The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

In the middle of the night, An Xia Xia woke up once.

She had a problem with the quilt. The entire quilt was rolled over by her, and Sheng Yize was half exposed, but he unknowingly quilted her.

The strings in my heart seemed to be agitated, and the waves were soft.

She put the quilt back on Sheng Yize and stared at him through the yellow light of the desk lamp.

The angular lines, the sculptural features, the tear mole are quite charming under the light.

It doesn't look real.

She didn't know where the thoughts came up, and actually got to Sheng Yize's lips and kissed them.

The next second, his waist was severely tied, his deep voice exclusive to him sounded: "Student Ann, it is wrong to steal someone else's lips."

Anxia Xia was aggressive, and she felt like she was caught doing something wrong ...

Still a shameful bad thing ...

"Well ... when did you wake up?"

"How? If you don't wake up, do you still have something to do with me?" He didn't open his eyes, his voice was a little dumb smile.

An Xia Xia punched him, pulled the quilt all over again, and slept under him.

Sheng Yize didn't mind, anyway, it wouldn't be cold if the cover was not covered. He simply held Anxiaxia, a quilt wrapped in a pillow, in his arms.

"Do you have a particular place you want to go?" He pressed his chin against her little head.

An Xiaxia was puzzled: "Isn't it nice here? Why go elsewhere?"

Sheng Yize was silent for a while before he said, "If you like it, then don't go."

With a lot of doubts, An Xia Xia gradually went to sleep.

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The next day.

After having breakfast, Sheng Yize took her around the town.

It hasn't been developed yet, the folk customs are simple, the scenery is pleasant, and it is very suitable for quiet living.

The more he looked, the more familiar An Xia Xia became.

As if she had lived here before.

Didn't those memories in her mind actually happen whimsically?

Secretly peeking into the side of Sheng Yize Qingjun, Anxiaxia clenched her fists.

On the way home, the two went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. Anxiaxia looked at Sheng Yize wearing sweaters and sneakers, but carefully selected the appearance of the vegetables. Anxiaxia felt unreal.

Taking a long walk to the door of the house, Anxiaxia covered her stomach and screamed hungry. A person stood suddenly on the doorstep, shouting Sheng Yize crisply, "Brother Aze!"

Sheng Yize frowned, and sure enough, she really came.

An Xia Xia followed his eyes and saw Song Qingchen standing in a pavilion, smiling just right.

"Brother Aze, this is where we live together ... Are you bringing An Xia Xia, aren't you afraid she's jealous?" Song Qingchen started to provoke alienation without the calmness of the past.

Anxiaxia's mood suddenly felt like eating a fly, Sheng Yize asked lightly, "What are you doing?"

"I just revisited the time I used to ... I didn't expect that you were also ... with her ..." Song Qingchen showed a sad expression. "When grandma died, you didn't come back to see ..."

"So are you back?" Sheng Yize smiled coldly like Wannian Bing: "I have always been curious, why have you never been back? Grandma Song has waited for you for so many years, and you? Even abroad? She didn't call her at all. "

Song Qingchen did not expect to be exposed, and for a long time, he said nothing, and Sheng Yize once again raised a sharp question.

"Song Qingchen, are you really Song Song?"