The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Anxiaxia guessed that Song Qingchen did not have this number. She tried to dial it and it turned out that the number had been cancelled.

And this angle, at a glance, was taken by a third person. Even if she showed it to Sheng Yize, it would not prove anything.

Song Qingchen's purpose is clear to her, isn't she trying to show off how good Sheng Yize treats her and makes her uncomfortable?

But I have to say that her purpose was achieved.

Ansha Chamon was in the bed and did not move.

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The next day.

An Xia Xia got up from the bed and obediently wrote her homework for the winter vacation.

Her abnormal attitude made An Yibei suspicious: "Oh, so diligent today?"

"I see through the red dust, I must study hard to improve every day, love the country, love the party, love the people!" Anxiaxia grinned poorly with him.

An Yibei struck her mind and sat down beside her, glancing deeply at her: "Has the quarrel with Sheng Yize that bastard?"

"How can I ... hahaha ..." Anxia Xiagan smiled, speeding up the speed of checking the questions.

"Stupid! The calculation was wrong! The function substituted this number ..." An Yibei hated the quiet table of iron and steel. Seeing that Anxia Xia took a long time to respond, took the black pen absently and crossed out the calculation steps just now. Restart calculation.

Seeing her like this, An Yibei knew for a moment.

This can make Anxiaxia an optimistic school like this, except for Sheng Yize, he can't find a second person.

Reaching out and touching An Xia Xia's small head, his tone was rare and tender: "Xia Xia ... aggrieved, you can tell me. You and your brother are here, my brother helps you to clean up that bastard!"

An Xia Xia's heart warmed, and she stunned his palm, and said, "Brother, you are so good ..."

"Well ... I want to ask first, have you washed your hair?" An Yibei groaned.

"Does this matter!" Anxiaxia growled.

An Yibei laughed without saying a word, disgusting on the surface, in fact, the movement of touching her head has never stopped.

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On the way, he went downstairs to get coffee and met Sheng Yize who was going upstairs.

An Yibei Ling Ling blocked him.

"There is no sympathy for this in the world. You don't know how painful she is. Don't think my sister is bullying. If you can't give her happiness, let it go early!" He scolded Sheng Yize with a stern face.

Sheng Yize was silent for a few seconds, nodded, and went upstairs.

When he walked to Anxiaxia's door, he stood still. Anxiaxia's door was not closed. She was sitting at her desk doing her homework.

Sheng Yizeton stopped, didn't speak, and stared at her quietly.

Her little habit is not good at all. When writing a few questions, she has to play with mobile phone, brush Weibo, transfer pen, scribble ...

But she was like this, let him be full of nostalgia, so that he could not let go.

Knocking at the door, An Xia Xia looked over here, and when he saw him, he twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled at him.

That kind of smile, Sheng Yize can see, very reluctantly.

With a long sigh in his heart, he walked over and glanced at her exercise book, praising: "Well, everything was right."

"I'm terrific?" Anxia Xia said, stretched out, "I'm going to eat cake and drink milk tea and treat myself!"

She jumped down, and Sheng Yize followed behind her.

Downstairs came a voice that made Anxiaxia sick--

"Brother Aze, someone's here for you!" Song Qingchen ignored Anxia Xia on the stairs and the greedy Chaosheng Yize greeted him.