What is it?"

Mr. Song looked at Anxia Xia with a complex look: "I have something to say to Xia Xia, it won't take too long. Ize, can you avoid it?"

An Xiaxia grabbed Sheng Yize's hand subconsciously and did not want to let him go.

Seeing her little movement, Mr. Song shook his body, and the people watching it couldn't bear it.

"Three minutes." Sheng Yize said coldly, and patted An Xia Xia's palm calmly.

An Xia Xia pouted and nodded reluctantly.

The assistant closed the door, and the ward calmed down instantly.

Mr. Song was silent for a long while before opening his mouth carefully: "Xia Xia, I'm sorry ..."

"Mr. Song is not sorry to me, so there is no need to apologize." An Xia Xia smiled politely.

"You ... hmm ..." Mr. Song sighed heavily and drew a check out of his suit pocket: "This, you take it ..."

Anxiaxia was annoyed at once. Why is this person so? She's not nauseated by her daughter. She still needs money to humiliate her?