Xue Xueer is busy upstairs, looking for a dress and preparing a suit for Ouyang Qing'an.

Looking at her busy figure, Ouyang Qing'an's mouth turned up calmly.

She didn't take Yang Songshu to heart at all. She just regarded him as an ordinary friend, which was very good.

Their world doesn't need outsiders.

Before long, Xue Xueer was ready.

"Qing'an, what do you think of this fishtail skirt? Mine is blue. I'll match you with this lake blue. We just fit together as lovers."

"Very good."

Ouyang Qing'an got up, walked to her and took her hand.

"We dress so well that the people at the engagement party will only look at us, regardless of the bride and groom."

"Poor mouth, we won't steal their limelight."

Xue Xueer nodded the tip of his nose and put the skirt on his arm.

"Take it for me. I'll look for other jewelry."

She then went to look for the wardrobe. Ouyang Qing'an had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and watch her leave.

Just, if you can't stop her, don't stop it.

What Xue Xueer doesn't know is that Ouyang Qingan is secretly happy in his heart. He has no rival in love.

In the blink of an eye, it's the weekend.

Today is the engagement banquet for Yang Songshu and Xiaodie. Xue Xueer and Ouyang Qingan went by car. As soon as they got off the bus, they received a warm welcome from them.

Xiaodie blinked and smiled pleasantly.

"Designer Xue, I thought you weren't coming. Wow, it's so happy."

"You've invited me. Naturally, I'm coming."

Xue Xueer smiled and pointed to Ouyang Qing'an around her.

"He is my husband, Ouyang Qing'an."

"Hello, President Ouyang."

Xiaodie was obviously nervous about Ouyang Qing'an, but just because of the oppression of her identity, she immediately smiled and said to Xue Xueer, "designer Xue, sit there and let's meet the guests."

"You go and be busy. Don't take care of me."

Xue Xueer agreed and watched Yang Songshu take Xiaodie away.

Xiaodie always holds Yang Songshu's arm and looks very dependent on him. Xue Xueer's smile deepens a little and puts her head on Ouyang Qing'an's shoulder.

"It seems that he has found his own happiness. Look, how much Xiaodie depends on him."

"Yes."

Ouyang Qing'an didn't comment and snorted.

Just find happiness and save yourself pestering Xue Xueer all day.

Xue Xueer seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, but she shook her head helplessly.

This one is very careful.

After attending the engagement banquet, Ouyang Qing'an returned home with Xue Xueer.

Without one rival, he was naturally happy, but when he heard the news reported by Lin Qin, he was even happier.

"President, Ms. Qin min seems to be busy introducing objects to Fang Ruichen and still dating him, but she doesn't have any good girl resources in her hand, and Fang Ruichen doesn't like it."

Blind date, good thing.

Ouyang Qing'an coughed softly when he thought of Fang Ruichen, a headache rival.

"Well, you can introduce some of those celebrities to her."

He knows a lot of celebrities, all of whom are well-known girls. In terms of identity, Ruichen is more than enough. He doesn't know how many times more than Qin min's resources.

Hearing Ouyang Qingan's words, Lin Qin naturally understood.

"Yes, the president can rest assured."

He is sure to do it well.

After hanging up the phone, Ouyang Qing'an smiled again at the darkening mobile phone screen.

It seems that there will be one less rival in love.

He's not jealous, he's kind!

On Tuesday morning, Fang Ruichen received another call from Qin min.

"Ruichen, my aunt is also good for you. Where are you so old and single? Look at the photos my aunt sent you. Aren't they all beautiful girls?"

"Aunt, don't tell me this."

Fang Ruichen rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"I don't want to go on a blind date. Take all your girls. I won't go."

"But those girls are very good."

Qin min obviously didn't listen to him and was still talking. Fang Ruichen narrowed his eyes.

"Aunt, where did you come from?"

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