Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 740 I Just Want To Be Your Patron Saint 7
"Isn't it all brains..." An Xiaxia muttered.

"No, yours is water."

An Xiaxia was stunned for a few seconds before she realized: "Are you trying to call me stupid?"

Sheng Yize laughed it off.

"Who is that person?" He straightened his expression and asked An Xiaxia.

An Xiaxia shook her head: "I want to know too."

Sheng Yize frowned, and carried her to the bed: "Go to bed first, and let me handle the rest."

"Yeah." An Xiaxia closed her eyes obediently, but her little hand kept holding his arm and refused to lose it.

Probably because he was really frightened. How long has it been since this little woman clinged to him?
Sheng Yize held her hand instead, warming it in his palm.

As she got closer, the faint smell of tobacco wafted into her nose. An Xiaxia sniffed it, and said in a daze, "Are you smoking again?"

Sheng Yize was startled, but didn't hide anything: "Well, I'm quitting, but when I'm under a lot of pressure, I still can't control it... I won't do it next time."

He was always thinking of her like this, which actually made An Xiaxia feel very ashamed.

"It's okay... It's okay to smoke less." A man's going out to socialize, smoking and drinking are unavoidable after all.

"So considerate?" Sheng Yize smiled, and put An Xiaxia's slightly messy hair behind his cheeks behind his ears, and heard her repeatedly asking like a nightmare: "Did you really never look for me before?" ? Really really not?"

He sneered: "It's really... stupid enough."

I don't know whether to laugh at An Xiaxia or himself.
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When he woke up again, the two of them were already on the plane.

An Xiaxia asked sleepily, "Are we going home?"

The word "family" softened Sheng Yize's heart.

"You can't stay in the country or on that island. I'll take you to a friend's place. It's safe enough."

An Xiaxia pouted: "I've already said that I don't want the inheritance right. Isn't that okay?"

"Innocent Mrs. Sheng, wake up." Sheng Yize smacked her forehead, "Now it's not a question of whether you want it, but a question of the Song family factions fighting to the death. Even if you don't want it, Mr. Song's faction will try their best to deliver it to you. In this case, if you go back, you will be a piece of fat! Everyone wants to eat it!"

An Xiaxia was a little scared, hugged the blanket and curled up into a ball: "I don't want to be eaten!"

"Hey, you can only give it to me." Sheng Yize's eyes were doting.

What you eat is not what you eat! Hey!
"Then... Do you want to help Mr. Song?" An Xiaxia quickly changed the topic.

Sheng Yize nodded: "Yes. Although he's a bit of a scumbag, it's not bad to leave the money to you."

"It's amazing to be rich..." An Xiaxia was upset when he was mentioned.

"Do you have no idea how much money he has?" Sheng Yize's head was full of black lines, "For example, if I raise you, you can drink a cup of soy milk, and if he raises you, he can sell the entire soy milk store." Give you all."

A row of money symbols floated in front of An Xiaxia's eyes: "Wow——"

"Promise!" Sheng Yize shook the newspaper in his hand, suddenly realized something, turned his head, and said very seriously: "Xia Xia, I will help you protect the right of inheritance, you can raise me in the future. I will warm my heart Stomach, will warm the bed~"

"...You have changed, Sheng Xiaohei! Your thinking is too degenerate|degenerate!"

"Is there? But I think it seems... pretty good to be a little boy who is taken care of by his wife." Sheng Yize said solemnly.

An Xiaxia was confused. Hey, Civil Affairs Bureau, can I change my husband? !

(End of this chapter)