shine on her star

Ren Qian thought that every time she came home from an injury, her father would not look good.

"I told you not to do this job, but you still want to do it. You deserve it for making yourself like this!"

Although the words are not pleasant to listen to, Dad bought those traumatic medicines and band-aids in the room from the pharmacy.

All the best brands.

She knows that her father loves her very much, but a man of that age always likes to hide the truth in his heart.

Direct communication is impossible, but as a family, how can you really care about it?
Unlike this Ren Guotai, scumbag!

Thinking of this, Ren Qian's eyes turned red.

She wants to go home, she misses her parents.

He Jiyang could naturally feel her depression.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

Ren Qian shook her head: "Nothing."

He thought she regretted it: "If you want to go back, just admit your mistake to your father and continue the engagement. I think he will forgive you."

His tone was cold, with a taste of "I'm in a bad mood right now".

Ren Qian sniffed: "Who says you have to admit your mistake to him, I won't admit it."

He Jiyang frowned slightly: "Then why are you sad?"

Ren Qian said stiffly: "Whoever is sad, you are sad."

After the words fell, a white light flashed in front of her eyes, followed by a slight "click".

He Jiyang was facing her with his mobile phone.

"Look for yourself," he turned the phone screen over, "this face is short of the words I want to cry carved on the forehead."

Ren Qian: ...

This man is really, venomous and black-bellied!

"What do you know, I'm looking for emotions, and I plan to try out a play."

"Have you received the script?"

"No."

At this point, the hot milk is on the table.

He Jiyang pushed the cup over: "Then what play are you trying?"

Ren Qian picked it up and took a sip: "Tomorrow, I have an appointment with my agent. Now that I've entered this industry, I should do my best. At least I have to be worthy of my face, right?"

"You're quite narcissistic." He Jiyang took over the sugar-free Coke that Ren Qian originally ordered.

He touched the glass, it was cold.

Fortunately, she was not allowed to drink.

It is not good for girls to drink ice all the time.

Ren Qian suddenly put down her glass and looked at He Jiyang intently: "Hey, Professor He, can I ask you a question?"

She looked very directly and boldly. She just stared straight at it and didn't move away for a long time.

He Jiyang coughed lightly, and unconsciously avoided her eyes: "You ask."

The voice is a little hoarse.

"I found that you didn't seem to have a good word when you spoke to me. Is it because you think I'm a particularly bad person, or is it the same way you treat other people?"

Is this the question she was asking?
He Jiyang met her gaze again: "Do you think I haven't said anything nice to you?"

Ren Qian curled her lips: "Then what?"

Picky eaters, sad, narcissistic, can you tell me which one is good?

The girl in front of her blinked her eyes again and again, with an innocent expression on her face.

Like a bunny.

He Jiyang admitted his failure, and his tone softened: "You look pretty good."

Ren Qian said with disgust: "You said this very reluctantly."

He Jiyang: ...

So I have to swear.

Ren Qian waved her hand generously: "Forget it, I don't care about you, what else?"

He Jiyang was stunned.

After thinking for a few seconds, he understood.

"You are not picky eaters."

"You are not sad."

Ren Qian smiled with crooked eyebrows.

She already had a face that Yangou would fall in love with at first sight, with such a smile, she was obedient and cute.