The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

No, it can't be said the same.

An Xia Xia's face was still a little bit tender, her facial features were not completely open, and she looked a little bit dull.

The woman on the painting has long been radiant, and exudes the charm of a peerless beauty.

"Brother Aze, I brought the sober soup ..." Song Qingchen walked briskly, and after seeing the scene in front of him, the tray in his hand slammed to the ground, and the soup splashed.

Her complexion turned pale for a moment.

I never expected that Mr. Song's room would have a portrait of "her" ...

Sheng Yize's sharp eyes slowly walked past.

At the bottom of the oil painting, there is a line of small print.

Gift to the wife of Song Ye, a friend of X and X years.

Mr. Song's name is Song Ye.

Sheng Yize's fingers trembled, his face shocked.

Is Xia Xia the daughter of Mr. Song ...?

As we all know, Mr. Song had only one daughter in this life, because he was born in the early morning and named Qingchen, which is a homonym of the early morning and the meaning of "allure" in the country, and he was separated when he was young.

Who is Song Qingchen in front of me?

Behind him, Song Qingchen smiled miserably, seemingly crying.

Sheng Yize turned his head, his face was so cold and frosty, his voice asked coldly: "Song Song, who are you?"

"No, you are not Song Song, who are you?"

Song Qingchen timidly stepped back, Sheng Yize approached step by step, and immediately pushed her to the wall.

Song Qingchen's eyes were red, and her fair-skinned hand stretched out, touching Sheng Yize's cheek.

"Why do you find it ... you don't find it good ... Obviously I'm leaving, brother Aze, forget about it? As if nothing happened, OK?"

Sheng Yize clamped her wrist, spreading out a compelling breath, and whispered, "Who the **** are you ?!"

"Oh ..." Song Qingchen laughed with tears. "I didn't want this. You forced me."

Sheng Yize slightly frowned, and suddenly felt a dizziness in his head, his body flickered, his pupils enlarged, and he fell backwards.

Song Qingchen wiped her tears with her sleeves, and called her servant to lift Sheng Yize into the room. He lied that he was drunk, and then opened his lips. Pack up and pack and go now. "

The servants frowned and left.

Song Qingchen returned to the room, staring deeply into Sheng Yize's sleeping face, as if drunk.

She took a bottle from her bag, took out a white pill, hesitated, fed Sheng Yize, and then dialed Li Fanxing's phone.

Li Fanxing's teasing voice came: "Oh? Aren't you running away?"

Song Qingchen gritted his teeth: "Li Fanxing, do you have to be so poisonous?"

"In the beginning, we worked together. I tried to persuade Mr. Song to perform this play. You are not angry, but now you blame me?" Li Fanxing was aggressive, but suddenly the cry of Song Qingchen came from the receiver.

She cried and cried, and Li Fanxing heard her frowning.

"why are you crying?"

Song Qingchen intermittently told today's story. Li Fanxing's face changed greatly after hearing: "What do you say? Mr. Song's wife looks exactly like An Xiaxia? You also brought down Sheng Yize?"

"Yes, all the medicine you gave me." Song Qingchen replied. The first medicine was the white pill. She was put in the wine, which caused a person to faint temporarily. The surface symptoms looked like drunkenness. same.