The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

"Looking for your mother?" The policeman's eyes were full of pity. "Even if you don't go to Africa, no one will take care of you! Illegal guns and intentional killings ... Both of these crimes are enough to sentence you to death! Besides, you're offended now Fang's little princess, don't expect someone to save you! "

Song Qingwan was still unbelieving, struggling desperately, and was slapped on his face before he was considered honest.

While the plane didn't take off, she begged a man in exchange for the opportunity to call Chu Zhiyun.

The phone waited for a long time to be connected, and Chu Zhiyun's elegant voice came: "Hello, who?"

"Mum, it's me, please! Help me ... aren't we saying yes? Why did you send me to Africa ... I don't want to go!" She cried with tears, and Chu Zhiyun's mood didn't see any ups and downs, "Is it enough to cry?"

Song Qing stayed up late, not understanding why Chu Zhiyun's attitude was so cold.

Chu Zhiyun said lightly: "You killed yourself, you blame yourself, who's the blame? Don't look for me in the future, I don't have a daughter like you!"

His body seemed to be shocked by electricity, Song Qingchen slumped all over his face, his face was incredible.

In this case, how can it be said from a mother's mouth?

"Mummy ..."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you are not my child. As for your mother, she died long ago. I wish you an early reunion in hell!" Chu Zhiyun Jiao hung up the phone with a smile.

To her, Song Qingwan was just a tool.

By Song Qingwan, she got everything she wanted.

Now, this idiot keeps asking her for trouble, so she can only discard it!

Song Qing was crying late, his voice exhausted, and tears fell down.

Grievances, remorse, unwillingness, shock, sadness ... All kinds of emotions are intertwined and explode.

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After a few days of rest, Fang Shanshan's health was a lot better. Sheng Yize and Chi Yuanfeng discussed and decided to send Anxia Xia and Fang Shanshan abroad.

Country M is Fang's territory, which can better protect them both.

The various factions of the Song family are still in a mess, and staying in the country is not safe.

Before leaving, Sheng Yize accompanied her to Yucheng Cemetery.

The tombstones of Mr. Song and Zhong Le are low-key and simple, with the photos of the two when they were young, one handsome and the other bright, looking like a pair made in heaven.

An Xia Xia put her flowers down and silent for a long time before she said gently, "I'm going. You two ... sleep well."

Sheng Yize looked at her with pity in his eyes.

"Let's go and see your mother?" An Xia Xia suggested.

"it is good."

Looking at the picture on the tombstone, Anxiaxia smiled dumbly: "You look like a mother."

Sheng Yize meditated in his heart: Mom, I brought my daughter-in-law to see you.

Leaving the cemetery, Sheng Yize drove home, An Xia Xia looked at the crowd coming and going out of the window, his eyes stopped on a family of three.

A two- or three-year-old girl with a meatball head, fat and chubby, is extremely cute.

Suddenly I want a baby ...

Perhaps because of losing his parents, Anxiaxia knew the importance of the family and now especially wants a child.

"Sheng Yize, do you like boys or girls?" She asked tentatively.

"Don't like it." Sheng Yize was cold.

Anxia Xia pouted: "But I like it very much ... shall we give birth to one?"

brush--

The Porsche took a turn and barely stabilized.

"Sorry, I don't want children."