The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

When Mr. Song froze, he felt remorse ...

How did he forget that An Xia Xia has long passed away whether he was a biological or foster mother ...

But he was so angry. In his opinion, it must be what An Xiaxia and Yin Qinghan said, and Yin Qinghan would push Song Qingwan into the sea!

This is a matter of life!

"Xia Xia ..." Mr. Song sighed. "Frank you, as long as you sincerely apologize to the late, I can forgive you."

An Xia Xia was almost shocked by the breath of his Virgin. How could she take her for an apology?

"I'm right, why apologize?"

Mr. Song's eyes became angry: "How can you ... you!"

Anxiaxia carried her skirt and did not want to talk nonsense to him, and planned to leave.

"Stop!" Mr. Song yelled.

Anxiaxia could not bear it, turned around and walked towards Mr. Song step by step.

There was a desk between them, and she patted the table vigorously: "You have endless! Is there a delusion of being victimized! It is your daughter who can't get along with me! I haven't done anything, but I still have to carry a blame? Surveillance? Can you check the surveillance first and find out the truth before you question? "

Mr. Song has been in the business world for many years, and no one dares to arrogantly in front of him. Anxiaxia's temper is so outrageous that he has been stunned.

Anxia Xia hurriedly cheered her cheeks, and suddenly there were two clicks in the room.

She glanced at the table in horror. Could it be that she cultivated into iron sand palms and damaged the table?

Oh my God! This table is expensive at first sight ... Can she afford T-T?

However, the scene in front of her shocked her.

It was not that the table was broken, but ... she touched the mechanism on the table, and the transparent glass window was replaced by a falling picture.

The exquisite oil painting is almost comparable to the photo. It shows a classical and gentle woman with a bright smile and a beautiful and thrilling beauty.

What's more terrible is that she looks like she's eight or nine ...

Lying down! Is Mr. Song abnormal? How could there be a portrait of her? !!

Anxiaxia almost wanted to yell and swear, and when she reached her mouth, she swallowed again and again!

No ... the person on the picture is not her, but Zhongle ...

It's her mother ...

But why does Mr. Song have a portrait of her mother? Still in such a hidden place?

Does it mean that Mr. Song is not looking at the sea on weekdays, but is he actually looking at this picture?

Thinking of this, An Xia Xia only felt creepy and disgusting.

"You ... Why do you have a portrait of my mother?" Anxiaxia laboriously asked, and Mr. Song's face changed greatly, and he pressed the organ on the table again to raise the portrait.

He pressed the deskphone on the table: "Come!"

A few moments later, several bodyguards in black suits rushed in and called respectfully to him: "Mr. Song!"

"Take her out!" Mr. Song lost his former demeanor and rudely asked the bodyguard to take Anxia Xia away.

An Xia Xia wanted to ask again, but someone covered her mouth, she could only wink and stared at Mr. Song's distance from her ...

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In this case, Song Qingwan's birthday banquet was ruined. When An Xia Xia was taken out by the bodyguards, many guests had already left.

Yin Ruge hurriedly greeted: "Hey, what's going on! You let her go!"

The bodyguards released their hands, and Anxiaxia's face was so ugly that she dragged Yin Ruge: "Sister Song, give me my cell phone ... I want to call my brother ..."