The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The redness on Anxiaxia's face was dyed from her cheeks to her ears and her neck, blinking her glazed black eyes and biting her lips.

"I ... how can I have it." She refused to admit it.

Sheng Yize made a long "Oh" and stared straight at her: "Whether I play or film, what's your matter?"

"I'm not afraid that you will be hurt!" Anxiaxia blurted out in a hurry, and suddenly covered her mouth again.

Dizzy, isn't she not doing it yourself?

Afraid of being hurt, isn't it just worrying about him ...

She hit her in the face ...

A stream of autumn-like tears appeared in her anxious eyes, waving her fist and arguing: "Even if I care, I care about you as classmates, as well as at the same table, among friends! What's wrong!"

Sheng Yize hooked his lips, and the corners of his eyebrows were full of pleasant smiles.

The little girl with a bad heart.

He remembered a sentence: There is not much truth in this world, a woman's blush is better than a large amount of dialogue.

His face turned red into a monkey's ass, and he dare not admit it.

After realizing this girl's affection for herself, Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow, pulled An Xia Xia up, and said coolly, "Go, take you home."

An Xia Xia took a small step, and guilty conscience followed him.

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Porsche stopped downstairs in Anjia.

Sheng Yize sent her in. Just a little courier came to deliver the package. After Anxiaxia signed it, she stared at the list and looked at it in confusion. It was actually Su Xiaomo who sent it to her.

Why are you so mysterious ...

She took it apart two or three times, and looked at the big characters of "Rong Sheng CP Welfare Book" on the cover.

Panicking and chaotic, she wanted to hide things, but instead clumsily got to the ground.

Sheng Yize sighed: "Stupid you!"

Although his tone was full of disapproval, he bowed down and bowed himself to pick up the book.

A glance of eagle-eyed glance glanced at it, which looked like a picture album or the like, with pictures and text in it. The binding and layout were very good.

It's just ... those pictures, why ... uh, filth ...

He frowned and looked closely, and the whole man was bad immediately.

"An Xia Xia, do you actually watch these things?" He frowned.

Father An, who was making coffee at the bar, asked with a smile, "What?"

Anxia Xia panicked, and quickly covered Sheng Yize's mouth: "Aren't you going to film? Come on!"

Sheng Yize's eyes narrowed and he smiled, "Sister Ke has been very busy lately, but I need a little assistant to go to the movies, Uncle An, can I let Xia Xia help me?"

"Go on." Father An agreed with a good temper.

As a result, An Xia Xia was taken to the car again.

The car was on the way to the film and television city.

Sheng Yize turned the book elegantly, and looked at it page by page. With each page turned, his face became darker.

On the side of An Xia Xia, I could not wait to dig a seam to bury myself!

That book is not anything else, it is the same book of Rong Che and Sheng Yi Ze she made with Su Xiaomo and Mu Li some time ago ...

The above text was written by her. It was originally a warm and touching short story of Yan Meitong, which can be drawn through Su Xiaomo's brain, almost all small H pictures.

After reading the last page, Sheng Yizap closed the book, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out of his lips—

"Anxiaxia! Are you looking for death!"

An Xia Xia shrank into the corner and burst into tears: "I, I was wrong ..."