The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Sheng Yize's expression was both enjoyment and pain.

"Cough, all right." He coughed.

An Xia Xia was worried: "Don't hold on! I know you hurt!"

... It really doesn't hurt, daughter-in-law, can you not be so real?

Sheng Yize was bitter, and could only let her continue rubbing.

"So good figure ..." An Xia Xia sighed. "Why don't you grow meat?"

Sheng Yize said lowly: "Exercise more."

"You have to keep this good habit! Don't drink and eat meat like those married men. It doesn't take long for the beer belly to rise. I don't like you when you become ugly!"

"Do you like me, just because of my face?" Sheng Yize asked.

"And your money." Anshaat said grimly.

Some belly had internal injuries.

"Of course, I like your people better ~" An Xia Xia said cheerfully, Sheng Yi Ze's expression was slightly relieved, but he heard An Xia Xia said, "Because you not only look good, you can make money ~ ^ __ ^ *) Hee hee ... "

... he wants to travel back to his childhood and talk about life with his childhood, can you change your wife?

Of course his wife couldn't change it, but the fire could not be suppressed.

Anxiaxia kneaded a bit lower, and immediately felt a hot temperature.

What's the matter, she lifted the quilt in confusion.

Then ... let it go again silently.

Sheng Yize's embarrassing handsome face all fluttered red: "Normal physiological reaction."

"Hmm ..." Anxiaxia lowered her head and flushed. "Do you still have a stomachache? Do you want to continue rubbing?"

"It doesn't hurt ..." Sheng Yize groaned. "But can you rub it down?"

Anxiaxia was silent for a second, and punched her in the past: "Dirty!"

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The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous | Sheng Yize turned on the TV in the ward to ease the embarrassment.

"Look what?"

"Cartoon."

"……naive."

Suspicious of his mouth, Sheng Yize still started to search for channels about cartoons with a remote control.

When switching to a local news, Anxiaxia suddenly stopped him; "Stop!"

Sheng Yize stopped the action. Above was an interview with a man, a pair of extremely beautiful peach eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, with charm, and when he laughed, the corners of his lips raised a beautiful arc.

"Flowers, what's so nice about it." Sheng Yize chuckled, but soon, his expression also became serious.

"I heard that Mr. Song said at a banquet that he would transfer all inheritance rights to his daughter's name. In this regard, Mr. Song Shi, what do you think?" The host moved the microphone to the man's mouth.

Song Shixiao was extremely wicked: "Mr. Song suffers from incurable diseases, and it is natural to give his daughter the right of inheritance."

The host apparently froze: "Do you mean, Mr. Song has terminal illness?"

God, this is a big news!

Song Shi raised an eyebrow: "Anyway, as a member of the Song family, I will do my best to lead Song to a new glory."

The news is over.

Anxia Xia said inconceivably: "Who is he ..."

Sheng Yize searched in his head and frowned, "Song Shi, your cousin. In short, his father never fought with Mr. Song, so the Song family fell into Mr. Song's hands. But look at him like this I'm afraid it's Song's ... I'm sure of it. "

"You mean, is he going to rob me of inheritance?"

"Yes."

An Xia Xia Mao Li Li: "Or else, I give him the right of inheritance? Otherwise I am not very dangerous!"