shine on her star

For the first time, He Jiyang had the feeling that "a scholar meets a soldier, and there is no reason to explain it".

The stairs leading to the underground passage are quite steep, if Ren Qian's feet are soft, she will fall easily.

"Forget it, I'll carry you on my back."

He Jiyang took her hand, and at the same time bent slightly to carry her on his back.

Ren Qian struggled with the last bit of consciousness: "You...why are you carrying me? I'm not crippled."

He Jiyang pointed to the stairs going down: "The stairs are steep, I'm afraid you may fall."

Ren Qian, who was half obedient, widened her eyes: "You are ugly, I am the number one beauty, if you call me ugly again, I will get angry!"

He Jiyang: ...

How deep is your obsession with "ugliness"?

"I don't want you to carry me!" Ren Qian refused.

He Jiyang had no choice but to say, "Then take care of yourself and don't fall."

At this moment, Ren Qian grabbed his coat, and suddenly moved her face closer: "If I fall, I will fall on you too. Who, who told you to call me ugly just now?"

If I continue to argue with her, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk through this passage tonight.

He Jiyang was forced to compromise: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I shouldn't call you ugly, I'm ugly, I'm ugly, right?"

"No!" Ren Qian's eyelids drooped, but she stared at He Jiyang with all her consciousness, "You are not sincere!"

He Jiyang:? ? ? ? ?

He even apologized because it wasn't his fault, how can he be sincere?

In the next second, Ren Qian told him how to be "sincere": "Tell me that I am the number one beauty!"

He Jiyang: ...

It's easy to coax her.

"Okay, you are the number one beauty."

Ren Qian was satisfied.

She let go of her hand and took a step forward, as if she was about to soak in a hot spring, first testing the water temperature with her toes.

When she stepped on the flat ground, she murmured, "Hey, why didn't you go downstairs?"

He Jiyang: ...

You haven't reached the stairs yet.

You shouldn't rely on her.

Since you don't want him to carry it, then lead her away.

Thinking about it, He Jiyang grabbed her hand tightly: "Follow me, slowly, and be careful not to fall."

He suddenly admired the security guard just now.

The little drunk is so capable, why didn't he make the security guard cry?
Fortunately, there were not many steps, so He Jiyang carefully led Ren Qian all the way, and walked into the underground passage safely.

After taking a few steps on the flat ground, he suddenly felt a force falling down.

Turning around, Ren Qian squatted down.

What happened to this little ancestor?
"Ren Qian, Ren Qian?"

"Ok?"

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ren Qian, who was squatting, raised her head: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

He Jiyang: ...

After working for a long time, I still have to recite it.

He tried his best to pull her up, and bent down resignedly.

This time, Ren Qian did not struggle.

Probably because she was really tired, when she lay on He Jiyang's back, her eyelids drooped.

The little girl is much heavier than before.

Fortunately, no matter how heavy she was, he could still hug her and carry her on his back.

He Jiyang walked forward step by step with Ren Qian on his back: "Why do you drink so much wine?"

The little drunk said "huh huh huh" twice: "They said don't call me ugly..."

He Jiyang: ...

All right, I'll stop talking.

She was drunk and deaf.

The little girl's head hung on his shoulder, she was drunk, her face was red, and she stuck to the skin of He Jiyang's neck.

This tortured ancestor.

Just as she was about to step up the steps, Ren Qian spoke again.

She called out weakly: "Dad..."

He Jiyang stopped walking.

dad?

So she still cares about her father?