Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 74

Gu Qianyi curled her lips and muttered in a low voice: "Is it so exaggerated?"

An Zihao snorted coldly, then turned and went upstairs: "Stay here, I'll go find some clothes."

On Visnts Street, the busiest street in the imperial capital, a cool Lamborghini is particularly conspicuous.

The door of the Lamborghini turned upwards, and two people walked out of the car slowly.

An Zihao stood on the street with a displeased expression on his face. A set of pure white Nike sports and leisure suits were mixed with a touch of pink. The high ponytail on his head gave him a refreshing feeling.

There was an icy aura surrounding him, although he hadn't come into close contact with it, he could still feel it.A pair of deep eyes with no end in sight, a little cold, a high nose, and an expressionless face completely suppressed by a big black frame.

On the other side, Gu Qianyi, who was full of surprise, opened his lips, but no sound came out of his mouth.

The pure white GabrielleChanel shirt looks extraordinarily relaxed and stylish.The navy blue Dior long coat modified the 1.8 meters tall to be slender and stylish.The whole body exudes a relaxed atmosphere.

The appearance of the two instantly lit up the screams of all the women present.

"My God, that man is so handsome and stylish!"

"I'll go, you don't know him?!"

"He is An Zihao, the heir to the Longshou An family in the imperial capital!"

"Yes, yes, the national male god in the hearts of all women!"

"What kind of national male god! He is obviously the husband that all women dream of! The national husband is right!"

"Handsome and rich, it is said that the love history is very clean! Simply, there is no more perfect man than this!"

……

Hearing the discussions around her, Gu Qianyi couldn't help turning her head and rolling her eyes at An Zihao.

She shrugged helplessly, what the hell is the national male god?What the hell is the national husband?What the hell is the most perfect man?They are all a group of lost women who have not seen the true face of the poisonous tongue...

An Zihao nodded in satisfaction, and slowly walked to Gu Qianyi's side with his arms folded, "Although you are blind, this young master is indeed so popular."

"Oh, lost women." Gu Qianyi sighed faintly, as if she was very lamented.

An Zihao paused for a moment, looked down at the sportswear on his body with displeasure, "It's you idiot, let's see what you asked me to wear."

Hearing An Zihao's words, Gu Qianyi's face instantly turned red: "You still have the nerve to say so! You, you actually want to wear that kind of dewy skirt on me, I will definitely not agree."

An Zihao looked at Gu Qianyi beside him with a look of disgust, "You old-fashioned woman."

"What?! It's Xueba, Xueba!!" Gu Qianyi couldn't bear it and growled at An Zihao.

An Zihao shook the high ponytail on his head, then nodded slowly: "Yes, old-fashioned school bully."

……

Gu Qianyi glanced at An Zihao who was facing him and couldn't help tilting his head: "Am I really stupid?"

An Zihao shook his head slowly, and his high ponytail drew beautiful arcs in the air following his shaking of his head: "No...you are, very, very silly."

"...Can I beat you up?" Gu Qianyi gritted her teeth and looked at An Zihao who was "heinous".

An Zihao raised his eyebrows and looked at the crowd all over the street: "You can try, if you are not afraid of being targeted by these women."

(End of this chapter)