The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

He looked indifferent, and left with a negative hand. Before he left, he grabbed the chief of the police chief's collar: "Give me an account of this!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

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Anxiously rushed to the hospital, both Mr. and Mrs. He were there. As soon as Su Xiaomo saw him, he saw a cat like a mouse and subconsciously hid.

"How is she!" Qing Qing's voice was all worried.

"Ahem ... okay, okay ... don't worry."

Seeing his state, Su Xiaomo was afraid to tell the truth.

Otherwise, she has no doubt that Sheng Yize can demolish the hospital.

"You said." Sheng Yize turned to He Jiayu, and He Jiayu coughed and said helplessly, "Be smart first."

"Say!"

He Jiayu sighed, "Xia Xia ... is about to give birth."

Sheng Yize seemed to be overwhelmed as if he had been defeated.

Full play counts, An Xia Xia's pregnancy is only seven months ...

Seven months ... premature ...

These two words kept circling in Sheng Yize's mind. His legs were soft and he almost fell to the ground.

He was leaning against the wall and breathing was disturbed. "How's it going?"

He Jiayu shook her head: "The probability of dystocia is almost 100% ... and it is even more difficult for a child to be born.

Su Xiaomo blocked his mouth: "Don't tell me!"

She looked at Sheng Yize and said in vain: "Sheng Yize, you calm down. He Meiren is a doctor and always talks loudly. How can he say it is so serious. You see, I do n’t have a child. went well?"

In the quiet corridor, only her dry laughter hovered.

With a smile, Su Xiaomo cried.

He Jiayu took her into her arms and whispered, "Don't cry ... it will be fine."

Tears were raging, and Su Xiaomo never thought about it. It was only two days before he saw him. An Xia Xia changed from a careless and expectant mother to a childbirth.

Sheng Yize slammed into the window next to him.

With a bang, the pieces of glass fell to the ground, thrilling.

Across the thick operating room door, Sheng Yize even started the tear mole at the corner of his eyes turning red.

When he was a child, Anxia Xia loved to cry. He always did not laugh. Grandma Song often said that his tear mole had been born in the wrong place. Anxia Xia had drained his tears all his life.

At this moment, he had great hope, and could bear all the pain, all the tears for her, but there were thousands of things he could do in the world, but he had no children but he couldn't replace them.

"Yizhe ..." He Jiayu called him, Sheng Yize ignored him, took out his mobile phone, and started to call.

Indifferent to the sound of no emotion, orderly tasks.

"Find out exactly how Song Shi died ... and who was responsible for the misfortune of Xia Xia ..."

...

The waiting time is full of suffering.

On the plane, An Yibei, An An, Grandpa Sheng, Grandma Sheng ... the whole family dispatched and flew to the island where Anxiaxia is.

Grandmother Sheng folded her hands and prayed for Anxia Xia. The old lady's eyes were red and red: "The Bodhisattva blesses my family and Xia Xia all the best ... Just ask the mother and child to be safe. No, as long as Xia Xia is good!"

"Feudal superstition!" Grandpa Sheng trained her in a rigid manner, but couldn't help but asked for Buddha in his heart.

...

Seeing that she was unable to deliver, the doctor chose a cesarean section.

The two children were carried out one after the other, but the room was quiet and silent.

Child, didn't cry, nothing happened.