shine on her star

He shook his head, forcing himself to wake up.

It wasn't until the sight gradually became clear that He Jiyang recognized that the person outside taking pictures of the window was Ren Qian.

He froze for a moment, then rolled down the window: "Why are you here?"

Ren Qian lifted the big bag of clothes in her hand: "The actor teacher of the crew asked me to come over and get some clothes, by the way, why did you fall asleep here?"

Although he was ill, He Jiyang's IQ was still online.

As soon as he heard the words "actor teacher of the crew", he guessed that it was Qin Qing who did it.

Needless to say, the so-called "substitute driver" must be Ren Qian.

He Jiyang pursed his lips.

Why does this aunt always like to do this kind of thing?
He Jiyang tried his best to answer her words: "My family lives here."

Now it was Ren Qian's turn to be surprised: "Huh? This is your home?"

After knowing each other for so long, she didn't seem to have asked where He Jiyang lived.

While speaking, Ren Qian noticed that his expression was not right.

His naturally cold fair complexion didn't even have any blood at this moment. He frowned, his eyes were dull, and there was faint sweat on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Ren Qian was a little worried.

This appearance must be sick.

He Jiyang took a breath: "It's okay, I have a little fever."

Ren Qian reached into the car window and touched his forehead.

It's really hot.

"You have a fever and you are still sleeping in the car, are you going to kill yourself?"

He Jiyang glanced at her, then lowered his eyes.

Why do I sleep in the car, I have to ask my good aunt.

Ren Qian knocked on the car door: "Okay, get out of the car quickly, and I'll take you back."

After saying this, she muttered again: "Really, such a big person doesn't know the danger of sleeping in a car..."

Seeing him not moving, Ren Qian knocked on the car door again in an unladylike way: "Hurry up, why are you still standing there?"

He Jiyang obediently opened the car door and got out of the car.

Ren Qian subconsciously wanted to help him, but when she just stretched out her hand, she realized that men and women were different, so her hand froze in mid-air for a few seconds, then retracted: "You, can you go?"

He Jiyang was silent for two seconds: "No."

Ren Qian: ...

Fine.

In special times, there is no difference between men and women.

She took He Jiyang's hand directly, and closed the car door again with her unladylike foot: "Lock the car, and I'll take you home."

His palms were hot and he looked seriously ill.

Leading him into the elevator, Ren Qian asked, "Which floor is your house on?"

He Jiyang's voice was muffled: "The sixth floor."

After finishing the words, Ren Qian pressed the number key six.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened.

He Jiyang stepped out of the elevator first, and when he reached the door, he raised his hand and began to press the password.

818128.

Ren Qian only noticed the two "28" at the back, completely unaware that the "818" in front was her birthday.

August [-].

After entering the door, she helped He Jiyang into the bedroom, watched him lie down, asked where the kitchen was, and poured a glass of warm water in.

"Have you taken any medicine?" Ren Qian asked.

He Jiyang lay obediently on the bed, covered tightly with the quilt: "I haven't eaten yet."

Now, Ren Qian understood.

It turned out that he just wanted to go out to buy something to eat.

"Then what do you want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

He Jiyang thought for a while: "Don't bother."

Hearing this, Ren Qian snorted: "If you don't bother, you'll be troubled. Besides, we've known each other for such a long time, so it's okay for such a small matter."