The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The atmosphere at the scene was hi, An Xia Xia was suddenly patted on the shoulder: "hey, Xia Xia!"

Looking back, I saw Chi Yuanfeng smiling brilliantly at her, showing a row of neat and white teeth.

An Xia Xia was surprised: "Why are you here?"

He grinned, and behind him He Jiayu, who was gentle in temperament, "It's so boring in the background. I'll see you and Jia Yuge for a while."

"So ... what about Sheng Yize?" An Xia Xia asked with a crooked head, full of expectations.

Chi Yuanfeng "snarled" twice, with a deep smile: "He is being interviewed by a reporter, it is estimated that it will take a while ..."

"So ..."

"Well, give me a place, come and squeeze." Along with Chi Yuanfeng's voice, a few classmates quickly moved the position and made two positions.

Chi Yuanfeng took the lead to sit next to An Xiaxia, and He Jiayu sat next to Su Xiaomo.

Su Xiaomo's face turned red immediately, and she was sitting in a state of danger, like a schoolboy who listened carefully.

He Jiayu looked funny at her cramped look.

He pursed his lips and passed a bottle of water: "Do you want to drink?"

Su Xiaomo blinked his big eyes, and suddenly he was wrong, thinking that he had sung so long before, his throat must be dry.

And asked her if she wanted to drink. Is it because she was too tired to screw the bottle, so she asked euphemistically that she wanted to screw him?

Su Xiaomo finished thinking with his magical brain circuit, grabbed He Jiayu's water, and twisted hard.

Clap-she easily unscrewed the drink bottle, and then she offered it to He Jiayu like a tribute.

"Drink ... drink some water ... drink more water, it's good for your throat," she said remarkably.

He Jiayu's smile on her face seemed to freeze at this moment, and she looked at Su Xiaomo inconceivably.

How could there be such a girl ...

Isn't the normal style of painting she weakly saying "I can't open it." And then he does it for him?

For Shenma will become ... She screwed the bottle cap for him?

An Xia Xia was looking forward to the interaction between the two people. After seeing Su Xiaomo's performance, her mouth began to twitch violently.

sweat.

Khan.

Waterfall Khan.

There seems to be something wrong ...

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Backstage.

Sheng Yize concluded the brief interview, nodded politely to the reporter, and planned to go to the stage to find An Xia Xia.

He glanced at the stage inadvertently, and his good-looking eyebrows couldn't help wrinkling.

Everything is so normal, Rong Che and Li Fanxing's figure is also very good.

But ... it seems strange ...

Where is it?

Above the auditorium, several drones flew over the sky, with small cameras mounted on them to take pictures of the performance.

At the moment of electric light flint, Sheng Yize finally realized that there was something wrong!

Hand, Rong Che's hand!

At this point, Rong Che felt a black object, carried it behind his back, pressed it twice, and several drones flew to one and stayed above a certain position.

That's the top of An Xia Xia!

Sheng Yize's pupils are enlarged, his eyes are lingering, and his body is full of anger!

Rong Che still sang the song affectionately, and even turned his face slightly down, facing a direction of Sheng Yize, and evoked a gloating smile.

Sheng Yize clenched his fists.

A drone is not terrible. What about five? If it's better to hide it, but if it can't hide it?

Rong Che is waiting and betting, betting Sheng Yize cares about the future, or Anxiaxia!