The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Mr. Song's gentle and elegant smile solidified on his face.

I have to say that in his position in the business world, no one has dared to arrogantly face him in this way for many years.

This An Yibei has a lot of courage.

The guard bodyguards on the side have taken a step forward. As long as Mr. Song orders, he can definitely throw An Yibei out of here.

Mr. Song was looking at the business community and seeing it thoroughly. He knew that An Yibei's attitude was actually protecting Anxiaxia from the heart.

Xia Xia was able to have such a family. He was too happy that he could do it.

He waved his hand, and the bodyguard returned with interest.

An Yibei calmly took a sip of tea, as if not worried at all.

Anxiaxia was finally relieved, but she heard Mr. Song said, "Xiaxia's grandma, aunt, and the women of the Song family all have a special genetic disease. Improper treatment may be more serious than cancer. Although Anjia is also a well-off family , But I think that it is not enough to pay for Xia Xia ’s body research and future treatment. It will be better for her to return Xia Xia to the Song family. "

An Yibei and An An's faces changed.

Anxia Xia was anxious: "You say that you are sick and sick! I have been so healthy since childhood! I am not sick!"

Mr. Song smiled: "But when you were in junior high school, you were in the hospital for two months. At that time, the doctor didn't find out what kind of illness you were ..."

"That's just weak ..." An Xia Xia wanted to say more, and was restrained by his father, "Xia Xia, stop talking."

Father An's face is ugly. He is a doctor, so he is more aware of the frightening nature of this family genetic disease. He was hospitalized in the summer and summer of that year, and the attending doctor was a friend whom he had known for many years. Children are susceptible to illness.

Whether Mr. Song is true or not, at least, sending her back to the Song family for the benefit of An Xia Xia ’s body is good and harmless.

"I agree with Xia Xia going back ..." Father An said tiredly. "Please take good care of her."

Anxiaxia was about to cry. What's going on? Mr. Song said a few words, his dad disarmed and surrendered?

She looked at An Yibei, frowning An Yibei, and said nothing.

"Thank you for your understanding." Mr. Song smiled politely. "Let's eat, Xia Xia, today you are ordering your favorite dishes."

Anxiaxia's eyes were filled with water mist, and she began to eat with anger.

She eats so much that An Yibei and An Dafa can't stop it. After eating and drinking, even drinking several glasses, An Yibei can't bear it: "Enough! Don't be capricious!"

"You just said you didn't sell me ..." An Xia Xia's eyes were red, An Yibei didn't look away, afraid to look at him.

"It's not for you ... it's for your good ..." An Yibei only felt that his throat was dry. Once he decided to move in order to keep Anxiaxia away from Mr. Song. It was a joke at the moment.

An Xia Xia stood up staggering, An Yibei frowned: "What are you doing?"

"I go to the bathroom."

She didn't want to cry in front of Mr. Song.

After crying for a few minutes in the bathroom, Jiu Jiner came up, An Xia Xia faintly walked back, and opened the private room door with her feeling.

The flowers were all in front of her, and she couldn't see anything. She sat down looking for a place, and she knocked on the table: "My meat!"

People around looked at each other, and someone suggested: "Mr. Sheng, should you let the bodyguards throw people out?"