The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The sound is as deep as a cello, and loops in the ear like a single.

"I like what you like."

Anxiaxia's dark eyelashes flickered, and the idiot laughed.

"Hey ..."

She went to the living room with a smirk and Sheng Yize shook his head. The second-goods girl was more happy, and this was true.

At noon is Sheng Yize's cooking. He seems to have lighted up his cooking skills tree all these years. He has done a good job and the soup is delicious. Anxiaxia feels that he has been fed so I am afraid I can gain ten pounds a month.

After she was full, she was determined not to eat: "I want to lose weight!"

"Why lose weight? You're not fat."

"No! I must cut!"

"Don't you eat such a delicious meal, right?"

"Well ... but losing weight is a woman's career ..."

"It's okay, I'm rich, you can talk to me, career or something, give up."

Then An Xia Xia was very unmotivated and was persuaded to eat another bowl of rice and two bowls of soup ...

She could not walk, and Ge You lay on the sofa: "I'm almost a waste."

Sheng Yize Tingle: "You are a bit conscious."

It wasn't until a long, long time ago that one of the white and fat little white rabbits that was raised understood that the belly had fattened her, and it was definitely a long-cherished plan!

Asshole!

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Anxia Xia's house is at home. In addition to writing articles, she lives a lazy cancer life of sitting and eating.

Sheng Yize sneered at this, thinking about it, and taking her to a wedding reception.

"He Jiayu and Su Xiaomo will also go, let's relax."

Arrived at the scene, Anxiaxia was shocked by the beautiful wedding scene.

The arch is made of flowers, and there are red roses and white veils everywhere, romantic and elegant, and a small symphony band invited on the scene, and a white-haired priest

"Look at it ..." An Xia Xia envied.

Sheng Yize glanced at her: "Did you not say that you like Chinese weddings?"

An Xia Xia said, "I also like western style ... If only I could get more marriages."

Sheng Yize sneered: "Dream!"

In this life, she can only marry him alone!

An Xia Xia put her mouth out, not far away, Su Xiaomo waved at her: "Xia Xia, we are here!"

Su Xiaomo changed his old style of rough Chinese, wearing a layered white dress, wearing a white wrist flower on his hands, and when he laughed ... he had a lot of flavor.

Is this still Su Xiaomo?

A conjecture floated in her mind, and she whispered Su Xiaomo: "Ahem ... you two, what?"

Su Xiaomo is infinitely shy: "Huh ~"

"Hee hee, satisfied?" Anxiaxia winked at her.

When mentioning this topic, Su Xiaomo was a little bit nervous: "Hehe ..." Several times a night, I just want to be overly satisfied and let go!

She glared resentfully at He Jiayu, He Jiayu looked at it puzzledly, and smiled warmly like jade.

"He still looks so good when he laughs ..." An Xiaxia sighed, Su Xiaomo hummed twice: "It's okay, He Meiren is used to seeing it like that."

She is now indifferent to the value of He Jiayu, and her mind is that he galloped on her last night, baby, sweetly cried ...

Damn! The broad daylight turned dirty again, she shyly covered her face, and suddenly realized that it was wrong: "I'm going, how could you come with Sheng Yize? Do you want to eat his turn grass again?"