The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Fang Shanshan laughed and burst into tears: "Feng Feng you ... you are so deceived!"

Chi Yuanfeng said embarrassedly, "I think my uncle is very reasonable ..."

He will surely double his goodness in the future!

"Trouble you, please, Shanshan and I have something to say." Fang Liyuan looked at Chi Yuanfeng, and Chi Yuanfeng nodded, and brought them out when he went out.

As soon as he left, Fang Liyuan's face became serious: "I still say that, this man, I don't look down on it."

Too simple, too ignorant, and Fang Shanshan are not the same.

The two men argued for a long time, Fang Shanshan was anxious, and shouted, "Hey! I said he was the one I chose! Uncle you don't care about me, this is my own life!" Angrily, like an angry little dog.

Fang Liyuan sneered: "Okay, I don't care about you, but someone will come-to compete with him fairly."

Fang Shanshan was half-hearted: "What do you mean?"

"Literally, I am looking forward to how long the two of you can last." Fang Liyuan shrugged and left.

Opening the door, he froze slightly.

Chi Yuanfeng held a large bag of snacks in his hands and stared at him stupidly.

Fang Liyuan speculated in his heart, how much he heard in the last few words.

Who knows, Chi Yuanfeng just smiled at him: "Uncle, are you leaving? I'll send you."

"No need." Fang Liyuan said lightly and left.

"Feng Feng!" Fang Shanshan hurried to come over, Chi Yuanfeng smiled at her with a look of loneliness: "Am I ... useless?"

Fang Shanshan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Chi Yuanfeng took her silence as a default, closed her eyes, shoved a snack bag into her hand, and walked to the bedroom in despair.

Fang Shanshan looked down, and in such a short time, he even bought her ....

In my heart, a sense of guilt surged.

The person Fang Liyuan said ... who would it be?

-

A week later.

There was a power outage in the middle of the night, and Su Xiaomo kicked the quilt open again, his body shivering frozen.

She kept having nightmares, and her forehead exuded a fine cold sweat.

Suddenly, she felt that someone had covered the quilt for her, then got into the quilt, carried her into her arms, and patted her back gently.

She was gradually awake, but never dared to open her eyes.

Too scared to be a dream again, too scared to wake up to nothing.

"Mo Mo." Her voice was so sweet and tender that she almost cried.

"Did you wake up?" He lowered his voice and smiled lowly. "If you don't wake up, sleep more."

Su Xiaomo said quickly: "Is it you?"

"Not me, who else?" He Jiayu laughed dumbly. "Why don't you open your eyes?"

Su Xiaomo insisted: "I just don't want to stay open!"

Actually, I dare not open.

He Jiayu was always gentle: "You don't have to stay open, lest you think I'm ugly."

He had cleared it up before returning, but still looked a little shy.

He stopped talking, and the room fell silent.

Su Xiaomo thought he was gone and quickly opened his eyes.

With the faint wall lamp on the bedside, she could see the face close at hand.

"He Jiayu ..." his throat choked, "It really is you ..."

"it's me."

"Am I dreaming?"

"No."

"You ... you ..." Su Xiaomo was speechless for a long time, and He Jiayu's cool kiss was printed.

Thousands of words, all in one kiss.