The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

A fluttering question asked Song Qingchen to be shocked.

She froze and clenched her fists.

Is he suspicious ... No, he can't deny it!

No matter who she was before, at this moment, she is Song Qingchen!

It is Miss Qian Jin of the Song family, and Xiao Qingmei of Sheng Yize.

There was a tragic smile at the corner of her mouth: "Brother Aze ... do you remember what you said when I caught the cicada that summer? You fell down from the tree and I cried in a hurry. You only Say a word: 'My world has no retreat, only love you, is my only retreat. So even if it is a cliff, it doesn't matter if you fall down, as long as you are there.' I have a lot of wrong places ... but all I want to be with you. Have you ever trusted me so much? Why do you treat me like this now ... "

Sheng Yize's gaze turned to her, all of a sudden became full of surprise and shock.

He had some doubts about Song Qingchen's identity ... but she had the memories of both people.

The memories are like swirls, pulling him down ...

At that time, the sunset town.

The slow-paced town, with its slow rhythm, is suitable for healing, but also for ... imprisonment.

At that time, Sheng Yize witnessed his mother's car accident, lost control of his emotions, and suffered from mild autism.

Sheng Qingyi was busy with his career and had no time to look after him, fearing that the news of the sole heir's illness spreading would affect Sheng's stock price, so he quietly sent someone to a remote town for medical treatment.

Said to be a cure, he was actually trapped in a town in disguise.

The six-year-old accepted the status quo on the first day he arrived in the town. Reading quietly and eating quietly every day, so quiet that the servants who took care of him thought he was dumb.

Until the appearance of neighbor Song Song, everything changed.

The lively Song Song lives next to Sheng Yize, and often comes to play with him. When he was reading, she was sleeping next to him; when he was playing the piano, she was humming around the messy nursery rhymes; he didn't like watching TV, but she was dragged together to watch the Journey to the West, return to Zhugege, Yi Tian Tu Long Ji ...

At that time, like the name of Sunset Town, it was long and quiet, calm and indifferent.

Sheng Yize's illness got better a little bit.

The relationship with Song Song is getting better and better.

That day, Song Song, who was as soft as glutinous rice dumplings, pulled his sleeves and drummed his cheeks to point to the mulberry trees outside: "Brother Azhe, you know the birds ..."

Qingjun Zhuoran's little boy impatiently corrected: "It's Ze, Zi Er Ze! Azer! I know, not a bird! Song Song, you big fool!"

Song Song pouted: "I'm not stupid! I'm the smartest baby in the world!"

"Che, who told you?"

"My grandma! And the uncle who gave me little biscuits and flowing milk every day!" Song Song proudly raised his small breasts.

"It's milk!" Corrected it again, but he regretted seeing the little girl pouting, staring at him, and crying aggrieved.

He sighed: "Don't cry, I'll catch it for you."

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Song Song's eyes brightened, and he immediately kissed his fair-skinned face, attracting the young boy to flee.

Stupid stupid ... how can you just love yourself!

That shy emotion, now recalling, seems to be full of sweetness.

Sheng Yize watched Song Qingchen crying with pears and rain, and pursed his lips: "Don't cry ..."