The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The meal prepared by Mr. Song can be called a full Han dinner, even Western food. Xia Yan, who eats food, has straightened his eyes, and a happy bubble pops over his head.

A few words of congratulations, Mr. Song announced the dinner, and she ate it happily.

Mr. Song smiled slightly and looked at the bulging expression of Anxiaxia ’s cheeks. He could n’t help but say, “Eat more.”

"Thank you Uncle." Anxiaxia said vaguely, and Mr. Song's eyes were darkened.

Sheng Yize gave An Xia Xia a favorite dish and told him: "Slow it, don't eat it."

As a result, An Xiaxia still ate.

She did n’t eat much, but she loves today ’s food.

Too many choices have dazzled her, and she ate while eating.

Fortunately, Mr. Song proposed a drink of tea, and Sheng Yize black lined An Xia Xia to the sofa, rubbing her round belly.

"Pig!" He said disgustingly.

Anxiaxia gave him a tearful look and patted his hand away, rubbing herself.

Mr. Song stared at Anxia Xia moment by moment, as if he did not want to miss every vivid expression on her.

Sheng Yize saw something strange and said lightly: "Uncle Song, Xia Xia has to make up lessons, I will send her back first."

An understatement of temptation actually made Mr. Song look extremely anxious.

He coughed, "Sit down for a while, will you? I prepared refreshments for you."

He clapped his hands, and several maids immediately brought exquisite small refreshments. Anxiaxia struggled to get up to eat, but her stomach was too round and she couldn't move.

The pain of looking at food but not eating, who knows / (ㄒ o ㄒ) / ~~

Sheng Yize glanced at the refreshment, a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Anxiaxia loves to eat again.

He had noticed while eating just now, unless it was a special investigation of An Xia Xia's preferences, otherwise it would not be so coincidental!

"Ize, I want to talk to Xia Xia about something." Mr. Song said to him, almost begging.

Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow: "Okay."

It seems that the fox can't help showing its feet.

He touched Anxiaxia's hair, shoved her phone into her hand, and whispered something to call him, and then followed the housekeeper to take a walk in the back garden.

Anxiaxia was struggling to sit upright, like a schoolboy under examination. Mr. Song, who was amused, couldn't help laughing.

"Xia Xia ... you are such a lovely child ..." he sighed.

An Xia Xia Yi laughed, but still defined him as the strange Shu Xi series.

It's weird to keep staring at her.

"Actually, I have an inexplicable request, and I would like to ask you to help ..." Mr. Song sighed and stared at Anxiaxia with a burning look.

An Xia Xia: "Well ... Uncle, please tell me, you can help me!"

Mr. Song picked up a cup of tea and sipped two sips, and the fragrance of Longjing was floating in the room.

"I know all the absurd things that Song and Song did before. I apologize to you and Eze on her behalf ... I will try my best to make up for your mistakes," Mr. Song said slowly.

Anxia Xiagan smiled and didn't make a statement.

She could not forgive Song Qingchen for her actions.

"Song Song got aplastic anemia, which was the latest medical examination ... She was emotionally out of the country, and I took her home for treatment ... Bone marrow transplantation is currently the best treatment ..." Mr. Song looked at her His eyes made Anxiaxia confused.

What does this have to do with her? !!