The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Sheng Yize leaned against the door, his shoulders were wide and his legs were long, and Dang Erlang said, "I'm a hooligan? Come, look, what do you scratch me! Have to touch someone ... what blush? Are you not satisfied with the size? "

Anxia Xialiang had a good placket and blushed and said, "Don't talk!"

Black eyes narrowed, flashing dim and unpredictable light. He pushed An Xia Xia to the washstand. "So you like action activists? Or-let's continue?"

An Xia Xia guarded herself and shook her head desperately: "No no no ... no need!"

Sheng Yize put his lips on his lips: "Good, come again after marriage."

... come to your sister!

An Xiaxia fled back to the bed, pretending to be dead.

Sheng Yize knocked on the quilt: "How old are you shy? Get up and drink soup."

"Well ... you're just old!" An Xia Xia arched a small head, blinking her eyes after smelling the rich fragrance, "What soup ..."

"Shiquan Dabu Tang, nourishing yin and kidneys, conditioning the body has a wonderful effect." Sheng Yize smiled very treacherous.

"I don't need to make up!"

"Then I'll drink well." Sheng Yize was about to drink and was snatched by An Xia Xia, a small expression guarding his food to avoid being snatched.

I tasted Anxiaxia and found out that it is ordinary black chicken soup. He just bluffed himself just now.

But the soup he made was so delicious ... An Xia Xia drank two bowls at a time, before lying on the bed, touching his stomach.

There was a rhythmic percussion outside the ward door, and Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow: "Here it is."

"Who?"

"Mr. Song." Sheng Yize sneered, "you'll pretend to die in a while, I'll help you talk!"

An Xia Xia nodded.

Mr. Song came in hastily and looked at Anxiaxia distressedly: "How is she?"

Sheng Yize looped his arms and gave him a cold glance: "Mr. Song still knows that he has a daughter? I would like to ask, is this daughter taken back to be a pet? Or maybe she was killed at the Song family?"

Mr. Song was furious: "What are you talking about? My daughter, how could I want her to die!"

"But she was drugged in her own home!" Sheng Yize's voice has majesty that cannot be underestimated. "If the other party succeeds, then she is ruined in her own home! Mr. Song, you care about this daughter, However, because of you, she almost died once, and that happened today, you dare to say, you have no responsibility at all ?! "

Mr. Song stopped talking, and he had to admit that Sheng Yize's mouth was poisonous, and the key point was in the sentence.

"I will reorganize the Song family and create a safe environment for her." Mr. Song said tiredly.

Anxia Xia quilted her quilt and looked at Sheng Yize with admiration.

Great, Mr. Song was suppressed by a few words!

A smile like the Arctic ice burst, "No need, from today-she, leave it to me."

Mr. Song reluctantly: "You ..."

"Xia Xia doesn't know how to manage. Sooner or later the Song family will marry. Am I not the best target? Since I will be my wife sooner or later, why don't I fulfill my rights and obligations as a husband earlier?"

An Xia Xia was dumbfounded, why is there a feeling of being sent from Longtan Tiger Cave ... into another wolf's mouth?

"No more ... Xia Xia will give it to you." Mr. Song waved his hand, and Sheng Yize seemed to suddenly think of something, and it was harmless to laugh: "One more thing, I sent Song Qingwan into Police station. "

"what?"