The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

"I'm for Shengjia's sake. Since I became the president of Shengshi, I have always thought about Shengshi ... Oh, in the end I would get this kind of result?" Sheng Qingyi laughed mockingly.

Grandpa Sheng knocked on a walking stick: "Build a person first, and then start a career! You ca n’t even do a father. What's the use? Are you happy with your wealth?"

This son is so cold-blooded that he cheats me in the shopping mall, and he is decisive and deceptive. This is not the original intention that Grandpa Sheng gave the company to him.

Sheng Yize said coldly: "Is it Xiaxia you hit?"

"What is it?" Sheng Qingyi looked dignified.

The smoke filled the air between the father and the son, and they were full of murder.

"No ..." A soft, glutinous voice sounded, alleviating the awkward atmosphere in the room.

Sheng Qingyi looked at Anxiaxia with a weird expression, snorted coldly, and left!

Sheng Yize lowered his voice: "Really?"

Anxiaxia shook her head and twisted her fingers uneasily.

Even though she had a lot of grievances, she didn't want to fan the flames, and Sheng Yize turned against his father.

Sheng Yize looked at her suspiciously, and at the same time Grandma Sheng started to secretly wipe her tears again.

"Grandma Sheng, why are you crying again?" An Xia Xia asked worriedly.

Grandpa Sheng passed a handkerchief silently, and Grandma Sheng wiped her tears with her hand: "It's okay, grandma is old, her eyes are easy to sour, tears in the wind ... what the hell, you two have a good rest, grandpa and grandma will come again in two days you guys."

Saying goodbye to Grandpa Sheng and Grandma Sheng, the two old men left together.

Anxiaxia knew in her heart that Grandpa Sheng and Grandma Sheng really loved her and maintained her and Sheng Yize everywhere.

Sheng Yize summoned the nurse and ordered a few words. An Xiaxia was still thinking, but Sheng Yi Ze was shot in the head.

"Well ... what's wrong?" An Xia Xia asked blankly.

"Stupid ..." Sheng Yize shrugged his lips, "So stupid, would you sleep in a ward with me and hurt, would it affect IQ?"

She stumbled, and saw that the nurse had vacated a bed in Mali and helped her lie down.

The two men's beds were specially adjusted, and only a distance of twenty centimeters apart, Sheng Yize could even hold her to sleep with the injured hand.

When his heart warmed, Anxiaxia's mood dropped again when he saw his injured hand.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the door was pushed open.

The beautiful young girl came in and saw the two men holding hands in the room, and there was a pain in her eyes.

"Xia Xia, brother Aze, come and see the two of you." Song Qingchen inserted a handful of lilies into the vase in the room, his movements were elegant and calm.

Sheng Yize nodded, begun to say hello.

Song Qingchen knew what was happening to him, and apologized and rolled over: "Now that medical care is so developed, it should be cured. If it doesn't work at home, try it abroad."

That hand is because of her ...

Thinking of this, Song Qingchen clenched his powder boxing.

"Thank you," Sheng Yize responded politely.

Song Qingchen smirked for a moment: "How is your injury, Xia Xia?"

Her voice was so trembling that An Xia Xia gave her a puzzled look and replied softly, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Song Qingchen's mood was complicated.

On the one hand, she was grateful that An Xia Xia survived. After all, Li Fanxing was dealing with her at first ...

On the other hand, she had a dark grudge in her heart. If Anxiaxia really died ... wouldn't Sheng Yize belong to her?