The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The pale little face was flushed, and Sheng Yize thought it was fun. He reached out and poked, "It's as easy to blush as before."

From small to large.

An Xia Xia patted his hand, still frowning: "What if it is really serious?"

"for example?"

An Xia Xia thought about it, "For example, the child is not yours?"

"..." Sheng Yize black line.

Ansha Shaton lost her words and quickly explained: "An example! Just an example!"

"Change another." Sheng Yize's face was depressed, very depressed.

... Which man is depressed when he hears his daughter-in-law saying that the child is not his own!

"Then ... cheating all your belongings and absconding with money?" Anxiaxia thought for a long time before she came up with one.

Sheng Yize grinned twice, his eyes full of contempt: "You don't have this IQ."

"..." She would die without hitting it one day, right ...

An Xia Xia bit the horn: "If there is one day ..."

"No," Sheng Yize said firmly. "I believe you."

Anxiaxia was moved for a while, and it became more and more deceptive to Lan Yu's words.

Just thinking about it, does Sheng Yize mean "believe in her IQ"?

Anshaxia suddenly felt heartbroken.

"Xia Xia." Sheng Yize called her and changed the subject, "Would you like to take a wedding photo?"

"Well?" An Xia Xia responded. "Can you shoot?"

If you think about it, don't talk about the wedding photos of the two, not even a few of them.

Sheng Yize laughed: "Of course."

"Then I asked Momo, in which studio did she and He Jiayu shoot ..." Anxia Xiaman World looked for a mobile phone.

"Don't ask." Sheng Yize held her hand. "We're not in the studio."

"Where are you going? Studio?"

Sheng Yize shook his head, mysteriously said, "You will know soon."

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The next day.

Sheng Yize took Anxiaxia around and around, crossed the busy street, and found a small shop.

The decoration of the store is warm and fresh. There are several pots of greenery on the windowsill, and all kinds of strange gadgets are placed in the store.

The name of the store is also poetic: love \ 'time.

There was only a young girl in the store, and she quickly exchanged two sentences with Sheng Yize. She smiled at An Xia Xia and pulled off the white cloth on the model, exposing the beautiful and exquisite wedding dress inside.

White and dreamy, embellished with fine diamonds, layered skirts are like flowers, and it is already shocking to see just wearing it on a model.

"This is ..." Anxia Xia was in place.

Sheng Yize squeezed her palm: "Do you like it?"

How could you not like it ...

Anxiaxia bit her lip excitedly.

The **** the side told her in English, "This is your husband's own design. I'm so envious of you, ma'am."

An Xia Xia looked at Sheng Yize inconceivably. Will he still design clothes?

"Oh, I have studied architecture and design, and clothing design is not good. I just participated in the design, and the designer did it." Sheng Yize was modest. "In the tradition of the Sheng family, the husband designs wedding dresses for his wife. "

It came from very early, and Grandma Sheng also had a design by Grandpa Sheng himself.

Only his mother didn't.

He didn't want to leave regrets for Anxiaxia.

Even so, An Xia Xia was so touched that he flew into his arms: "Thank you."

Sheng Yize stiffened and touched her head: "Fool ... thank you for saying anything."