The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Sheng Yize wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said lightly, "You won't have a chance."

An Xia Xia bit her lip tightly: "Are you okay ..."

"It's okay." Sheng Yize smiled slightly and looked at Qi Yanxi rolling his eyes: "Well, I won't blend in with your broken things, don't show affection in front of me, single dogs can't stand it, see you!

He was even more angry than An Xia Xia and left in a huff.

Sheng Yize took An Xia Xia's hand and pulled her into the car.

The car was silent.

The slender big hand passed through the seat belt to fasten An Xia Xia, but the other person did not pull away, but pinched An Xia Xia's cheek: "Angry?"

"Well ... don't pinch, it hurts ..." Anxia Xia muttered, "I'm so angry ... you're about to get engaged anyway, hehe ..."

"Still not angry?" Sheng Yize frowned.

An Xia Xia smiled stiffly: "I saw it myself, what else do you want me to do? Sheng Yize, if it is so difficult to fall in love, let's break up."

You have your bright future, and I have my own peace.

She believed Sheng Yize, she believed in the feelings between them.

But Sheng Qingyi was right that day, no matter how deep the relationship is, their future is not just a matter of speaking, so complicated, so hard, her courage is almost exhausted.

Sheng Yize's breath suddenly cooled down, and he pinched An Xia Xia's jaw: "Xia Xia, don't just hang on to your mouth!"

An Xia Xia's black eyes stared straight at him: "If I say, am I serious?"

She didn't want to be so tired of love and so insecure.

Sheng Yize Meiyu was soaked with thin anger, kissed her lips strongly, pried open her lips, and tangled with death.

An Xia Xia was pressed on the back of the chair, and she didn't know how long to kiss before releasing her.

Her **** were undulating, she kept gasping, and said angrily, "You're too much! I told you to break up, even if you kissed it, you broke up!"

"Excessive?" Sheng Yize sneered, "I have more extremes, do you want to try?"

The big hand lifted her placket, and the warm hand touched her waist, rubbing slowly.

An Xia Xia was excited, looking at Sheng Yize uneasily.

Her eyes were full of water, and she sniffed: "Bad guy! You will bully me!"

A few tears smashed off guard.

She didn't want to cry, but she was really wronged.

Sheng Qingyi's insult, Song Qingchen's provocation, and Sheng Yize's identity, this relationship gave her a terrible feeling.

She doesn't even have a sense of security now.

Sheng Yize saw her cry, sighed, straightened her clothes, and wiped her tears with a tissue.

"Xia Xia, don't cry ... I'm not good ..."

"Today's business is a misunderstanding. I thought it was a banquet in Shengjia's business community. I didn't expect to come and realized it was an engagement banquet."

"I really have no intention of marrying Song Qingchen. How can you believe me?"

He whispered a lot, Anxiaxia punched him with two punches, pushed away his tissues, and put tears and snot on his body before he sighed with relief.

Sheng Yize couldn't help crying and laughing, but Anxiaxia seemed to regret it, and asked him carefully, "Is your clothes expensive?"

"It's okay, just be happy. Would you like to stop here a few times?" Sheng Yize disapproved, Anxiaxia wanted to say something more, and blocked his lips again.

"Well……"