The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Sheng Yize glanced over his eyes, the vast star-like eyes staring at An Xia Xia, so she couldn't help swallowing.

"Do you think I'll go to you?" He snorted, looking very proud.

This kind of mischievous year is really annoying ...

An Xia Xia groaned in her heart, pouting her mouth: "If there is no, there will be no puppets. Is it not enough for me to be passionate?"

"Oh? So, are you looking forward to seeing me?" Sheng Yize raised his eyebrows.

An Xia Xia was poked at the center, and her lips were anxious.

Qi Yanxi and Sheng Yize smoked that brand of cigarettes, but in her heart, the first reaction was: that person must be Sheng Yize.

The balance in her heart unconsciously turned to Sheng Yize.

"What if I say ... yes?" An Xia Xia whispered, her voice was scattered by the wind outside the window, and she could not distinguish.

"What did you say?" Sheng Yize narrowed his eyes dangerously.

An Xia Xia shouted: "There are mosquitoes, you closed the window!"

She rolled over and turned her back on Sheng Yize.

Sheng Yize glanced at the corner of the mosquito repellent liquid, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised a small arc.

There are certain things in your life that you don't need to know.

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The next day, Sheng Yize brought Anxiaxia home.

It was an apartment he had lived alone before.

As soon as An Xia Xia entered the door, there was an illusion of crossing time and space.

This house is exactly the same as when she came seven years ago.

As if in her heart she was hit suddenly, she barefooted and circled the whole apartment.

On the balcony, there was a comic she had read, and she made a wooden bookshelf, neat and tidy; in the refrigerator, there were all kinds of snacks she loved. Seeing that the packaging was produced in the last two months; There was a copybook that she was forced to write. On the title page, there was also a picture of Sheng Yize, which read "Sheng Yize big pig head!" ...

Countless small details can remind her of her past.

"Here ... has anyone lived?" An Xia Xia asked, her lips shaking.

Sheng Yize gave her a suspicious look: "I'm living, what nerve do you make?"

He went to pour water, An Xia Xia also followed behind him, gently pulling his hem, his voice soft and light: "Sheng Yize ... do you like me?"

"I don't like your mother." He gave a cold humor, Anxiaxia could not laugh or cry, "You ..."

"I like you."

The sweetest love words in the world are not so gorgeous words, but the person who talks to you is exactly what you like.

The left atrium beating violently, Anxiaxia asked blankly, "What do you like about me?"

She's not good enough, she's not good enough, she's not perfect, why is she lucky enough to get his like?

Sheng Yize drank his saliva and calmly replied, "In fact, I don't understand your inferiority. Xia Xia, you are a very good girl. You have enough qualifications to be liked by me. You don't need to be timid or question. It ’s not that you have any merit, but it ’s the way I like it that you have. ”