The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Anxia Xia is in the same place. If Sheng Yize was not helping her, she would almost fall to the ground.

She immediately called Zhou Shiqiao, and Zhou Shiqiao regretfully said, "The last terrorist carried explosives on his body ... He saved everything with that person to save someone ... the area affected by the explosion was razed ... Nothing was found ... "

Anxiaxia put her hand in her mouth and bit her hard, forcing herself not to cry.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Yize frowned.

An Xia Xia's eyes were so red, she cried, "Kang Jian is dead ..."

Sheng Yize a moment.

He still remembers how bitter An Xia Xia was when Kang Jian went to the army.

It was just a life away, but this time it was a death.

In this regard, Sheng Yize is helpless. He is a man, not a god, and cannot determine the life or death of others.

The only thing that could be done was to pat her on the back gently, repeating over and over again: "Don't cry ... be nice, Xia Xia."

Anxia Xiafu sobbed softly on his shoulder, and Sheng Yize's pain twitched.

The last thing he wants to see in this world is Anxiaxia's tears.

Mindful of his thoughts, he slammed into the back of Anxiaxia with a palm of his hands, and Anxiaxia passed out quickly.

He picked him up and took him to the hospital.

Sheng's top doctors have been waiting for a long time. After seeing An Xia Xia, they couldn't help but twitch their lips together.

I thought it was a serious patient ... I didn't expect it to be a minor injury ...

"What are you holding on to? Treat her wounds!" Sheng Yize said coldly, and the doctors quickly surrounded Anxiaxia and treated her wounds.

A group of oversized doctors gave An Xia Xia's hands ... two bows.

Sheng Yize stood in front of the bed for a while, thought for a while, and explained, "Please come over a psychologist."

People who have generally experienced such a major disaster are greatly stimulated.

He didn't want to make Anxiaxia miserable.

An Xia Xia slept very restlessly, her eyebrows frowned tightly, Sheng Yize reached out her hand, and pinched her face carefully.

She should hate her, but she was full of pity.

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Sheng Yize was busy with business. He went to a branch office for one night to handle official duties, but the ward became lively. Someone was visiting Anxiaxia one after another.

Family, friends, colleagues ... wave after wave.

After learning about Wen Qing and He Dongyang, everyone in the morning newspaper sighed.

"It's a pity ... they both seem to be only children."

"Yeah, even if compensation is paid, the old man at home must be uncomfortable ..."

"Origin, everything is fatal ..."

An inappropriate female voice sounded: "So, what are you doing here to see her? Why is she alone alive, but the others are dead?"

Everyone turned around, silently watching the people at the door.

Beautiful dresses, exquisite makeup, perfect from head to toe.

Li Fanxing smiled and walked in proudly on high heels, "Is it uncomfortable to live by yourself? Seriously, you might as well die, come back alive, would you not blame yourself?"

Someone dissatisfied: "This lady, you are too vicious to speak! The deceased has died, and the people who have survived are fortunate. Why do you say such things to hurt people?"

"She is also a person?" Li Fanxing was extremely vicious. "I always thought that a dog was lying on the bed."