The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The sound of military boots stepping on the ground was heavy and heavy. Anxia Xia and Zhou Shiqiao were stabbed. Someone recognized them: "Aren't you two reporters?"

"Ah, um ..." Joe Shi nodded.

The man snatched his cell phone and asked, "Nothing recorded?"

"No no."

"So what is this?" The other person raised his phone with a black face.

Papapa-

Zhou felt that his face hurt.

But in the end, it is brother Bing. Although it is a bit fierce, people are still good: "I will delete this. If there is a backup, I hope you will not send it. This terrorist organization is a suicide attack, just to cause panic and confusion If you do, the consequences will be unimaginable. "

The walkie-talkie rang, and the other party returned the phone to Zhou Shiqiao, and quickly left.

An Xiaxia and Zhou Shiqiao looked at each other and returned to the rest place.

An Xia Xia gave the baby some milk again. She pinched An Xia Xia's fingers and giggled.

It's so good to be a kid ... I don't know anything.

An Xia Xia was envious of her.

Suddenly noisy on the square, Anxiaxia followed the sound source curiously, and saw a helicopter in the sky land on a clearing in the distance. A tall, upright man strode towards the square.

At that moment, Anxiaxia felt that her heartbeat was still.

There were sounds of controversy all around him. Only him, like the advent of the gods, came to her unwaveringly, carrying thousands of rays of light.

She was watching him, and he saw her at the first time, speeding up his pace even more.

When Anxiaxia reacted, he was already embraced by him, and his low voice sounded: "Xiaxia ..."

"Sheng Yize ... how did you come?" Anxiaxia stammered. Sheng Yize just tightened her tightly and said lightly, "Passing by."

An Xia Xia shook the corners of her mouth and passed by from the sky, she laughed: "What a coincidence ..."

This person is really as proud as ever.

"Wait a minute, this child ...?" Sheng Yize let go of her and looked at the child in her arms depressed.

An Xia Xia pulled her head out and joked with him: "Your."

Sheng Yize's expression became unspeakable.

He moved his thin lips, looked at the baby, and then looked at An Xia Xia, saying clearly: "I haven't touched any woman except you."

Therefore, this child cannot be her.

Anxiaxia froze, trying to explain, but found that he looked at her with a more strange look: "And, I haven't touched you."

"Well, maybe it was left over after drinking ..."

"It's possible to be chaotic, but it won't mess you." Sheng Yize Zhenger said, Anxiaxia's heart vibrated, she didn't dare to look at him, and looked away. The child saved by my friend. "

Thinking of Wen Qing, An Xia Xia could not help but red eyes.

A strong male voice broke the deadlock between the two--

"This way of playing ... is too much of an idol drama master." Kang Jian sighed over and walked over, Yi Sheng Yi Ze: "There are terrorists in the city, so ... routine inspection!"

He touched Sheng Yize's waist, and his hands felt hard and cold—firearms.

In the eyes of Sheng Yize's killing, Kang Jian retracted his hand.

"Forget it ... don't confiscate it, you keep your defense and take good care of her."