The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

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five minutes later.

An Xia Xia held a cup of hot milk and sat on the sofa to listen to training like a child who did something wrong.

"You are really capable? You are still running away from home ?! You are not afraid that bad people will turn you around! How old are so naive ... Stupid and stupid! I do n’t know if I bring money with my mobile phone, smelly girl ..." Sheng Yi Zeban faced her fiercely and fiercely, Anxiaxia heard more and more wronged, her head was buried so low, mosquito murmured: "I knew you were so embarrassed, I will not come to you ..."

Sheng Yize's ear strength is very good, and it sounds so real that he got angry: "Oh, who do you plan to find without me? Qi Yanxi? Or the little white-faced student council president before ..."

An Xia Xia pouted, wronged.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Sheng Yize relented, slowing his tone: "Why run away from home?"

"Arguing with my brother ..."

"Why quarrel?"

"He told you to move away! He's a bad guy!" Anxia Xiayi said angrily.

Sheng Yize couldn't help laughing: "So, did you run away for me ...?"

An Xia Xia said in a guilty conscience, "How can you ... be less affectionate!"

She pretended to pick up and drink milk, but Sheng Yize crouched down and leaned forward to her: "Xia Xia, let's make peace."

An Xiaxia blushed with a stubborn expression: "Where can you be like this, when you say angry, get angry, and when you say reconciliation, reconcile!"

Sheng Yize's deep eyes flowed, stroking her cheek: "I was wrong before, I apologize, okay?"

"唔 ..." An Xia Xia did not expect that he would apologize, his face was embarrassed, and he stuttered for a long time before he could barely say: "So, then I forgive you! 谅 ▽ ⊙"

Sheng Yize's expression became extremely soft, and he fixedly looked at the little girlfriend in front of him.

These days, he thinks too much, and is arrogant and unwilling to be softened first.

To this day, he finds that everything is not worth comparing with An Xia Xia.

Everything is just that he can't get along with himself.

Thinking about this, he gently kissed An Xia Xia's forehead: "Xia Xia ... we will not fight anymore, okay?"

Anxiaxia took the opportunity to fight for her rights: "Then you can't murder me!"

"Well ... OK, but should we do something else now?" He raised his lips and smiled unwillingly.

The big hand took An Xia Xia's milk glass, put it on the table, and threw An Xia Xia directly, her big hand was swimming around her waist uneasily ...

An Xia Xia winked, eh? For the male goddess of woolen affection, he became a hungry wolf full of color in one second?

"Sheng Yize! You, you don't go too far!" An Xiaxia flushed, pushing Sheng Yize hard.

This has just been reconciled, shouldn't the style of the painting be "mutual silence, but tears and thousands of lines"? Will the swelling turn into a situation where she is thrown?

"Good, even if you call your throat broken, no one will come to your rescue." Sheng Yize's eyes narrowed, and he took off an old fox with a wagging tail!

An Xia Xia turned over expertly, he bullied himself, and sighed at her small earlobe: "Do you know what this posture is called?"

He was up, she was down, and she was still on her back. Anxiaxia's mind suddenly appeared a few dirty words ...

Oh my God! The male **** is big, don't get dirty! Don't pick purple acridine!