The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

She really didn't understand why Mr. Song could take forgiveness for granted.

If you are alone, you will do everything possible to let you die, hurt you countless times, but let you forgive unconditionally.

Ha ha.

If she wasn't lying on the bed, she would like to jump up and pour sulfuric acid!

On what basis? On what grounds?

Song Qingchen is human, isn't she? Should she be killed? Should she be killed?

Mr. Song smiled bitterly, and he admitted that he was not a good father.

In An Xiaxia and Song Qingchen, no, she should be called back to her original name, Song Qingwan.

He chose Song Qingwan.

He always felt that An Xiaxia lived a happy life, and Song Qingwan had been in a foreign country from a young age. He only gave money and never gave love.

But he ignored, An Xia Xia, he gave nothing.

The balance in his heart was already a mess.

He lowered his eyebrows and sighed, "You take a good rest, and I'll leave."

Mr. Song turned and left, and the rest made excuses, leaving time for Sheng Yize and An Xiaxia.

The two were tired and crooked together, and complained each other for a long time. Anxiaxia was tired, closed her eyes and planned to continue to sleep.

She murmured, "My laptop is still in Song Qingchen ..." After that, she tilted her head and slept again.

Sheng Yize looked for a moment, striding to Song Qingchen's ward with a big stride.

Song Qingchen has been crazy since that night, but the doctor said she was not crazy.

So it is open to question whether she is really crazy or fake!

Opening the door with a kick, Mr. Song was holding Song Qingchen, the father and daughter were in love, Sheng Yize smiled coldly: "Return Xia Xia's things!"

"No, no!" Song Qingchen drew his arms around Mr. Song's neck, and Mr. Song said helplessly, "What do you want?"

"A notebook, light blue, with rabbit ears," Sheng Yize said with patience.

Mr. Song frowned: "She's all like this. What notebook do you need? Don't provoke her ..."

"I only know that she owes debts! She took Xia Xia's things, why not pay them back?" The teenager's voice was so cold and cold, "If you don't give it, I'll find it myself!"

Song Qingchen subconsciously protected his backpack, such a small gesture did not escape Sheng Yize's eyes.

He stepped forward, grabbed the bag, unzipped it, and threw it all out.

A worn book came into view.

Picking up expressionlessly, Song Qingchen cried and rushed over, "Don't, that's mine ... don't take it!"

"It's not yours! It's not from beginning to end!" After learning that she was not Song Song, Sheng Yize had no feelings for her at this moment, and her poisonous tongue skills were fully opened. Song Qingchen burst into tears.

The pain of her covering her face and crying was beyond words, cursing viciously: "You cannot be together ... even without me, you cannot be together!"

"Miss Song is troubled." After speaking coldly, Sheng Yize never looked at Song Qingchen again and turned to leave.

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Sheng Yize returned to the ward and saw a familiar figure.

Qi Yanxi squatted in front of Anxia Xia's bed and said to herself: "Will Xia Xia wake up this time? Am I right? Would you like to tell her that I am her boyfriend, then I can be with her Ah haha ​​!!! "

He laughed sadly, and patted his shoulders suddenly, a chilling sound like the Arctic sounded.

"Qi Yanxi, do you want to die ?!"