The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Xia Xia was thundered outside Jiao Linen. It turned out that Sheng Yize was the style of this overbearing president ...

Saying no, but someone really buys you something, that kind of feeling will really make pink bubbles!

An Xia Xia is like a child coming from a ravine. He farted behind Sheng Yize's buttocks, and let him clean up one store after another.

After swinging the mall, Sheng Yize waved his hands contentedly: "Send things to Sheng family."

Nani, didn't she buy it for her?

An Xiaxia was disappointed, and Sheng Yize touched her cheek, smiling like an old fox: "Me, I bought it for my wife, but unfortunately you are not yet. When you marry in Sheng, those are all Yours ... "

"I'm not such a material person!" Anxiaxia snorted, tearfully pulling Lasheng Yize's sleeves: "I want the blue striped skirt and Hello Kitty's pajamas ... and slippers and Coat ... "

Sheng Yize ruthlessly rejected her: "No."

Anxiaxia was like an eggplant beaten by frost, holding her head in a sorrowful tone: "Don't talk to me, I want to be quiet."

"Who is Jingjing? How can you miss someone on my back?"

"..."

Watching this little woman look like she was eating maggots, Sheng Yize raised his lips proudly.

It didn't seem so difficult to get her used to Mrs. Sheng's role.

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Three days later.

Early in the morning, An Xia Xia was dragged away to make a styling, put on a new beautiful dress, and was taught more than two hours of banquet etiquette to breathe.

She was on the second floor of the Song family and was bored playing with her mobile phone.

The mysterious man hasn't called her in a long time.

An Yibei and An An did not have any more accidents. I do n’t know if the bodyguards protected them too well or the mysterious people did n’t do it again.

After a while, the servant came up and bent down respectfully: "Miss, the banquet has begun, and it's time for you to come out."

Anxiaxia carried her skirt and walked towards the stairs.

Below, Mr. Song said enthusiastically with a microphone: "I Song Yun, this daughter was born in the morning, named in the morning, and was separated from an early age. Today, I finally found it, and my life's wish has been! She introduced it to everyone, and more importantly, I want to officially announce that all the shares and assets of the Song Family Group will be transferred to the name of Qing Chen after my death! "

There was an uproar in the audience. The Song family was very special. Generally, the family business had relatively scattered shares. Like Shengjia and Qijia, the heirs generally had more than 50% of the shares.

But in the early years, Mr. Song used fierce means to hold all the shares in his hands. Mr. Song held more than 90% of the shares of his group companies!

In other words, the successor of the Song family can be described as a rich country but an enemy!

"I don't know what this young lady looks like ..."

"Oh? Could you be married too?"

"Oh, Mr. Song released these words, and Yu Cheng didn't know how many people wanted to marry this Miss Song!"

"..."

Anxiaxia listened calmly to those arguments.

This world is truly incurable.

But it doesn't matter, she can't reverse it, she will find a way to live in the most comfortable way.

Holding her hair together, she slowly walked downstairs.

In the hall, the guests looked at her in unison, and the house was silent.

An Xia Xia's eyes flowed, smiling cleverly.

Pat

A champagne glass fell in a man's hand, and he stared at Anxiaxia with horror.

An Xia Xia, is actually the heir of the Song family?