The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

To be honest, An Xia Xia did regret it a bit.

But she didn't want to be soft in front of Mr. Song, and gave him a glance: "I regret not regret, that is my own business! It has nothing to do with you!"

Nothing to do with you……

Two words, Mr. Song's heart hurt.

He tried the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and stood up: "Since then, I have nothing to say to you. Hold this check, don't think about tearing it back or returning it, it's yours. It's yours If you do n’t use it, maybe it will always be useful in the future. Bone strength is very important, but life is more important. "

Mr. Song owed his body, and returned to being a gentleman who met the gentleman for the first time. An Xia Xia on the hospital bed wanted to tear the check, but when he heard what he said, he was terrified and shrank his hand back.

Intuition told her that although Mr. Song was a little bit strange, in some ways, it seemed to be really good for her.

Strange ... Is he a business crocodile capable of whispering like this?

Is she fascinated by her clever, beautiful and wit charm ~ \\ (≧ ▽ ≦) / ~

As soon as the idea came up, she was speechless to herself.

Think too much ...

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Outside the hospital, an extended Lincoln parked by the side of the road, followed by a luxury car guard.

Mr. Song helped Song Qingchen get in the car. Song Qingchen was still insane. Mr. Song touched her cheek lovingly, and then signaled the driver in the front to lower the sound insulation panel.

"It's late." Mr. Song called her original name. "I booked a ticket to country M for you."

Song Qingchen, which is the real Song Qingwan, froze clearly in his eyes, and then continued to sing and sing, pretending not to understand.

Mr. Song's voice is gentle and elegant: "I know you're pretending to be crazy. Sometimes Dad is confused, but not stupid. I don't know what you and the star's child have planned, and I hope you stop there."

Song Qingwan's lips paled and frowned.

"The name Chenchen does not belong to you. I owe it to you. It is not fair for you to return with Chenchen's name. It is even more unfair to Chenchen." Mr. Song said slowly, "You go, don't came back."

This daughter has done too many wrong things, and the kid in Sheng's family will never let her go.

But ... it was his daughter, after all, he couldn't let it go.

Song Qingwan's tears fell down one by one: "Daddy ... Do you really know, what is really fair?"

He did take her as a daughter, and he would uphold the wrong things and give her a large sum of money, but in the final analysis, she was just an illegitimate daughter and could not live in the sun in her life.

"You said that I used Qingchen's identity ... but isn't she dead? In your heart, isn't it important for me to be a dead person?" Song Qingchen stopped pretending to be stupid, unwilling to marry, and suddenly remembered Something like, "Aren't Qingchen dead? ..."

Mr. Song's aura was calm, and he sat side by side without expression, so he ignored Song Qingwan's word.

Song Qingwan clenched his fist vigorously, Song Qingchen, don't let me know that you are still alive!

On the same day, Song Qingwan was sent away overnight. Mr. Song was seriously ill, recuperated behind closed doors, and refused to see anyone.

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Small hospital garden.

He Jiayu raised an eyebrow: "What do you want to hear?"

Su Xiaomo shook his legs aggressively: "All!"

The temperamental boy pursed his lips and asked a question: "If you know all about me, would you still like me?"