The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Xiaxia was frightened, and she wiped her tears poorly.

"Hey, can't help it ..."

"People have three anxieties, Ange, life is so beautiful, you don't want to be so irritable." Sheng Yize smiled and hugged Anxiaxia.

An Yibei growled Emperor: "You put my sister down! Hey! Where are you taking her!"

"Toilet."

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"Hold hard for a while, um ... then I pulled it out and wiped the PP clean with this." Sheng Yize solemnly shoved the paper towel into Anxiaxia's hand like a flame passed.

An Xia Xia nodded like a pounding garlic: "Well, I will pull it!"

"Go on."

An Xiaxia stepped on Xiaozheng's toilet, and An Yibei supported her.

That picture just now is so zombies ... Emma, ​​can't bear to look directly at it!

Sheng Yize was still calm, and he talked with An Yibei: "Is she going back to the Song family?"

"No choice." An Yibei sighed. "Yes, where did you come from?" I can tell you, if you dare to think of my sister again, on the way to work, you wait for me Yes! "

Sheng Yize follows from the good: "Well, I'm waiting."

"..."

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An Xia Xia, who completed the major mission, was stuffed into the car. An Yibei was about to start the car. A girl rushed up regardless of her life and stopped the car from letting her go.

An Yibei pushed down his glasses and shook the window: "Get out!"

"I won't let it!" The girl hysterically shouted, "Anxiaxia! Bitch! Why are you ... why! You come down!"

An Yibei was not a bad-tempered person. He stepped on the accelerator directly, and the girl did not expect that he would drive, and was so surprised that he jumped to the side.

"It's late ... don't make any noise." Behind him, Mr. Song strode forward. After all, he got old and left.

An Yibei raised her eyebrows, oh, no wonder this girl was familiar, it turned out that the person who was posing as Yi Ze Xiaoqingmei ...

In other words, Mr. Song's illegitimate daughter!

He stopped the car and planned to see a good show.

Song Qing was late at the right time, pulled the door open and pulled An Xia Xia's hair: "You show me! Don't be a turtle!"

An Xia Xia was drunk and was about to fall asleep. She was awakened by her disappointed kick.

The drunken man couldn't control his strength. The strength of this foot was very strong, and Song dumped him on the ground.

She covered her stomach and cried aggrievedly: "Why ... you are Daddy's daughter, why do you live and why do you want to appear! Daddy is my own, don't rob me ..."

Mr. Song is angry. Why is this little girl so ignorant?

An Xiaxia rubbed her eyes and scolded her naively: "My father is of course mine! He is not your father!"

An Xiaxia refers to An Liguo, and Song Qingwan mistakenly said, "No, it's mine! Mine!"

"It's not yours! Hum! It's not it!" Drunk Anxiaxia grimaced at her.

Song Qingwan cried and shouted, "You are not allowed to go home! You are not allowed to return!"

"I'll go back! Dad, I'm going home!" An Xia Xia made a fool, and then turned her head like a headless fly; "Dad, where are you? Dad ... Dad!"

Father An left first, at this time only Mr. Song was standing outside the car, watching An Xia Xia unbelievably, his lips moving, "Hey ... hey, here is my father!"