Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 11
Hearing Ye Qingyu's words, An Zihao took a look at Jiang Chenxi and the sweet Ye Qingyu, and then stood behind Ye Qingyu without hesitation.

"Okay." An Zihao looked at the sweet-looking Ye Qingyu who knew how to dress up, and couldn't help but look at his shabby clothes.

Is this the Ye Qingyu that the idiot said?How could such a sweet person target that idiot?

Idiots don't have persecution paranoia, do they?
Ye Qingyu smiled softly at Jiang Chenxi: "Brother Chenxi, let's go first. If you have time, brother Chenxi can come to our house for dinner."

Jiang Chenxi nodded slightly, watching An Zihao get into Ye Qingyu's white Ferrari and disappear into the garage, the smile on his face suddenly withdrew.

Seeing Jiang Chenxi who didn't follow, An Zihao breathed a sigh of relief while sitting in the passenger seat.

"Sister Qianyi stole the limelight today. She has only come to Saint Wing Academy for a few days, and she is so dishonest, huh?" Ye Qingyu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a sneer on her lips.

An Zihao couldn't help frowning when he heard Ye Qingyu's eccentric tone: "What?"

The sneer at the corner of Ye Qingyu's mouth suddenly disappeared, she clenched her hands tightly on the steering wheel, and quickly stepped on the brakes.

Bang——Because An Zihao wasn't wearing a seat belt, he slammed his head against the car platform.

"Are you really good at driving?!" An Zihao suppressed the anger in his heart. She is a girl, she is a girl, so she endured it.

Ye Qingyu's face was full of coldness, she withdrew her hand from the steering wheel, and then grabbed An Zihao's ponytail fiercely: "You dare to yell at me? You became so rampant after getting close to Prince An gone?"

An Zihao felt a burst of pain from his scalp, and he believed Gu Qianyi's words, women really can't just look at their appearance!

How could he, An Zihao, be someone who allowed others to bully him?

He stretched out his hand and quickly slapped the back of Ye Qingyu's hand hard, then quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Qingyu's extremely well-maintained hair and pulled it towards him fiercely.

Ye Qingyu screamed when she felt the pain from her scalp, and immediately let go of An Zihao's hand.

"Let go of me! How dare you pull my hair! Gu Qianyi, you are dead!" The anger on Ye Qingyu's face distorted her face.

Looking at the angry Ye Qingyu, An Zihao sneered, "I'm not only going to pull your hair, I'm going to beat you into a pig's head."

Ye Qingyu was slightly taken aback, and looked at An Zihao in disbelief, "You, how dare you..."

Before Ye Qingyu finished speaking, a fist landed firmly under her eyes.

"Ah! Ah! Gu Qianyi! I must kill you! I will not let you go!"

"what!"

"what!"

A series of horrific screams came from the white Ferrari sports car.

Bang - In the next second, Ye Qingyu, who was really beaten into a pig's head, was thrown out.

Her hair was messy, and the blue and white plaid skirt was covered in blood, and a lot of hair was pulled out and scattered on the skirt.

Rumbling——The white Ferrari quickly drove away from Ye Qingyu's side.

Ye Qingyu, who was in a mess, watched her sports car being driven away with a dull expression, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

An Zihao, who was driving a Ferrari, shook his head. He agreed not to hit a woman, but today he actually hit a woman.Fortunately, the attack was light enough, otherwise I would feel a little guilty. (Being light-handed and beating people into pig heads?)

(End of this chapter)