The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

"Now, immediately, immediately, disappear from my eyes!" An Xia Xia said, "Otherwise, I will let you stay in prison for a lifetime!"

When Song Qingwan saw Anxiaxia like this, her legs could not help but almost kneeled before Anxiaxia.

Assistant Nan beckoned. Immediately, the bodyguards left Song dumped away, and he was politely thrown out of the hospital.

An Xiaxia sat back in the chair. The fire just seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Her eyes were red like a rabbit. Sheng Yize touched her head with pity: "Don't be afraid, I am by your side . "

No matter how old, sick, or dead, I am there.

"Cough." Assistant Nan coughed and said to An Xia Xia, "Miss, the lawyers have arrived. Do you have any instructions?"

An Xia Xia shook her head tiredly.

For a long time, the operating room door opened and the doctor came out and shook his head.

Tears came out of her eyes, and Anxiaxia put her hand in her mouth to bite, afraid she would cry.

"Go and see him off." Sheng Yize softly asked An Xia Xia's opinions. An Xia Xia nodded, and the two entered the ward together.

Mr. Song's eyes narrowed, he saw the two coming in, and twitched the corners of his mouth to talk, but he had no strength.

According to Yu Cheng's tradition, Sheng Yize pulled An Xia Xia to kneel in front of the bed and gave Mr Song a head.

"I will take good care of her." Sheng Yize Shensheng promised.

Mr. Song seemed to tickle the corner of his lips, his eyes narrowed slowly.

The numbers on the instrument are reduced to a straight line in an instant.

An Xia Xia didn't hold back anymore, "Wow" cried out.

The person with the closest blood relationship in the world is gone.

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The funeral was organized by Sheng Yize in one hand, and it was very large. Most people in Yucheng went there.

An Xia Xia wore a black dress with a small white flower on her head, and she accompany Sheng Yize's side, watching people coming and going with no waves on her face.

An unexpected visitor came suddenly.

Yucheng was winter at this time, and it was still snowing today. Chu Zhiyun didn't feel cold. He was still wearing a self-cultivation cheongsam, tied with a chaotic bun, noble and elegant, and the charm remained.

Seeing her coming to condolence, the small-scale restlessness on the scene.

Chu Zhiyun twisted his waist, put Mr. Song on the column incense, and turned to An Xia Xia.

The eyes of the audience immediately shot over.

"What are you doing here?" Anxiaxia was speechless for a while.

Chu Zhiyun took off her sunglasses and her lips went up: "Maybe ... you should call me, Mom."

An Xia Xia was black, trying to get her out.

Who knew that Chu Zhiyun was as expected, and said hastily: "Your father signed a marriage agreement with me before death, that is, we are now-legal couples, and I am His widow. "

...... So Xiaosan righted?

An Xia Xia smiled: "Congratulations, finally getting rid of the title of Primary Three, reaching widow | women achievement!"

Chu Zhiyun's face changed, and she lowered her voice, "Don't forget that, in the inheritance order of the inheritance, the wife precedes the children. Even if you make a will, don't try to swallow the property of the Song family!"

Oh ... it is much higher than Song Qing.

An Xia Xia sighed in her heart, Sheng Yi Ze faceless call to the bodyguard: "After Chu Ying, do not send."

"Hum!" Chu Zhiyun snorted coldly and left quickly.

"It seems you are in trouble." Song Shi emerged from nowhere, laughing like a frivolous fox.