shine on her star

After the words fell, a voice came from a distance: "Jingjing! Jingjing!"

Xu Jingjing seemed to be very afraid of hearing her name, and she was shrinking back in horror at this moment.

As if this can shrink yourself smaller and smaller.

Ms. Lu and Mr. Xu rushed over.

Behind them was He Jiyang.

Only when someone approached did Ren Qian dare to let go.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she let go of her hand, Xu Jingjing became emotional.

"Ah, let me go, let me go, don't catch me!"

"I'm not running anymore, I'm never going to run again."

"I am obedient, I will give birth to the child, don't treat me like this!"

"Don't worry, I won't say it, I definitely won't say it, I just want a child!"

"Give me back the child, Dad, Mom..."

Ms. Lu couldn't help crying: "It's my mother who hurt you, and I who hurt you. If I knew this was the case, I wouldn't have let you get married back then. You bastard, that bastard!"

At this moment, Mr. Xu is much calmer than before.

He wiped away the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and stepped forward: "Mr. He, and this lady... I'm so sorry, I'm going to trouble you for the New Year's Eve. I wanted to invite you to sit at home, but Jingjing This look..."

As he spoke, tears came out again.

He Jiyang nodded: "It doesn't matter, as long as someone finds it, everything will be fine, and we can rest assured."

Ms. Lu put her arms around Xu Jingjing: "Thank you both very much."

He Jiyang glanced at Ren Qian.

The little girl was wearing a thin sweater at the moment, and the padded jacket that was originally wrapped around her was now being put on Xu Jingjing crookedly.

She said: "You're welcome, go home quickly, Jingjing doesn't wear shoes, it's cold on the ground."

Ms. Lu had noticed the clothes a long time ago: "Then this... ouch, it's all dirty, this one..."

She glanced at He Jiyang.

He Jiyang understood what it meant: "Her surname is Ren."

"Oh, Miss Ren," Ms. Lu said with an apologetic expression, "Look at the clothes, they are all dirty. In this way, I can send them to the dry cleaner tomorrow for washing. Can I return them to you after they are cleaned? I'm sorry at night……"

"Okay, it's okay," Ren Qian nodded, "Go back quickly, it's cold, I'll get in the car later, it doesn't matter for a while."

Watching the family of three leave, Ren Qian let out a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a warm feeling enveloped her behind her.

Looking sideways, He Jiyang took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ren Qian moved her shoulders, and when the clothes slipped off, she reached out to catch them, "I'm not cold, you wear them, look, I'm fat now, and I have fat on my body, which can keep out the cold."

I don't know if the sky is going to oppose her, but just after I finished speaking, a gust of wind blew past.

Ren Qian's nose was itchy, she couldn't control it, and sneezed.

She rubbed the tip of her nose and explained, "It's just that the nose is itchy, not because I feel cold!"

"Wear it," He Jiyang put his coat on her again, "If you catch a cold, I have to take you to the hospital, what a bother."

Ren Qian: ...

This man is really...

You should accept the beatings from society.

However, when he turned around, an imperceptible smile appeared on He Jiyang's face.

His little girl is really kind.

After walking a few steps forward, he found that Ren Qian hadn't followed.

Turning around, she saw that she was still standing there.

"Aren't you going?"

Ren Qian didn't know what she was looking at, but when she heard the voice, she reluctantly looked away.

When she got closer, she said, "I want to drink milk tea."

What I was looking at just now was the signboard of the milk tea shop.

Unfortunately, on New Year's Eve, it was closed.

He Jiyang: ...

What is it like to like a foodie?
It is to be ready to cook for her anytime, anywhere.

"Let's go," he said, "back to your house, I'll make you milk tea."

Ren Qian's eyes lit up: "Really?"

He Jiyang said lazily: "If you don't leave, you won't have anything to drink."

Ren Qian trotted to keep up: "Wait for me!"