The businesswoman counterattack: the prince is obediently pressed by me

Chapter 247 Unintentionally (3)

"Who?" Qing Di looked at Shang Bian, waiting for her answer.

Shang Bian said, "Qin Shu."

"Qin Shu has something to do with South Africa?" Qing Di frowned, unable to figure out how the two would be related.

"I don't know about that." Shang Yan sat back and continued to drink tea, "Why is it so slow, the food hasn't been served yet."

"Hurry them up to serve the food." Qing Di was still wondering why the two got together.

Shang Yan waved his hand to call for Xiao Er, telling him to urge the kitchen to prepare the food quickly, but he didn't notice Qing Di's subtle expression.

When all the dishes were served, Shang Jian held his chopsticks and took a bite first, which touched the taste buds, and the feeling of enjoyment suddenly hit, making Shang Jian squint his eyes, "This new dish is really good."

Qing Di slowly picked up the chopsticks, twisted the chopsticks on the dish that Shang Mian had made just now, put it in his mouth and chewed it lightly, thinking about that thing in his mind, he didn't even hear Shang Mian call him .

Shang Yan shook his arm, "What are you thinking about so preoccupied?"

Qing Di came back to his senses and looked at Shang Yan, and said, "It's nothing."

Shang Bian didn't believe this, and said, "Who are you kidding? Your expression doesn't mean that."

Qing Di's expression froze, and he laughed again: "I'm wondering what kind of conspiracy Nan Nan Li and Qin Shu have in meeting here."

"I'm thinking about it too." Shang Min quickly replied, "To tell you the truth, this is why I asked you here this time."

Qing Di looked at her puzzled, what does this mean.

"Earlier, I got the news that the two of them will meet here today." Shang Yan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and twirled his chopsticks again.This dish is really delicious, I will bring Yun'er to try it next time.

It's a pity that things are unpredictable in the world, and Shang Yan didn't think about the next time, but it was a long time later, when she came back from a foreign country, and she sat with Yun'er in this heavenly pavilion to taste that dish.

"Where did you get the news? It's so accurate." Qing Di couldn't help but asked in surprise, such accurate news made him want to buy some news from that person.

"It's a fortune teller." Shang Jian said leisurely.

"Why haven't I heard of magic fortune telling?"

"It's the one on West Street, squatting under the pillars at the corner of the street and talking about it every day." Shang Yan tried his best to explain to him.

"I have an impression..." Qing Di had an impression, he always thought that the man was a lunatic, who was always pulling people on the street to tell his fortune, but it turned out that he really was a fortune teller.

Shang Bian nodded, with his mouth full of food, "He is very good at fortune-telling."

Qing Di looked embarrassed, a man in ragged clothes told him that the man was not good at fortune-telling, who would believe it!If the calculation is accurate, how could he still live on the streets and start a side job of begging.

"You don't believe it?" Shang Yan finally swallowed the food in his mouth.

"No..." How could Qing Di believe this?
Shang Bian knew what he was thinking, when she met the fortune teller for the first time, she had the same expression. If a beggar said he was a fortune teller, then someone would believe him.But since that bloody disaster, Shang Bian believed it, and he believed it so much.

Now I have to go to him every now and then to figure it out, and sometimes to ask him for information, after all, beggars are also responsible for collecting information.

After a long time, Shang Yan also understood that the man was not really poor, but did it on purpose.Shang Yan went so many times, and he was given a lot of money, but he still looked unkempt.

Maybe he's a hermit.Shang Bian thought so in his heart.

"If you don't believe it, you can go to him to figure it out when you have time, and you will believe it when the time comes."

　Is all unintentional really unintentional?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)