The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Wen Qing's face, like a kaleidoscope, was colorful and wonderful.

An Yibei touched her head, slightly lifted the momentum of Bingshan's lawyer, and bent her lip corner: "Such a man is still coquettish, isn't he ashamed?"

An Xia Xia: "(* ^ __ ^ *) hehe ~"

The two staged a deep affection from brothers and sisters, and then An Yibei politely looked around: "Thank you for taking care of my sister. I am An Yibei. I work for the Times Law Office. If you need help, you can come to I."

As Shi Shiran left, the office suddenly exploded like a pan, discussing one after another--

"Time Law Firm? Is that giant arrogantly powerful ... can it be said that it can sweep a lawyer's law firm on its own?

"It's so handsome ... seeing his ascetic look, I want to get rid of his suit!"

"Cut, you're enough! Hooligans!"

Someone directly asked Anxia: "Xiaxia, why have you never said that you have an older brother?"

An Xia Xia smiled and shifted the topic: "My brother has no girlfriend yet ~"

Single girls in the office were about to move, Wen Qing stomped her feet and returned to her place.

In the next few days, Anxiaxia received spring-like care from women in the entire office.

An Xia Xia Khan, I knew that moving out of my brother was so easy to use, she might as well announce it to the public ...

I betrayed her brother's WeChat. She changed her two-day leave from the personnel manager and happily picked up her bag and went home.

Wen Qing just came out of the tea room, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, and came towards An Xia Xia.

An Xia Xia was saying hello to the people next to her. They turned around and ran into each other. Hot coffee spilled on her.

"Oh, sorry ~ I didn't mean it ~" Wen Qing exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Anxiaxia smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter."

Then ... she tripped Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's high heels slammed, and thumped to the ground.

Most importantly ... she wore a skirt.

Most importantly ... she wasn't wearing leggings.

Several men looked at each other, and then gathered together and grinned.

Wen Qing flushed, screamed, and looked at Anxiaxia in disbelief.

Anxia Xia Chunliang looked at her harmlessly, and reached out to help her up: "Sister Wen Qing, are you okay?"

Wen Qing knew she was losing ground, gritted her teeth, "It's all right!"

An Xia Xia continued to laugh.

Her temper is still generally recognized as being good, others will treat her well, and she will definitely be very good.

However, if others are not good to her, she will not soften up!

He Dongyang put down the work at hand and frowned and looked at An Xia Xia: "You can't do this, I'll take you to buy clothes."

Thinking again about what the man said to him, he turned to Wen Qing and said, "Xiao Qing, your shoes don't fit well. I'll take you to buy a pair of comfortable ones."

Wen Qing was ecstatic, afraid that Anxia Xia would run away, and forced Anxia Xia to go to the mall together.

An Xiaxia lamented in her heart: He Dongyang is really a warm man ...

Unfortunately, he warms the whole world, commonly known as central air-conditioning.

He Dongyang shot very generously, bought sportswear for Anxiaxia, and bought sports shoes for Wenqing.

An Xia Xia was fine, as for Wen Qing ... a pair of running shoes was worn under the elegant long skirt, not to mention how ugly, her laughing mouth was all the ears, An Xia Xia did not remind her of interest.

He Dongyang pretended to be inadvertent: "Primary girl, I heard you are married?"

An Xia Xia grimace: "Ah? Me?"