The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

There was light snow outside the window, and the indoor fireplace was burning. In this grand festival, everything should be peaceful and beautiful.

Anxiaxia picked up her cell phone and called the family.

everything is normal.

Another one was given to Sheng Yize, and the two were weary for a while. After hanging up the phone, An Xia Xia found that Kang Jian looked strange at her.

"Listen to Feng Feng, are you married?" He pretended to be casual.

"Well, did you find out that you were going to give me a red envelope?" Anxiaxia smiled, and Kang Jian smiled stiffly.

The two chatted for a while, and Anxiaxia's cell phone rang.

Mr. Song.

She answered in doubt: "Hey?"

On the phone, the voice of Mr. Song's assistant came: "Miss, sir, I'm afraid I can't survive these two days ... Come back and see!"

The heartbeat paused, time seemed to be still.

An Xia Xia suddenly felt a little ironic. Mr. Song was so stubborn that she would still feel uncomfortable when she heard the news.

It is doomed to escape from the **** of blood.

The assistant cut the video call and showed Anxia Xia the situation of Mr. Song.

He was so thin that he was wearing a hood and was dead.

"Actually, Mrs. was not to blame all the time ... Mr. Mrs. had a hidden feeling for his wife like that, Miss ..." The assistant begged bitterly, "Come back! He is your biological father!"

Anxiaxia rubbed her eyebrows, "I see."

Hang up, An Xiaxia went to Fang Shanshan to help book a ticket.

Fang Shanshan was surprised when she heard: "No ... Uncle Sheng said he wanted me to take care of you! You can't go back!"

"I'll just go back for two days." Anxiaxia sighed. "Just send him the last trip."

From then on, he followed her, graciously.

Fang Shanshan poke her finger in embarrassment, and finally agreed: "Then I will send someone to protect you!"

"I'll go too," Kang Jian said suddenly.

Anxia Xia: "Ah? Didn't you say ... can't let others know that you are still alive ..."

"It doesn't matter, I don't want to expose myself."

Otherwise An Xia Xia went back alone, he could not rest assured.

"Thank you……"

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That night, An Xia Xia got on the plane back home.

Sheng Yize personally picked up the machine and went to visit Mr. Song with her.

Mr. Song's situation is much more serious than the assistant said, relying solely on his will.

Seeing An Xia Xia, his eyes suddenly lighted up, but he was still struggling and sat up.

An Xia Xia's heart sank, and when he saw that he was suddenly rejuvenated, a word came to mind: back to light.

"Xia Xia ... you are back." Mr. Song grabbed An Xia Xia's hand, An Xia Xia paused, did not struggle, and smiled at him: "Well, it's me."

Mr. Song Xuxu explained: "He will live a good life with Yize in the future. If he gives you any grievances, go to your uncle Nan, assistant Ji, and your aunt. It will definitely support you. The company can give it to other people to take care of, but the shares must not be given to others ... That is the world that my father beat down in my life, all for you ... It's yours ... "

Having said so much, he has started to pant, An Xia Xia couldn't bear it: "Well, don't say it."

Mr. Song smiled weakly, with tears flowing in his eyes: "I'm not a good father, Xia Xia, I'm sorry."