The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The crowds exited the room one after another. Afterwards, she looked at An Xia Xia more, then smiled at her and left immediately.

"Sit." Sheng Yize's cold voice sounded in the room.

"No ... no need." An Xia Xia stuttered, brushed by Sheng Yize's eye-knife, quickly sitting on the edge of the baby.

Sheng Yizeyou asked: "Ms. An is a reporter?"

Of course Anxiaxia couldn't admit it, otherwise the matter would not be over. She shook her head seriously: "No, no, no, I'm a waiter."

The implication: Don't embarrass me, I'm really innocent.

Sheng Yize sneered, his eyebrows were deeper and deeper than when he was a teenager. Anxiaxia could barely fight it.

"Waiter?" Sheng Yize's voice was cold, and he glanced at her.

Anxiaxia flushed, how could he talk about her like that?

"You ... don't talk nonsense! We are serious here!" Explained, with red face and ears, An Xia Xia suddenly thought that this club seemed to have bad reviews outside ...

Keke, shouldn't Sheng Yize get it wrong?

"Seriously?" Sheng Yize smiled, and with a strong hand, he tore Anxiaxia's skirt directly. "Do you know why this skirt splits on the side? Because it is square, convenient, and torn!"

An Xia Xia screamed and was overbearing by him | under him, "Now, do you still feel serious here?"

"Hmm ... I ..." An Xia Xia was crying without tears, just wanting to confess, the palm of his hand was ripped open by him, and the black memory card lay on Bai Nen's palm, forming a sharp contrast.

"Beauty schemes, lying ... Your newspaper is really low-level ..." Sheng Yize's tongue reappeared, Anxiaxia could not say anything about him, and he discouraged: "I'm sorry ..."

I'm sorry again!

She thought she was sorry, was she amazing?

Sheng Yize's eyes were dull and his voice was low and dumb: "I have done the wrong thing at a price. Sorry to be useful. What else do the police do?"

"What do you want ..." An Xia Xia asked weakly, "that ... can you get up and talk first?"

He has kept his posture pressed on her, which makes it hard to make people unthinkable.

Sheng Yizefei didn't get up, and his big hand walked up to her. "What conditions do you have to bargain with me? I want you to pay for it, are you willing?"

Anxia Xia blushed: "Don't mess around! Anyway, if you meet each other, if you are angry, send me to the police station, what is it like now?"

She didn't think he had a crush on herself, and now this behavior was more like a pure hooligan eating her tofu.

"Meet each other?" Sheng Yize bit his words and asked indifferently, "Do I know you?"

boom--

As if a thunder exploded in his head, Anxia Xiayi looked at him, Sheng Yize looked expressionless, not like lying.

"Don't you know me?" An Xia Xia asked foolishly, returning to God and tempting, "You don't remember me?"

Sheng Yize smiled: "Why remember?"

Is Sheng Yize's amnesia ...?

In Anxiaxia's heart, there was a hint of ecstasy.

"Just don't remember ..." She was obviously relieved, but those warm hands were hooping around her waist, and he questioned: "Does Miss An know me?"

An Xiaxia desperately shook her head: "I don't know!"

The strength of the waist is even greater ...

Alas, why did he feel ... more angry?