The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

In the face of his sudden attack, An Xia Xia was nervously indifferent: "You ... don't stay so close ..."

"Why can't you be so close?" Sheng Yize's tone deliberately fainted. "Do you have any thoughts about me ... non-ideal?"

"Why not! I'm not a idiot!" Anxia Xiali roared arrogantly, Sheng Yize smiled slightly, held her lips, and took a bite.

The little woman's face in front of her eyes was immediately red and transparent.

"Isn't that shy?" Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow.

An Xia Xia covered her face and became angry with anger: "Sheng Yize, you really hate it!"

Sheng Yize smiled, pulled Anxiaxia's finger, and put a ring on Anxiaxia's hand.

"This is ..." An Xia Xia widened her black eyes and looked at the ring between her fingers without blinking.

If she remembered correctly, was this the ring that Sheng Yize had prepared when he proposed on the Ferris wheel?

Beautiful and incredible.

"Do you like it?" Sheng Yize rubbed her hair with a smile.

An Xia Xia nodded strongly, holding a pink diamond like a miser: "Wow ... must be very valuable."

Sheng Yize Black Line: "Aren't you trying to resell?"

"Hey." An Xia Xia smiled sweetly, "I want to stay as a heirloom, and leave it to our baby, and then to the baby's baby!"

This sentence undoubtedly pleased Sheng Yize, and the corner of his mouth looked good, pulling An Xia Xia to continue kissing.

"Hey ... this is the school, it's damaging!" An Xiaxia kept hiding shyly, Sheng Yize refused to let go of her and pressed the person on the desk, so she gave her a meal.

When separated, An Xia Xia's lips became red and swollen.

Pulling the little woman to her lap and sitting, Sheng Yize managed her messy hair for a light voice: "If you can go back to seven years ago, what would you most like to do?"

An Xia Xia clutched his placket, the tangled ones could not be added.

"I, I don't know ..."

I wanted to do too many things, and it was too trivial.

"What about you? What do you want to do?" Anxiaxia looked at him curiously.

Sheng Yize was silent for a moment, and said dumbly, "I will never let you go!"

Will not let two people miss so many years, but leave so many regrets for these seven years, no matter what, never let go of her hand!

Anxiaxia trembled, bit her lip, her eyes were red, and she said, "I'm sorry ..."

She owed a regret to Sheng Yize, owed him an explanation, and owed him seven years.

An Xiaxia couldn't even imagine what kind of mood he was holding, neither willing to show up nor willing to let go, always guarding her, keeping her safe, and not asking for anything else.

It would be her, she wouldn't.

"Still unwilling to explain to me?" Sheng Yize's voice was low, as if with confusion: "Tell me, okay?"

There was silence all around. In the classroom, there was only the sound of each other's breathing, undulating.

An Xia Xia struggled, and finally opened his mouth: "The day you proposed to me, someone called me ..."

"Huh?" Sheng Yize narrowed his eyes. "Is it a strange number?"

"How do you know?" An Xia Xia was excited. "Sheng Yize, do you know who he is? Is it really your father?"

For a long time, Sheng Yize shook his head: "Not him."