The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

"Song Song is the same as your blood type. I reviewed your physical examination data and your indicators are in line with her. Therefore, I sincerely implore you to donate bone marrow to Song Song and ask you to save her.

Anxiaxia instantly understood that she was RH-negative blood, commonly known as panda blood.

I asked her to eat so much for her bone marrow.

Anxiaxia lowered her head and suddenly felt deceived.

Thinking that she was unwilling, Mr. Song found out a checkbook from his suit pocket, filled it with a chic and elegant figure, and handed it to Anxiaxia.

An Xia Xia's eyes widened, and she felt that the check was hot, and she retracted her hand.

Mr. Song coughed awkwardly, thought about it, withdrew the check, and reopened a page of the checkbook.

This time, he only signed his name and then handed the check over.

"You can fill in the amount you want."

Anxiaxia blushed, her finger accidentally pressed the fast dial of the mobile phone, and a call to Sheng Yize immediately dialed out.

Sheng Yize quickly rushed in and saw An Xia Xia bowing to Mr. Song, "I'm sorry, I can't accept it."

There was anger in his eyes.

What does Mr. Song mean? Give Anxiaxia a check?

Are the previous expressions of pretense all illusions, just to humiliate Anxiaxia at this time?

Anger burst out, and he strode forward, took Anxiaxia's hand, and said coldly, "Uncle Song, let's go first."

Then, he picked up An Xia Xia and left in a hurry.

Mr. Song on the sofa smiled bitterly, what did he do wrong?

He wanted to save Song and Song, and he wanted to be good to An Xia Xia, but he didn't seem to be able to do both.

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The sun was shining, and Sheng Yize's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and the sculpture-like face looked like gold plating.

He pushed Anxiaxia into the car and ordered the driver coldly: "Drive! Go to home!"

The driver was startled and quickly started the car.

Secretly glanced at Sheng Yize's expression through the rear-view mirror, as if he hadn't seen the anger for a long time.

"Sheng Yize ... what's wrong with you ..." Anxiaxia quietly pulled his sleeves.

Sheng Yize faced his face: "Stupid! If he gives you the money, you take it, and anger him!"

"Ah?" An Xia Xia looked at him blankly.

"Isn't he throwing a check to separate you from me?" Sheng Yize's chest was undulating.

Bullying An Xia Xia makes him more angry than bullying him.

Anxiaxia successfully extinguished his anger: "But he didn't let me separate from you."

Sheng Yize's anger turned into a mouthful of blood, which stuck in his throat.

"He said Song Song was ill, and asked me to donate bone marrow to Song Song. I was afraid that I would not agree with the money." An Xiaxia whispered, "I discovered for the first time that I was worth so much money!"

Sheng Yize was silent for two seconds, pinching her fleshy cheek, and said indignantly, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Is your brain circuit too high, okay ..." An Xiaxia spit out, in exchange for more violent torture, she felt her face was pinched red, weak for mercy: "I was wrong, do not pinch ! "

Sheng Yize snorted and let go of his hand.

The sleeves were torn slightly again, and the soft voice of the girl came: "Song Song is back home, are you going to see her?"

Sheng Yize turned his eyes and asked seriously: "Do you want me to see?"

An Xia Xia seemed to have made a major decision: "Let's go and watch!"