The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Anxiaxia only thought it was ridiculous, and her tears couldn't help it.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

A little dark before her eyes, she feared that she would faint when she stayed, but insisted calmly: "I won't get out unless the school fires me!"

The math teacher raised his slap in anger and was stopped by the two teachers.

"Oh, Teacher Liu, you calm down, how can you hit students?"

"Yeah, have something to say, calm down ..."

The math teacher's eyes stared like a copper bell: "It's okay not to roll, call you | Mom and write a review for you! As a guarantee! Otherwise, I will not recognize you as a student in this school for a day!"

An Xiaxia endured tears for a long time, and it burst out when she brushed.

mom……

She doesn't have a mother ...

Who is she going to find? Why do people always know nothing, but they have to poke a scar ...

The math teacher only when she was afraid, finally saved some faces, and suddenly there was a flash of light in her head, and I vaguely remembered that I had seen Anxiaxia's student registration form from their class teacher.

In the column of my mother, I filled in the death ...

His anger went down, and he changed to an unnatural look: "Hey, Anxiaxia ..."

Anxiaxia wiped her tears and ran out without looking back.

The school is still in class, and the campus is quiet. She walks alone while crying, and the blood on her forehead keeps leaking, and she looks extremely embarrassed.

She didn't want to go back to the classroom. She didn't want people in the class to see her like this. She didn't know how to tell Sheng Yize that she just wanted to go home quickly.

Running to the gate of the school, the security guard stopped her from going out: "I can't let you out without a fake slip! You have to go to the class teacher for a fake slip!"

All the grievances broke out at this moment, she squatted at the door of the security room, crying sadly.

The security guard couldn't bear it: "Classmate, are you hurt? Or go to the infirmary first to see. If you want to go home and let the family pick you up, I can't let you alone run out and take responsibility. I can't afford it! "

At this moment, a dark, black Rolls-Royce stopped at the door, panicking from the car, a man yelled, "Xia Xia ... is it you?"

An Xia Xia looked up and saw Mr. Song in a black suit, looking at him nervously.

He walked straight towards himself, squatted down in front of her, and touched her head with distress: "How did you do that? Did you get hurt? Did you fight with someone? It hurts ... I'll take you to the hospital ! "

When a person is injured, they always become extremely vulnerable. When listening to the words that Mr. Song cares about, An Xia Xia hugged him and cried, and said what happened just now incoherently.

Mr. Song patted her on the back gently, covered her forehead with a handkerchief, and her expression became cold.

What kind of teacher did this kind of thing to An Xia Xia!

He helped An Xia Xia get up and Shen said, "Xiao Jin, you take her to the hospital first. Master Lu, you can come with me!"

Xiao Jin is his assistant and Master Lu is his driver.

"Yes."

An Xiaxia looked at her poorly, her eyes were red like a rabbit, her face was still stained with blood, and Mr. Song saw a pain in her heart.

"Rest assured, I will handle it for you!" He promised mildly.

Anxiaxia ghost nodded his head. After getting in the car, he looked at him through the window more.

This uncle doesn't seem to be the kind of weird woman she thinks, but she really cares about her ...