The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Anxiaxia paced nervously and continued to watch the video on her phone while holding her breath.

With the sound of music, Sheng Yize sang live, but also accompanied by difficult dance moves.

Every time he turned around, An Xia Xia looked at his heart once.

However, there was no painful expression on his face, and his movements were like flowing clouds, smooth and flawless.

The last note landed, and he finished it perfectly.

The scene was filled with applause.

The wounded rumor was broken without attack.

Broker Lu Ke came forward to answer questions from reporters, and Sheng Yize stepped down after a few words.

He just came to the backstage and patted his shoulder familiarly with his relatively familiar little brother Huang Fa: "Hey, Eze, the press conference is over?"

Sheng Yize shook his body slightly, frowned slightly, nodded slightly, and said indifferently "um".

Brother Huang Fa saw his strangeness and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

The company has many ears, and if his injury is exposed, I am afraid it will cause more trouble.

He sighed, "Have a good rest, don't fight that hard at a young age."

Sheng Yize smiled: "Nothing."

Since it is the path he has chosen, no matter how painful or painful it is, he should have undertaken the obligation.

Brother Huang Fa patted his head: "I almost forgot. The security office just called me and asked me to tell you that Uncle Sheng is here and I'll wait for you at the company's side door ..."

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Sheng Yize changed his lighter clothes, ignored the sting coming from the wound on his body, and walked to the side door.

A Rolls-Royce parked on the side of the road, incompatible with ordinary streets.

Sheng Yize walked over, got in the car, and nodded indifferently.

The majestic middle-aged man turned to look at him with an unhappy expression: "What happened to the water?"

"Don't you find it already?" Sheng Yize answered warmly.

Sheng Zhiyuan dropped the newspaper angrily: "How many times have I told you, I agree that you are here, not to put you at risk!"

"My own business, I will look at it."

Sheng Zhi paused, his tone slowed down a bit: "I know, you've been resentful of Dad ... but it wasn't the responsibility of Dad alone. Do I want to save you from death? A stranger? "

This sentence touched Sheng Yize's most sensitive nerve. He sneered, "Did I let you save me? Do you want to live in this world? Is it up to you?"

Sheng Zhiyuan: "I raise you to make me angry!"

Sheng Yize glanced at him, raised his legs and stepped out of the car.

He got into his nanny car, and the driver asked carefully, "Master, where are you going?"

Sheng Yize seemed to think for a long time before giving the answer: "Return to home."

"Yes."

Watching the black Porsche go, Sheng Zhiyuan sighed heavily in the car.

After so many years, Sheng Yize still didn't even want to call him "Father".

Is it true that he did something wrong?

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An Xia Xia was in a hurry at home, and the dinner was not delicious. In the surprised eyes of Father An and An Yibei, she took off her chopsticks: "I am full, go out for a walk."

She put on a coat and walked downstairs in three or two steps, planning to take a taxi to Ye Weiyang Company to see.

Sheng Yize's guy is really worrying!

As soon as she went out, she bumped into a warm and generous embrace.

Sheng Yize's lazy voice came: "Short-legged Xia, when can you run so fast?"