shine on her star

After driving for about 10 minutes, Ren Qian, who had been looking out the window, suddenly turned her head: "Mr. He, why don't you tell me the address of my home."

She has a good memory, but her ability to recognize directions is poor. Knowing the exact address, she can easily take a taxi home when she goes out in the future.

He Jiyang looked straight ahead: "I don't know."

Ren Qian:? ? ? ? ?
I don't know if you still send me home?

"Then I'm going to..."

Before he finished speaking, He Jiyang's cool voice sounded: "But I know how to go."

Ren Qian: ...

If you say one sentence in a row, you will die?

The car was quiet again.

Ren Qian considers herself to be a very active person.

To put it in a more popular way, there is that social bull syndrome.

But for some reason, facing He Jiyang, it seemed that he couldn't find anything to talk about with him.

Or she had a premonition that no matter what topic she started, it would be ended by his concise "um".

In this case, it is better not to speak, so as not to spoil the fun.

What's more, I don't know him well.

A few minutes later, He Jiyang gave her a sideways glance: "Where's your phone?"

Since waking up in Xu's basement, she hasn't seen her cell phone.

Ren Qian shook her head: "I don't know where it went, I probably lost it."

Next, He Jiyang said the longest sentence so far: "You should have your home address in your online shopping software."

Hearing this, Ren Qian was a little surprised.

Gradually, a smile appeared in her eyes.

He seemed to be thinking seriously about her question.

Kind of cute.

"Ah, yes, why didn't I think of that?" Ren Qian's eyes stopped on his delicate profile, "Thank you for reminding me."

He Jiyang didn't look at her, and was silent for a few seconds, his tone was light: "Longdan Xiegan Wan."

Without waiting for Ren Qian to ask, he explained: "The autocrat is very angry."

Ren Qian: ...

He also knew that he had turned a corner to hurt her.

"You usually give lectures to students like this in class?" The doctoral tutor of University B Law School is actually a person who talks around the bush and is unreal.

After saying that, He Jiyang obviously slowed down the speed of the car.

"If you want to know, come and take a lesson in person." His eyes suddenly softened, "Remember not to be late, if you are late, you will have to stand in the corridor as punishment."

Ren Qian: ...

I don't think I said I wanted to know.

At this point, the atmosphere became cold again.

Not long after, the silver sports car passed through a carved gate, drove forward for a few minutes, and stopped at the entrance of a three-story villa.

Through the car window, Ren Qian looked at the gorgeously decorated European-style building in front of her, thinking that the hostess's family was quite rich.

Just when she was about to open the door and get off the car, He Jiyang beside her said, "Go to the sixth building."

Ren Qian:? ? ? ? ?
It means that this is not her home, but she has to go to the sixth building?

Good people have done this, why not send the Buddha directly to the West?
Ren Qian stared at his unbelievably beautiful eyes, and was about to speak when she heard a faint "hmm" from He Jiyang.

The tone is slightly raised, as if asking, why don't you get out of the car.

Forget it.

Ren Qian shook her head.

She didn't charge her fare for driving such a long distance, even if it wasn't delivered to the door, she shouldn't be picky.

Moving her lips, Ren Qian wanted to say "thank you".

Unexpectedly, before he had time to utter the word "thank you", He Jiyang spoke first.

He reported a series of numbers, and then asked: "Remember?"

Ren Qian didn't know why, but relying on her extraordinary memory, she recited it silently in her heart, then nodded: "I remember."

"My mobile phone number," He Jiyang said, "The fare is 88, plus WeChat transfer."