The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Xiaxia clenched her fists, don't open her face: "Even if you apologize, I won't forgive you!"

Not every sentence is okay.

"I don't ask you to forgive me, or hate it, at least ... you will remember me." Mr. Song's breathing became harder and harder. "Next life, I hope you don't run into a father like me."

His consciousness began to blur, and he shouted a few slang slang, An Xia Xia got closer to hear it, he called "Ale".

Is she calling her mother?

An Xia Xia didn't understand why, before he died, his name was actually Zhong Le.

Mr. Song's situation became more and more serious. Anxiaxia panicked and rang the call bell. A group of doctors and nurses rushed in immediately and started rescue around Mr. Song.

An Xia Xia was shoved out, and a pair of powerful hands grabbed her waist.

Sheng Yize pulled her down on the bench in the corridor, Anxiaxia covered her face, and couldn't help crying.

"I obviously hate him, why do I know he's going to die, and I still feel bad ..." Anxiaxia shrugged.

Sheng Yize patted her shoulder: "He is your father, after all, it's normal to feel uncomfortable."

Anxiaxiawo was crying in his arms.

Chu Zhiyun never came, but Song Qingwan came. He stood wandering outside the operating room, and when he saw Anxia Xia aside, he rushed forward in a panic, "What happened to my father?"

Sheng Yize glanced at her and raised an eyebrow.

Someone sent her to prison?

Song Qingwan thought about this, and immediately stepped back nervously for a few steps, his eyes rolled, and he sneered: "Brotherhood ..."

"I don't know, Xia Xia has an older sister." Sheng Yize sneered, and did not recognize Song Qingwan's identity.

Song Qingwan was embarrassed. He stomped his feet and looked around for a long time before he saw Mr. Song's assistant striding over, followed by a row of lawyers in suits and shoes.

She hurriedly greeted her face and said with a grimace, "Assistant Nan, has my dad's will changed? Will all inheritance be given to Anxia Xia?"

Assistant Nan frowned, and a dash of danger struck across Meiyu: "Mr. Song is in danger, are you still worried about the will?"

"Of course you have to care! Hello, what is your attitude?" Song Qingwan raised his chin and asked willfully.

Assistant Nan chuckled twice: "Sure enough, people are drinking water, knowing whether they are warm or cold, not worthy of Mr. Song!"

As soon as Song Qing looked at his attitude, she knew that her will never changed. She stomped angrily and rushed to Anxiaxia: "It's all you! It's not enough for you to take away my man, but also to steal my property! Even Daddy favors you! Anxiaxia, I hate you! I hate death! Give me back my things! "

Sheng Yize coldly spit out a word: "Go!"

Song Qingwan was indifferent, and now thinking about Mr. Song's death, she could not divide anything, and she would become an illegitimate daughter who couldn't see the light, burning in anger, pointing at Anxiaxia and cursing: People! Who knows if you ’re my father ’s daughter! You | Mom has n’t known how many men you have been, and who knows what you are! The inheritance right clearly belongs to me ... "

Sheng Yize could not bear to think of a shot, but was stopped by An Xia Xia.

An Xiaxia wiped her eyes, stood up, and politely fanned out towards Song!

"My things, even if I throw them away, I won't give them to you!"