The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Hearing the words of the nurse, Song Qingchen cried even more sadly and kept repeating, "No, no ... it's all my bad, but I shouldn't be back. If I don't show up, it won't affect you ..." I knew it would be so painful to come back, I would have died ten years ago, brother Aze, ohh ... "

The nurse was even more angry: "Don't your girlfriend be jealous of her good-looking, so you hit it deliberately? What if you disfigured! It's too vicious ..."

Sheng Yize circled his arms and listened quietly, his eyes were calm and calm, and he froze lazily, but seemed to know everything.

"Song Song, does it hurt?" Slender fingers touched Song Qingchen's face, his tone soft and soft.

"Brother Aze ..." Song Qingchen just cried.

The temperature and breath at his fingertips made her craving, Song Qingchen stunned in his palm, like a helpless stray cat.

Sheng Yize smiled, and the smile was deep, not reaching his eyes.

"Song Song, you said that someone was beaten, would he stand still like a stake?" He asked lazily, and the nurse next to him could not help but interject: "Of course not ... people are not stupid ... … It is human instinct to take advantage of others and avoid harm, and once beaten, they will definitely dodge or protect themselves ... "

Sheng Yize calmly listened to her, and provoked Song Qingchen's jaw.

The girl's bright star eyes had dodge and fluster.

"You said that Xia Xia hit you, I believe. But Xia Xia's strength, I know, with a slap, you must have avoided it, and it will never hurt so much, unless ..." Sheng Yize paused deliberately Just a moment, "Unless it's you, you've got a few more slaps."

Song Qingchen's face turned whiter. At first glance, he looked sick and scary.

"Of course, all this is just my malicious speculation. But I suddenly remembered one thing. The symptoms of your heart attack last time seemed to be very similar to that of Xia Xia ... who was your doctor last time, It ’s better to introduce to Xia Xia, or to prescribe the right medicine. Like you, you will faint today and recover tomorrow. "

He spoke slowly, one word at a time, cold and lingering, like a cold wind, and Song Qingchen, who was listening, cried in fear.

The nurse was silly while listening, and vaguely felt that things were not as simple as the girl said ...

She made an excuse and went out silently.

In the ward, only Sheng Yize and Song Qingchen were left.

"Brother Aze, do you know?" Song Qingchen's voice trembled.

"I should know, I know, I should not know, I don't know anything." Sheng Yize smiled and touched Song Qingchen's hair: "So don't hurt yourself so much, okay?"

Obviously it was such a gentle and kind tone, but Song Qingchen was drenched with cold sweat behind him.

He knows everything, he knows everything!

She thought she was clever, and now she realized that the thoughts and methods she was proud of were ridiculously fragile in front of the young boy.

He gave her face enough to pierce nothing ...

When her heart was agitated, Sheng Yize asked gently again, "Are you her?"

Was he the one who kept him worried for ten years, the only person who gave him warmth and hope in this cold and cruel world?

Was it the one who took him out of the closed world, and learned to believe in love, believe in beauty, and believe that loving her was the only way back for him?

Are you? Is it really?