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Chapter 89 That's Your Great Aunt

An Zihao, on the other hand, looked at Gu Qianyi who was stunned in front of him indifferently, and a flash of light flashed across his eyes.

Gu Qianyi shook her head, her thoughts broke free from her daze, her nimble eyeballs rolled quickly, but she quickly calculated the calculations that were deeply engraved in her heart.

Can not be done!If I don't drink all of this bottle of 82-year-old Lafite, I will pay ten times the compensation... I won't be able to pay it back for the rest of my life!No, I can't afford it in two or three lifetimes!
Suddenly, Gu Qianyi suddenly stood up, tightly holding the 82-year-old Lafite standing quietly on the table, his eyes were full of death.

"An Zihao, in this critical moment, we have to fight together."

An Zihao narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "Oh? How about a unified law?"

Gu Qianyi stared at the 82-year-old Lafite in front of her, as if it was an enemy from a lifetime ago.

"Together, let's drink up this bottle of expensive sin, drink it all up!"

An Zihao nodded, his cold face was tinged with helplessness: "Then help me with this."

Gu Qianyi picked up the phone on the ground and nodded to An Zihao: "Thank you."

An Zihao was slightly taken aback, his hands propped on the table perfectly covered the corners of his lips that were slowly curling up.

But at this time, Gu Qianyi was completely overwhelmed by the amount of money on the phone before, and completely forgot that this bottle of 82 Lafite was ordered by An Zihao.

At the same time, he also forgot what An Zihao said before, he can take whatever he wants in this mall, let alone just eat a steak.

Trembling, Gu Qianyi picked up the two glasses of red wine that the two female waiters had already poured for them: "An Zihao, otherwise, drink more, I'm a girl..."

"Idiot, did you get the situation wrong? Now, I'm the girl." An Zihao propped his face on his own, slowly shaking a glass full of red wine with one hand.

Gu Qianyi was slightly taken aback, her pupils widened in an instant, and she pointed at An Zihao's stomach and hesitated for a long time: "Poison tongue, you, your great aunt, haven't you left yet?!"

An Zihao twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face: "That's your aunt..."

"...Don't worry about whose aunt it is, just tell me, is my aunt still gone?" Gu Qianyi blushed slightly, she was actually arguing with an old man whose it belonged to Aunt, I'm going crazy.

An Zihao nodded slowly, his face full of confusion: "No, but the color has faded a lot today."

Gu Qianyi let out a deep breath, and slowly nodded to An Zihao: "That means leaving soon."

A hint of puzzlement crossed An Zihao's face: "What does drinking have anything to do with whether you go or not? A woman is a woman, so I'll do it first."

An Zihao slowly pressed the wine glass to his lips. Before he could make another move, the wine glass in his hand disappeared instantly.

Not far away, Gu Qianyi was holding two glasses full of red wine tightly in his hands, looking at An Zihao warily.

"Idiot, what are you doing?" A trace of displeasure flashed across An Zihao's face, and his tone turned cold instantly.

Gu Qianyi pretended to be calm and shook his head at An Zihao: "Your aunt hasn't left, so you can't drink."

"...If you want me to say it a few times, that's your aunt." An Zihao clenched his hands into fists and said out of control.

(End of this chapter)