The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Anxia Xiagan smiled: "You think, how could I know you ... right, ha ha ha ..."

There was only her laughter in the room, which was embarrassing.

Sheng Yize let go of her and smiled coldly: "Yeah, how could we know each other."

I don't know why, when he said that, An Xia Xia still twitched.

She patted her hot face, straightened her skirt, but she couldn't stop the torn place, and Sheng Yize's hot eyes kept staring at her ...

Pat

He lost a coat and An Xia Xia took a nap before he remembered to put it on his leg.

"Which newspaper do you belong to?" Sheng Yize asked with his arms around.

Anxia Xia looked at him suspiciously: "How do you know, I'm from the newspaper?"

It is said that newspapers, magazines, and television portals are all possible. How can he guess the newspapers directly?

Sheng Yize blocked it, calmly said, "It's yours."

Anxiaxia was messed up: "Did I say that?"

Why doesn't she remember? Is it Alzheimer's? Sheng Yize still investigated her ...

Alas, he said he couldn't remember her, why was he investigating her nervously?

"Oh ... I did the morning paper." An Xia Xia drew her fingers and looked at him sternly: "Are you ... revenge me?"

Sheng Yize laughed abruptly in his heart, this fool ... Sure enough, these years have become older. The brain to chest ratio is simply inverse proportion!

Gently glanced at her chest, Sheng Yize looked away: "Candid gossip, are you paparazzi? Is there any morality or quality?"

Anxia Xia's head was buried very low. Being so fierce by him, he suddenly felt guilty ...

But she is only a social intern. She writes articles about discounts in XX supermarkets and activities in XX malls. She then posts them on the corner of the newspaper without any sense of existence.

"I'm wrong."

Sheng Yize continued his training with a stern face: "This behavior, I could have sent you to the police station. But ... forget it, you go."

An Xia Xia looked up in surprise: "Really? Can I go?"

"Ok."

The method of adding a sweet date to a slap, he has always been extremely skilled.

If she scared her, she would be afraid to run away.

He didn't have the patience to wait another seven years.

"Thank you, you are such a good person, Orz." Anxiaxia was so moved, she stood up, holding her jacket at a loss, "This ...?"

"Sent you."

Really a tyrant ... This is a custom-made suit by hand, on top of her two-year salary ...

"I have another request." An Xia Xia held out a finger. "Can you let others know, we have seen it."

The mysterious phone call hasn't been ringing in these years, but it is a curse that troubles Anxiaxia.

Sheng Yize looked a little cold, and after a short while he was impatient, "um", Anxiaxia was relieved.

Just like that, don't think of her, the two will be strangers and pass by. She thought a little bit sadly, but heard Sheng Yize's innocent gentle voice: "Are we going to see you again?"

"No way ..." she answered.

"Oh." Sheng Yize shrugged. "Goodbye."

"Bye bye ..."

Looking at her back, Sheng Yize raised his lips.

She thought she would never meet again all year round, but she didn't know that she had been woven into it by a net that was overwhelming.

It was more suitable for him to give up than to give up.