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The eight trigrams continued, but Qingqing didn't hear them clearly, and her thoughts flew to the sky.

"Qingqing, you can't find anything delicious. You can make do with it." An Jingcheng came back with a plate of spaghetti in one hand and a plate of fried rice in the other.

Qingqing took the spaghetti in an Jingcheng's hand, sniffed it under her nose and said, "I like this. Give me a fork or something." At present, Qingqing does not care about gossip.

An Jingcheng put the speculation on the table and sat down next to Qingqing. Then she took Qingqing's hand and put the fork in her hand: "eat slowly, be careful of choking."

Qingqing let out a sound, but he didn't do that in his hand. He stuffed his mouth one by one, and his cheek was so cute.

An Jingcheng smiles, takes a spoon and eats it slowly, which is in sharp contrast to the Qingqing who gobbles it up.

Twenty minutes later, Qingqing finally had enough to eat. She was also interested in the gossip, so she asked an Jingcheng, "an Jingcheng, do you know why this wedding banquet is so urgent?"

An Jingcheng took out a paper towel and gently wiped Qingqing's mouth: "what do you hear?"

Qingqing nodded, grabbed the tissue in an Jingcheng's hand and said, "I heard them say fan Yajing is pregnant."

An Jingcheng flicked his head. "It's nothing like that. If he does, he should get married directly instead of getting engaged."

Qingqing thought about it and thought that an Jingcheng's words were right. She continued to ask, "did muyunfan and fan Yajing get caught by their parents in the hotel?"

An Jingcheng pulls Qingqing into his side, with some vinegar in his words: "why do you care so much about their affairs, so idle, it's better to consider the two of us."

Qingqing vomits her tongue and shakes an Jingcheng's arm: "just tell me, they are my friends. Shouldn't they care about them?"

An Jingcheng reluctantly clenched Qingqing's hand with his backhand and said, "it's true. They were designed and seen by many people. For the sake of fan Yajing's reputation, the fan family held such an urgent and luxurious engagement banquet."

Qingqing's eyes widened. I didn't expect that they were all real. But who designed them and what's the purpose?

"Who designed them? It can't be you, can it? " Qingqing didn't understand who would do this, so she made a bold assumption. After all, an Jingcheng is very tasty to Qingqing.

"What do you think? Just muyunfan, I don't care to count him

Qingqing looked at him suspiciously: "is it really not you?"

An Jingcheng pinched her cheek: "it's really not me. Don't think about it."

Qingqing frowned and asked, "who calculated them?"

An Jingcheng: "I don't know. Isn't it a good ending? It's better for two people to grow up than to spend the rest of their lives with a stranger just for the sake of family marriage. "

An Jingcheng is right, but Qingqing still thinks that there should be something else in it. An Jingcheng knows, but she doesn't tell her.

"I don't believe you don't know."

An Jingcheng smiles, looks at muyunfan and fan Yajing, and then looks at Qingqing. The idea of getting married becomes stronger in her heart.