Seeing Chu Siqi walking away, the boys from Chengnan High School looked at each other and shouted, “I don’t fucking understand.”
It was okay for Qin Ziang to run away, but why did Chu Siqi also run away?
You know, Chu Banhua from the second class is famous for being arrogant and has a bad temper. How could he be so panicked because of a failed suitor?
Also, what does that look back just now mean?
Why are there so many reluctances and regrets?
“Master Sun, what do you think?”
“I think something is wrong. I must have missed the almanac when I went out today.”
“…”
Jiang Qin had no idea that he had stolen two groups of people invisibly. At this time, he had left Yang Shuan’s stall and was attending the temple fair with the young rich woman.
Looking around, there are various stalls all over the mountainside, selling snacks, Spring Festival couplets, Tang Dynasty figures, juggling, and circling, all in dazzling variety.
“Little rich woman, do you want to play with the trap?”
“Play.”
Feng Nanshu took the plastic ring handed over by the stall owner and was very excited to try it.
Ten minutes later, there were still six circles left, but half of the toy model porcelain cups in the stall were tightly covered.
“Okay, stop it. Look, the stall owner is about to cry. Let’s stop bullying others.”
Jiang Qin grabbed Feng Nanshu and stopped her from buying goods unscrupulously in other people’s stalls.
“Okay, then I won’t play anymore.”
Feng Nanshu obeyed, put down the ring in his hand, and put his hand back into Jiang Qin’s pocket.
“Brother, we don’t want any of the ones in the set. It’s not easy to do business, so we just pick two to take back as souvenirs. Please return the money to us.”
Jiang Qin said something to the stall owner, which immediately brought him back to life and burst into tears of gratitude.
In the end, the two of them got back the money they spent, and also took away the puppy toy that the little rich woman liked very much.
“What else do you want to do?”
“Jiang Qin, I’m a little hungry. I want to eat fried chicken and intestines and claw wings.” Feng Nanshu drooled a little.
Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment, wondering what could be so violent, and then he glanced in the direction she pointed: “Miss, you are wrong, it says vertically, fried belly, grilled sausage, chicken feet, chicken wings! ”