The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Li Fanxing covered his chest, rushed with his hands and feet.

She wants to escape!

She doesn't die!

A cold light flashed, and there was a tingling sensation in her face. She reached out her hand and found that there were already more than ten centimeters of scars on her face.

"Ah-" Li Fanxing screamed, and then looked back, An Xia Xia and the figure were gone.

-

When Sheng Yize arrived, it was the most intense time of the fire.

Su Xiaomo and Fang Shanshan hugged a crying and couldn't help themselves, stuttering and telling him: "Xia Xia ... I didn't seem to be able to escape."

Sheng Yize's eyes flushed, and he rushed in like crazy, stopped by several people.

"Brother, don't be impulsive, you can't go in!" Chi Yuanfeng dragged him desperately, his face flushed.

"Go!" Sheng Yize was furious.

Chi Yuanfeng didn't dare to let go, and her face was already full of tears.

In Sheng Yize's car, the two Mengbao who had slept soundly sounded like they sensed something, and suddenly they started crying.

-

Sheng Yize sat in the car for the whole night, and Coke and Qixi were taken to Grandma Sheng. His big hand was holding the steering wheel, and his joints were hard and pale.

The sky was white, the sun was rising, and the building was almost burnt into ruins. Anxiaxia's figure was not found.

"Mr. Sheng ... no wife was found." The assistant knocked on the window and said tremblingly.

"Keep looking." Sheng Yize coldly.

"Yes."

Not far away, nearby residents came out to discuss--

"Oh, I heard that I'm looking for a woman. I haven't found it since the fire went out!"

"Such a big fire, trapped inside, must be burnt into slag!"

"Yeah, it's a pity ... I heard that it's still very young. It's a pity to die, to make evil!"

"..."

Hearing the word "death", Sheng Yize suddenly jumped up and murderous, and the heron was like Hell King Shura.

How can he Xiaxia die?

how come? !!

However, the anxiety in my heart spread quickly, until ... an emotion named despair surged up.

Xia Xia ... are you dead?

-

When An Xia Xia woke up again, she just felt terrible pain.

Especially the face.

Touched by hand, the wound on the face had been covered with medicine, and wrapped in gauze.

She looked around. The room decoration was European style, romantic and elegant like a princess room.

"You are awake." A voice from near to far sat down beside her. "Take the medicine."

Anxia Xiayi looked at the thin figure in front of her eyes, "Kangjian ..."

"Ok."

"Did you save me?"

"Ok."

"Why am I here?"

Kang Jian didn't answer, just passed the medicine, "Take the medicine first."

An Xia Xia obediently eats, staring at Kang Jian eagerly.

Kang Jian was thin and dark, with only a pair of eyes, bright like a star in the night sky.

"Sleep. Your body is not well yet." Kang Jian said lightly, stood up, An Xia Xia wanted to ask again, but felt that her head was drowsy, and she fell asleep, and only snorted twice. Slept again.

"I'm sorry ..." Kang Jian read these three words silently.

-

Yucheng, Sheng Family.

Earthshaking.

It's no exaggeration to use this word.

Everyone was crying, feeling that Anxiaxia was dead, and only Sheng Yize was alone, as if he was outside the world, and surrounded the crowd, without sorrow and joy.

Suddenly, the assistant rushed in and said, "Mr. Sheng! There is news from his wife!"