The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

"Don't ask!" She had no confidence and could only use fierceness instead of anxiety.

Sheng Yize's innocent face: "Hello, tell me what happened, so I can justly help you. Maybe you want me to go straight up like Mr. Song, a little Low ..."

The short guard should also be taller, okay!

Anxiaxia drew her fingers and said after a while: "You let me think about it, okay ..."

"Um." Sheng Yize touched her hair and went to the kitchen to cook.

Anxia Xia shrank on the sofa and watched the TV for a while, her mind was getting more and more at a loss.

She jumped off the sofa and rushed into the kitchen barefoot.

Sheng Yize wore glasses and was cooking slowly, his actions were elegant and charming.

An Xia Xia embraced his waist from behind, his small face froze on his wide back, softly calling: "Sheng Yi Ze ..."

"What's wrong?" Sheng Yize chuckled. "Are you hungry? Don't be coquettish, just wait for a while."

The little girl was very tight against him, and she obviously resisted his touch a few days ago, but now she is like treating him as a life-saving straw.

He threatened to seduce, and even talked about pushing and eating, she was still stubborn and refused to let go.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Yize thought she was a little weird today.

An Xia Xia sucked her nose: "Can we go to worship Grandma Song? Don't you say she was nice to you when I was a kid ..."

Sheng Yize stunned and blurted out, "Did I say that?"

He talked to An Xia Xia when he was a kid, but he seems to rarely mention Grandma Song ...

"Yes ... Let's go and see ..." She whispered softly, no one could resist, Sheng Yize reluctantly said, "Okay, but you have to let go of me first, otherwise the meal will be a while later. It's going to be a mess. "

Anxiaxia let go of the obedience, da da da ran to the living room, halfway back again, stomped and kissed Sheng Yize's face.

Sheng Yize's eyes darkened for a few moments, faintly flashing a dangerous meaning, like a dormant beast waiting for a long time to finally wait for its prey.

With a sense of crisis, An Xia Xia immediately jumped away: "The dishes are going to be mushy!"

Seeing her frightened, Sheng Yize did not chase after him, and glanced at her: "No more trouble, just go and wait."

"Ok……"

After having dinner, Sheng Yize asked Aunt Luo and took An Xia Xia to the place where Granny Song was buried.

The cemetery was a little far away, and it was still on the mountain. The two climbed for a long time before they arrived.

Sheng Yize placed the flowers and fruits he bought in front of the tomb, and silently burned the paper money.

An Xiaxia stared at the tombstone with a picture of her grandmother Zhang Song. She was a very loving and kind old lady, smiling warm and soft.

Unconsciously, An Xia Xia's eyes were red and her fingernails pressed her palms hard, so that tears would not fall out.

"Xia Xia ..." Sheng Yize frowned, he really felt that An Xia Xia's performance was too abnormal.

Anxiaxia said "Ah", she was a bit slow before she returned to God, and asked stupidly: "You call me?"

"How did you cry?" He wiped her tears with a tissue, and Anxiaxia looked away, looking for an excuse: "I was smoked by the burning of paper money ..."

Sheng Yize glanced at the paper money calmly, the wind was not at Anxiaxia's side, how could it smoke her?

"Xia Xia, am I an important person for you?" He asked warmly.

"of course……"

"Then can you tell me, what the **** do you remember?"