The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Xia Xia was so excited that she nodded her head. "Okay, okay, let's eat chicken legs together!"

Sheng Yize's smile collapsed on his face.

The specially prepared wedding dress for her, everything carefully prepared, turned out to be more worrying than a chicken leg ...

He was injured internally.

"How is it? Don't you like to eat?" Anxiaxia blinked her eyes, "It's better if you don't like it. Give me your share! Roar ~"

What can I do if I'm swollen, and I'm so happy, and I have a beautiful skirt and chicken legs to eat.

Sheng Yize looked helpless for a long time, and sighed: "You're happy."

What a fool.

Don't you know what it means for boys to invite girls to dance?

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Christmas this year is Saturday, and Friday is Christmas Eve, and everyone in the class is giving Christmas fruit and gifts.

Anxiaxia received a lot, but compared with Sheng Yize, it was really weak.

His drawers were long full, and the table was full of gifts, looking exaggerated.

The squad leader made him a big cardboard box to help him put everything in it.

An Xia Xia watched them busy, and scratched his fingers.

Alas ... he's really as popular as ever.

"How old are you still holding your hands? Do you know how many bacteria are on it?" Sheng Yize's deep voice came from his ears, and Anxiaxia immediately retracted her fingers.

She whispered, "Sheng Yize, why are you shouting more than my dad ..."

Sheng Yize Black Line: "Fool, no matter what you are."

An Xia Xia was worried again and continued to chatter.

At the end of the lesson, Su Xiaomo came to him with a paper bag in his hand and asked nervously, "Xia Xia, how about I give this to He Jiayu?"

"Huh?" An Xia Xia looked, it turned out to be a hand-knitted scarf!

"Oh my god, Momo, did you knit it yourself?" Anxiaxia winked.

What do you think, Su Xiaomo is not like a little girl who knows how to knit towels ...

Su Xiaomo's eyebrows danced, "Of course, this is the result of this baby's careful weaving for more than half a month ..."

The words didn't fall, and the paper bag in her hand was snatched. It was the famous troublemaker in the class-Nangong Jing.

"I'm going, Mo Sister, are you weaving? Hey, why are there holes and this one, and the stitches are too dense!" Nangong Jing laughed, attracting the attention of the whole class.

Su Xiaomo was anxious: "You are sick, give me back my things!"

"If you don't do it, don't do it!" Nangong Jingchao grimaced. "I thought of a song called" Sweater Knitting ". I sing it for everyone. I love you deeply, but Love an SB, he doesn't love you, you knit a sweater for SB ... "

He sang with emotion, and the deliberately funny look made the whole class laugh.

Su Xiaomo's face blushed. She was usually very noisy with the classmates because of her personality.

If it was an ordinary joke, she would certainly not mind.

But now ... she glanced at He Jiayu at a loss, the other party was still holding the book of physics, as if the farce around him had nothing to do with him.

For some reason, Su Xiaomo felt sore and broke his temper: "Give me back my things !!!"

Nangong Jing's singing came to an abrupt halt, watching Su Xiaomo a bit unexpectedly.

"Cut, isn't that a ragged scarf ... You want to give it away, maybe they don't want it yet ..."