The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

"Well ... Sheng Yize, I can go by myself." She reminded her flushed.

Sheng Yize turned a deaf ear and took her out.

This hospital is an industry under the Shengshi Group, and Sheng Yize carried Anxiaxia to the car unhindered.

He slammed Anxiaxia into the carriage, fearing that he would hit his head, and clenched his neck subconsciously.

Sheng Yize stiffened for two seconds, then calmed down, this time with a lot of gentleness.

Fasten An Xia Xia, then wrap her tightly with a blanket, then sit down beside her, take out her cell phone, and don't know what she's doing.

An Xia Xia shrank her head timidly and looked around from time to time, but did not dare to disturb Sheng Yize.

In the Nth **** of Sheng Yize, the lazy low-pitched voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

Anxiaxia smiled, blinked her eyes and said, "What are you doing?" Then, she took a closer look, but froze.

Uh ... what kind of hobby is Sheng Yize, actually hesitated against the empty mobile phone screen.

Does he also feel embarrassed and don't know what to do before he uses his mobile phone to cover up?

Sheng Yize put his phone away without changing his face, and turned to look at An Xia Xia: "Huh? Anything to say?"

This question was asked An Xia Xia, she touched her chin, and smiled: "Sheng Yize, what can I do badly, you hate me so much?"

Where is it?

Sheng Yize himself could not answer.

Speaking of the name An Xia Xia, all he can remember is all the fond memories related to her.

The name, the meaning given to him, but the word warm.

Where is it really annoying, I just want to pretend to stay away with indifference because I am too afraid of this inaccessible feeling.

Anxiaxia anxiously waited for his answer. It took a long time before he heard him fluttering softly: "Not annoying."

The expression on her little face changed from stagnation to joy: "Really? Don't you really hate me?"

Sheng Yize froze for a moment, slightly jaw head.

Anxiaxia poked her finger, gathered courage, and stared at him with bright eyes: "Will you ignore me after that?"

Sheng Yize's lips cornered, and he hummed gently.

This little idiot always makes a kind of magic that can't be refused.

Anxiaxia leaned against the window and kept smirking.

It's as if, with a good friend who has quarreled, is back to normal, sweet.

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The next day.

When Anxia Xia went downstairs to prepare for class, she found that Sheng Yize was also carrying a schoolbag.

She was startled: "Isn't your injury still good?"

"As long as you don't exercise vigorously," he said lightly. "Anxiaxia, good morning."

Looking at Qingjun's eye-catching teenager in the morning light, Anxiaxia smiled back and said, "Early!"

When I came to school, I didn't see Sheng Yize for a long time, and the girls in the class started to move again. The love letter, the gift, the question ... encircled Anxiaxia's position.

An Xia Xia was so depressed that she drank for a long time before someone made a seat for her.

The bell rang, and the girls returned to their places.

Anxiaxia's unhappy cheeks all swelled, but Sheng Yize pushed over a box of chocolates, as if to coax her and inadvertently asked: "Should you eat?"

Xia Xia nibbled his fingers and nodded hopelessly.

A black belly raised an eyebrow: "Want to eat? Not for you!"

An Xia Xia: (# ‵ ′)! !! !!