The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

After the banquet, Mr. Song called An Xia Xia to the study.

Little Hope was a little bit recognizable and wouldn't let others hold her. Anxia Xia was afraid she would cry, so she took her to the study together.

Mr. Song knocked on the table and smiled warmly: "Qing Chen, what's going on today ... are you satisfied?"

He was referring to shares.

An Xia Xia interrupted him: "Can you call me Xia Xia?"

Mr. Song froze and sighed, "Okay, Xia Xia."

"My mother ... why did you die in a mental hospital?" An Xia Xia looked directly at Mr. Song and asked the doubts in her heart for many years.

Mr. Song showed embarrassment: "She ... she has a mental problem, so she can only be sent to a mental hospital, and I ordered someone to take good care of her ..."

"You lie!" Anxiaxia was so emotional, "She wasn't crazy! You forced her to send her! And, if she really did well, why did she commit suicide? Song Song, isn't it you? made?"

"Xia Xia! I am your father, how can you call my name!" Mr. Song was annoyed, "You are my daughter, what am I to lie to you?"

"Is I embarrassed? Is there something I can't do well and you have to send me to a psychiatric hospital?" Anxiaxia's eyes flushed, "I hate you! I hate it! You don't want any more shares , I want my mother, can you give it back to me? "

Mr. Song was silent.

He was indeed wrong at that time ... But it was all old things, who can tell clearly?

"Do you want a mother?" He murmured, "Xia Xia ... I love your mother too ..."

"Shut up! You don't deserve to mention her!" Anxia Xiahuo went.

If you really love, why does Song Qingwan exist?

You know, Song Qing is even older than her for several months!

Derailed within marriage! Nothing else, but betrayal!

Little Hope was so frightened that he cried. Mr. Song heard the cry and hurried over, "Let me hug."

Perhaps older, he now sees children like it.

"Don't! Otherwise, I hope you're upset. Do you want to send her to a psychiatric hospital?" An Xia Xia satired him.

She walked out of the study with a small hope.

Mr. Song coughed violently and covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

A few minutes later, he removed his handkerchief, which was covered with bright red blood.

Could it be that he could not get his daughter's understanding before he died ...

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Early the next morning, An Xia Xia was called by her servant.

"Miss, it's time to eat."

An Xia Xia didn't want to get out of bed, she just got up and went downstairs.

A woman in a dark purple cheongsam, holding a bun, welcomed her, her voice soft: "Are you the morning?"

An Xia Xia raised her eyebrows, some stunned.

Chu Zhiyun ...

After two years of entertainment in the entertainment industry ...

She took An Xia Xia's arm. "Come, sit down and eat."

Anxiaxia sat down in a fog, "You ...?"

Chu Zhiyun groaned with a smile: "I'm a late mother ... I heard that you're not well, my brother asked me to take care of you ..."

As if a thunder exploded in his head, the chopsticks in An Xia Xia's hands fell off, "Mom late?"

Lying down! Isn't that Primary Three!

She was a reporter before and knew quite well the stars. Chu Zhiyun is only forty years old this year.

Song Qingwan is as big as her, twenty-four.

So ... this little aunt, got it with Mr. Song at sixteen?

Anshaxia suddenly nauseated.