The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Yibei was busy with her work and hurried to the hospital.

Pushing the door open, the quilt in the hospital bed arched and shuddered.

The original intention was to stop the water, but the result was instantaneous.

He stepped forward and opened the quilt. Anxiaxia's eyes were red, and the whole person shrank into a ball, as if fragile as an abandoned baby.

"Coquettish! Cry what! If you cry again, those people can't live!" An Yibei's voice was like ice.

An Xiaxia asked Nuo Nuo with a thick nasal voice: "Kang Jian's body ... found?"

An Yibei sighed: "No ..."

"Is there still hope to live?" An Xia Xia brightened.

An Yibei could not bear to refute her and nodded reluctantly.

In fact, the survival rate of health is less than one percent.

"The matter between Wen Qing and He Dongyang has been dealt with almost the same. The ashes were transported back, and the newspaper, the government, and the insurance company will compensate them. In the future, their families will at least not worry about the money." Stay out of the way.

Anxiaxia was uncomfortable listening, after all, she was a colleague who had been with her day and night, and it was really difficult to accept it for a while.

"Today ... Mr. Song is here." Anxia Xiaping calmed down and said to An Yibei.

An Yibei clenched his fists, and Shen said, "What is he here for?"

"He said, to pick me up." Anxiaxia twisted her fingers. "Brother, he's my biological father, you already knew, right?"

An Yibei frowned coldly: "Huh? So you blame me now?"

"I didn't!" Anxiaxia smiled bitterly, "I just feel ... quite ironic ..."

"Do you want to follow him?" An Yibei asked.

He evaded this problem for many years, and finally has to face it.

He could not conclude that Mr. Song's true attitude towards An Xia Xia.

If love, why drive his mother crazy? Ignore it.

If you don't love him, Mr. Song treats her well and doesn't seem to pretend.

Moreover, there are many disputes in the giants, and it is not for her to rashly let Anxiaxia go back, but she will hurt her.

"I hate him very much." An Xia Xia squeezed a word from her teeth.

An Yibei frowned: "Xia Xia, don't be impulsive! Don't think of revenge or anything, he is your father after all!"

An Xia Xia kept silent, An Yibei didn't say much, and a stone hung in his heart.

I wish Anxiaxia would not do anything stupid.

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A few days later, An Xia Xia was called to the newspaper by the manager.

When she came, I heard that the newspaper was acquired by a large group, and the manager might have to be replaced. She was unhappy and vented, presumably she was looking for Anxiaxia to vent her anger.

As soon as he entered the room, the assistant panicked in and notified: "The new president is here!"

The manager took the fly's expression on his face and stood up to greet him.

A tall man, surrounded by a dozen people, walked in slowly.

At the first glance, it was a pair of bright black leather shoes. From above, it was a long leg wrapped in trousers, a white shirt, and a black suit. This simple match, but he wore a different taste. .

"Mr. Sheng ... Hello, what are you doing here?" The manager smiled charmingly and waved An Xia Xia: "Why are you doing this? Go and pour a glass of water for Mr. Sheng."

Anxiaxia went to the tea room silently and brought two cups of coffee. As soon as she entered the door, she heard the manager say something bad about her. Two excellent reporters, President Sheng, I suggest that you fire Anxiaxia! "