The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

To Song, An Xia Xia put him in the column of metamorphosis in his heart, watched him appear, and immediately hid behind Sheng Yize.

Song Shi touched his nose: "I'm my own."

"Who is with you?" Sheng Yize looked indifferent.

"Ahaha ..." Song Shi haha, "Chu Zhiyun's move is really bad. I don't know how she did it. It is supposed that Mr. Song won't agree to marry her ..."

Both Midsummer ignored him, and Song Shi said helplessly: "Well, you are not interested in this. She has to hold a banquet. You have to react a bit, right?"

"What banquet? Celebrating her husband's death as soon as she gets married?" An Xia Xia started a mockery mode, and her poisonous tongue was powerful.

"Sister Xia, you're very angry." Song Shi's eyebrows moved. "She's going to have a banquet at Song's house. Most of her friends in the entertainment industry are here ... for show off. She hasn't been easy to mix in these years. After suppressing her career in her thirties, her career was only improved after two years. In fact, in the hearts of many people in the entertainment industry, her status and reputation were not very good. "

"If she wants to, open it as you want, I don't want to waste time on her." Anxia Xia pouted.

Song Shi hesitated. "But, the Song family ... the only woman who lived there was an aunt. How do you say, that is also the aunt's place, can you bear it?"

His aunt is Anxiaxia's biological mother.

Anxiaxia gritted her teeth. "When is the banquet?"

"Sunday."

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On Sunday, an extended version of Lincoln stopped at Song's door.

"Are you sure you want to go alone?" Sheng Yize was restless.

"Don't you say that you still have mail to deal with?" An Xia Xia smiled at him. "You're busy in the car. I'll call you if there is a situation."

Sheng Yize frowned, hesitating.

An Xiaxia kissed him on the lips, and Sheng Yize's face only eased a lot.

"If you go, you will see a scene of my shrew scolding ... Will it leave you a psychological shadow?" An Xiaxia joked with him.

Sheng Yize's lips: "Wait for the good news."

Anxiaxia straightened her hair, carried her skirt, and walked into the villa.

Soft and elegant music is playing in the hall. The guests who come and go are handsome men and beautiful women. An Xia Xia saw several familiar stars. In the middle of the crowd, Chu Zhiyun was talking to people. I tried the handkerchief.

Sure enough it was acting ...

Seeing her coming, Song Qing glared at her with a high toe: "What are you doing in my house?"

Oh, is this her house?

An Xia Xia didn't smile, Song Qing couldn't help but wanted to scold her, Chu Zhiyun frowned when she saw her, and said "losing companion" to the people around her, and hurried over.

"Xia Xia, you are back." Chu Zhiyun smiled just right, neither enthusiastic nor alienated.

"Aunt Chu, good interest, Mr. Song's bones are not cold, do you think it is appropriate to hold a banquet in this house?" An Xia Xia looked around for a while, "Also, Mr. Song's ashes were put here for one night ... I don't know if it will affect Star Road ... "

Those who were present were all from the entertainment industry. They were especially taboo. Immediately, many people glared at Chu Zhiyun.

Chu Zhiyun's words jammed, a maid came over in small steps and whispered: "Madam, sir, all the paintings in the room have been thrown away."

Painting ... An Xia Xia suddenly widened her eyes and caught the maid, "Where did you throw it?"