The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

After a short while, he let go of An Xia Xia, and the little woman was stunned by the kiss: "I didn't apply lipstick ... Ah, but I have spicy noodles!"

Be red.

"Well, it tasted, it tasted good." Sheng Yize could not help but.

Anxiaxia's face became red, and she suddenly remembered that she had eaten the instant noodles after washing it, and then only took a mouthful without brushing her teeth. It must have taste ...

QAQ, shame ...

"I'm going up, you ... would you like to be together?" An Xia Xia asked hesitantly.

"No, He Jiayu is not at home. It is not appropriate for me to live." Sheng Yize looked at his watch. "You go up to sleep with her. Call me if you need to."

Anxiaxia bit her lower lip: "What about you?"

Sheng Yize provoked a smile, very gentle.

"Care about me?"

"Of course!" An Xia Xia lowered her head. "I was thinking that if the person who was in trouble today is you, I would have collapsed ..."

"I know." Sheng Yize knew it, "so I won't worry you."

He would not choose a career like doctor or police.

It's not that he never had another dream, but for him, the most important thing is An Xia Xia.

He didn't want to worry her.

Touching An Xia Xia's head, the little woman jumped upstairs, but it was not long before she took the bed blanket down again.

"Cover it for you! Don't freeze and cold!"

Sheng Yize eyed the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.

28 degrees.

Never cold temperatures.

However, he did not refuse An Xia Xia's good intentions and instructed: "Go to bed early."

"Good ~ good night ~"

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Sheng Yize sat in the car for one night. At about seven o'clock, he started the car to the company, and ordered two people to take a breakfast at 10 o'clock on the way.

After all the morning business, the assistant knocked on the door and said tremblingly, "General Manager Sheng ..."

"Huh?" Sheng Yize carefully studied the documents in his hand.

He didn't care about the company for a long time, but accumulated a lot of contracts that required him to nod.

The assistant frowned, and frowned, "I can ask first, how are you feeling?"

"Not bad." Sheng Yize looked up. "Say something straight."

"Then I really said ..."

Sheng Yize's face turned black. What's wrong with his special help today?

"Ms. Lan is waiting for you in the parlor."

"Miss Lan?" Lan Yu?

"She said she came as Miss Qinglan Lanjia Lan ..." The assistant's voice was getting quieter.

Sheng Yize was silent for a moment, and closed the folder in his hand. "Take me to see."

"Yes."

living room.

Lan Yu held the coffee cup elegantly and took a sip of light: "Mr. Sheng, hello."

"Miss Lan is polite." Sheng Yize owed him, and Qingcheng Lan's house should not be underestimated.

The background of his prospective aunt could not have thought so powerful.

Lan Yu chuckled, and her eyes naturally picked up, fascinating: "I thought you would take the initiative to find me. I didn't expect to end up. Instead, I went to visit."

Sheng Yize followed with a smile, but his smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, with coldness.

"I heard that Meng Yue was drunk all day long, and he fell into a state of weakness. I wonder if it has anything to do with Miss Lan?"

Lan Yu's face changed a little, and she smiled stiffly, "Oh? I didn't know."

"In my face, I don't care about the latest news." Sheng Yize raised a dark black eyebrow. "I just don't know what Miss Lan meant?"

"Care? Shouldn't Sheng always say thank you to me?"