Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 43 You Can't Escape From My Palm

Before Gu Qianyi could react, the car flew out like a hyun.

Gu Qianyi opened her wide eyes and watched the car in front of her keep being left behind by An Zihao, and nearly collided with other cars several times when she tried to get in the way.

She tightly pulled on the seat belt in the car, and couldn't help but swear: "Hold the grass! An Zihao, you are crazy, I haven't fastened my seat belt yet!"

An Zihao had a wicked smile, even his two thick eyebrows were slightly rippling, as if he was always smiling, curved like a bright first quarter moon in the night sky.

His fair skin sets off his pink lips, his handsome and prominent facial features, and his perfect face shape, adding a touch of unruly to his sunny and handsome...
"Neither do I."

As soon as An Zihao finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator, and the Lamborghini rushed out quickly. When passing the first bend, it suddenly slowed down. Since there were many bustling streets, his body also swayed left and right with the sports car, feeling like he was on a rolling train.

When going through the most accident-prone corners, it is obvious that the rear of the car is wiggling.When entering the straight road, the speed rises rapidly in an instant.

Gu Qianyi was quickly drifted by An Zihao with great difficulty, and the left side of his face was instantly stuck to the car window.

She put her hands on the car door angrily, and finally pulled her face off the car window. At this moment, the Lamborghini heard the sound of tires rubbing violently on the ground.

A trace of panic flashed across Gu Qianyi's face, still playing drift?

Before she could hold on to the seat belt tightly, the whole person fell to the left again.

Bang——With a muffled sound, Gu Qianyi fell into An Zihao's arms.

Her face turned red in an instant, and just when she was about to get up from his arms, she made another sharp turn and fell into his arms again.

"Idiot, am I comfortable?" An Zihao lowered his head, looking at Gu Qianyi who was lying in his arms, without any expression on his face.

Gu Qianyi immediately got up from his body, and then coughed a few times and patted his clothes: "If you hadn't driven recklessly, I wouldn't have fallen, I'd have fallen into your arms."

An Zihao patted the steering wheel lightly with his hand, looked at Gu Qianyi and asked seriously, "Oh? Didn't it do it on purpose?"

Gu Qianyi snorted coldly, and then immediately moved her blushing face away: "On purpose? How is it possible?"

"Idiot, we're here." Looking at Gu Qianyi who was still sitting in the passenger seat, An Zihao slowly pulled down the window and pointed to the villa in front of him.

Gu Qianyi nodded repeatedly, then hurriedly pushed the door of the cart, but found that she couldn't open it no matter what.

Suddenly, her arm was pulled, and with a force, her body immediately fell to An Zihao's side.

An Zihao's hands were resting on her seat, and his handsome face was only a few centimeters away from her: "Idiot, remember, if we don't change bodies again, you still won't be able to escape my palm."

"You, what do you want to do?!" Gu Qianyi quickly protected her two buns, looking at An Zihao warily.

An Zihao couldn't help smiling when he saw Gu Qianyi's foolishness, he slowly stretched out his finger and poked her on the forehead: "What are you thinking about? Make up for me, can you make up for my young master?" How many girls dream of something, go home and laugh secretly."

An Zihao smiled and pressed a blue button inside the car.

Seeing the Lamborghini's car door gradually lift up, Gu Qianyi's eyes were full of surprise as he looked at the car door standing in the air.

(End of this chapter)