The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Sheng Yize's face was calm, and his whole body was astonished.

A note was left on the table.

The words are printed: Mr. Sheng doesn't have to worry about it, it's just an old man. Please ask Mrs. Sheng to have a cup of tea and talk about the old.

Syria? Is there such a narrative?

He frowned and dialed the phone.

Soon, the whole city began to search, a young Chinese woman ...

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When An Xia Xia woke up, she felt that the surrounding scenes were completely strange.

Her expression of "Who am I" and "Where am I" was circling until a figure appeared, making her exclaim: "Blue Rain!"

Lan Yu stepped on ten-centimeter high heels and hugged her condescendingly.

The look looked like a bit of hatred.

Anxiaxia offended her somehow, bit her lip, swept around, and asked, "Why am I here ..."

"I brought you here." Lan Yu didn't deny, he raised his chin, "It's a coincidence that you would choose to travel here."

An Xia Xia's eyes were blank: "Why did you bring me here?"

"Kang Jian is injured, afraid he can't stand it, so you can see him for the last time." Lan Yu's tone was indifferent, and An Xia Xia's heart was suddenly raised. "What happened to him?"

Lan Yu smiled coolly: "Did you forget what he is now? Mercenaries, originally made money by life, got hurt, or lost their lives. Isn't this normal?"

Anxiaxia clenched her fist. "Where is he ..."

Lan Yu snorted and pointed to a small compartment in the suite: "Inside."

Anxiaxia barefoot, trotting and opened the door.

The room was filled with a **** smell, as well as the smell of disinfection water and various potions.

Kang Jian was lying on the bed, his face pale, his eyes tight, and his expression very painful.

"Kang Jian ..." An Xia Xia was uncomfortable seeing him like this.

His eyes fell on Kang Jian's abdomen, wrapped in thick white bandages, faintly tinged with pale pink blood.

Her heart twitched fiercely, and her eyes reddened: "How could you be like this ... stupid ... Kang Jian, hold on, uncle and aunt are still waiting for you to return ..."

Speaking of which, Anxiaxia suddenly felt extremely sad.

Whatever, his parents are waiting, and they can only wash their faces in tears against the "lost contact" on the list all day long.

They can't wait for the son to return home in a fair and upright manner.

As if she heard her depressed cry, Kang Jian's eyelashes trembled | shake, and slowly opened her eyes.

Facing the daylight outside the window, the woman by the window had exquisite features, wearing a white night dress, a very conservative style, but highlighting her slender figure, clavicle, and a few starry kiss marks.

Is it an illusion? Still true ...

"Xia Xia?"

"It's me!" Anxiaxia heard the movement and quickly looked at him. "How are you feeling?"

Kang Jian shoved the corner of his mouth, "Nothing ..."

It was just a gunshot wound, Lan Yu deliberately tortured him, and did not let the people under him give him anesthetics, but he just took out the bullet in surgery while he was awake.

No pain, no pain at all, how could it hurt?

"You promised me that you have to live well and be safe ..." An Xia Xia quilted the sheets, "You are so stupid, what mercenary! Go farming, raising pigs, or raising sheep!"

Kang Jian took a moment and smiled.

Extremely bitter.

His hands were stained with blood, and what a sea of ​​bitterness turned back to shore was a lie.

When he looked back, he would only be drowned by the sea.