shine on her star

He Jiyang took a look: "Are you going to have supper later?"

Ren Qian shook her head: "Why do you ask that?"

He Jiyang's tone was flat: "If you eat so little, you'll be hungry at night."

Hey!
This guy is really interesting.

If I eat too much, I think I don’t have the awareness of body management, and if I eat too little, I’m afraid I’ll be hungry. I’ve already told you what I dare to say, so what shall I say?
Ren Qian wrinkled the tip of her nose: "You're talking about body management."

He Jiyang raised his eyelids lazily: "That didn't make you starve yourself."

He put the menu on the table and tapped his fingers a few times.

Only then did Ren Qian notice that his hands were beautiful.

The fingers are slender, the skin is fair, and even a bulge on the wrist is delicate and just right.

This person, it's a pity to be a professor, he should enter the entertainment industry to give benefits to the majority of Yangou.

Not at all.

His expression management ability is too poor, and he often has a straight face. He is not qualified to be an actor or an idol.

At this time, He Jiyang's cold voice came: "This, and this, and this, and this, so much, I ate them all."

Ren Qian blinked her eyes.

She picked up the menu he had just scratched and looked at it.

One serving of beef, one serving of purple cabbage and one serving of hard-boiled eggs have been added.

He Jiyang said: "Give me the egg yolk if you don't eat it."

Ren Qian was stunned: "How do you know that I don't eat egg yolks?"

He Jiyang froze when he held the pen.

He glanced at Ren Qian out of the corner of his eye, then turned his face away: "Miss Qianjin like you raised in a wealthy family should be very picky."

Ren Qian:! ! ! ! !
Can you speak? What do you mean by being picky eaters?
She does not eat onion, ginger, garlic, coriander, eggplant, carrot, fish with spines, seafood without shell, animal offal, egg yolk and melon seeds.

Can this be called picky eating?
Forget it, don't bother with him.

When he was not paying attention, Ren Qian stuck out her tongue in dissatisfaction.

After ordering, He Jiyang handed over the menu to the waiter and ordered a cup of hot milk at the same time.

Ren Qian thought to herself, this person is quite healthy, and he actually drinks milk for dinner.

Unexpectedly, such an impression was formed in her mind, and she heard He Jiyang say: "Drink the milk later."

Ren Qian:! ! ! ! !
The milk is for me?

"But I ordered a drink," she said.

"I saw it." He Jiyang picked up the phone expressionlessly, unlocked it, and slid his finger on the screen again and again, "Drink less sugar-free cola."

Ren Qian: ...

It's really harder than my dad.

father……

Ren Qian's expression suddenly darkened.

She thought of her parents.

Dad is a very strict person, a bit old-fashioned and a bit feudal.

But my mother is a very gentle person, always smiling, and accepts all her coquetry and shame in daily life.

When she graduated, Ren Qian had a fight with her father.

for work.

What Dad means is that girls always want to get married and have children, and just find an ordinary job with a stable income.

But she doesn't want to.

She wanted to go for a break.

Participated in two drafts, but didn't make it to the finals, because no one won, so I was mediocre, so I could only look for opportunities near the film and television city.

I don't know if she was lucky or unlucky, but in the end she was chosen as a stuntman.

In the episodes, it is definitely not possible to shoot the frontal face, and in those fighting scenes, horse riding, hanging Wia, etc., she is on stage.

He suffers more than others, suffers more than others, but earns only one ten-millionth or one-hundredth of a billionth of that of a regular actor.