First Love Fantasy Season: The Prince Is A Little Bad

At this time, the class had begun to become noisy. What had just happened was forgotten by the students. Yinghan was about to go back to her seat to read, but as soon as she moved, she felt a scorching gaze on her from behind.

She looked back, but there was nothing there. After turning around, that feeling no longer existed. So, she thought she was just thinking too much.

However, after she turned back, Anze slowly took down the book covering his face. Ha! I never thought that he would have such a day. It was just that he couldn't chase a girl he felt some affection for, but he actually had to rely on her.

Wearing something to cover your sight. This feeling is so sad!

In the past, he was not such a person! But now, he has become so accommodating to her. If he continues like this, I am afraid he will forget his identity and the character his father asked him to develop.

He should be cold and ruthless. He should not have any feelings for others!

Thinking of how he ran out quietly this time without any hesitation, got into trouble, and found connections to transfer to this school, he suddenly realized that he had done so many wrong things. However, the old man did not dare

What to him, isn't it?

He was the only one left, and the old man didn't dare to hurt him.

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Nights, lonely nights always make people feel empty. Empty people will naturally like to go out to wine and indulge! Or, not all people who indulge are lonely and empty people, there are also people who are lovelorn, and so on.

, anyway, drinking at night always attracts people’s attention and nerves.

On the gorgeous and dark dance floor, a handsome young man dressed all in white is dancing crazily. The music shocks people's ears, but it cannot shock people's hearts and eyes.

Only the beautiful young man dancing in the middle of the dance floor can shock their eyes and hearts!

An Ze! is the boss behind this hotel. However, except for a few managers, everyone else thinks he is just a guest here to dance. Almost every night at 10:00 on time, he will appear on the dance floor.

He kept dancing and would not stop until the music he chose stopped.

Tonight, as usual, Anze finished dancing, shook his sweat-soaked hair, took a glass of ice water from the waiter's hand and poured it on his head.