stand-in model

"I just joined the crew, and I saw the young master of the Yang family lying on a shelf and being carried out. You did not take it lightly."

Rong Sheng walked around the spot a few times, pretending to be very angry and wanted to reprimand him.

But if you ask yourself, did you get angry just now?Rong Sheng is not angry. When he came in, he heard Jiang Liang and Yang Shang fighting. The first thing he did was to find Jiang Liang to confirm whether he was injured, instead of asking why he beat Yang Shang.

Probably because he felt sorry for his similarity with Su Ziru, Rong Sheng found a reasonable excuse for his strange inner activities.

"Young master of the Yang family..." Jiang Liang murmured, and his vision became more and more blurred.He had a sliver of clarity, knowing that he would not be able to hold on any longer, so he recited "Lu Zelin..."

"What did you say?" Rong Sheng couldn't help but put his hands on his hips when he heard the words Lu Zelin, half of his face was buried in the fluff of the brim of his down jacket, and his red phoenix eyes narrowed slightly to Jiang Liang who was leaning on the seat sideways, like It is preparing for some kind of storm.

This made Rong Sheng a little annoyed, how many concubines did Jiang Liang have!He was still called Lu Zelin right in front of him.Is it not enough?

Jiang Liang shook his head, trying to explain, but his eyelids were extremely heavy.

Rong Sheng himself hurriedly turned around on the spot a few times, but didn't hear Jiang Liang's answer, turned around and planned to point to Jiang Liang's forehead to question, but when he saw Jiang Liang's closed eyes, he felt as if suddenly The dynamite that had been muted, forcefully swallowed the gas in his stomach.

"Jiang Liang." Rong Sheng frowned, and there was an unclear light in his eyes.Is this asleep?

He approached, bent down and observed Jiang Liang's face at close range, trying to see when this person would stop pretending.It's just... He stared at it for a long time, but Jiang Liang's upturned eyelashes flickered.So she was really asleep? !

Rong Sheng called out again tentatively, but Jiang Liang still didn't wake up, and didn't even whisper a word in his dream.

He frowned lightly, looked around, and finally took out a blanket from the side cabinet and wrapped it around Jiang Liang.

A burst of hasty footsteps sounded beside the tent, and the overall sound was disorganized.Seeing Jiang Liang's brows furrowed together, Rong Sheng subconsciously looked towards the door.

The heavy curtain of the tent was lifted from behind, and the light fell on the bodies of the few people who came in.Lu Zelin, who was wearing a white coat and carrying a medicine box, led the way, followed by Wu Yu with sweat on his forehead, and Henry Zhang who came after hearing the news.

Rong Sheng looked at Henry Zhang and Wu Yu, a little puzzled why he called Lu Zelin over.

But soon he saw Henry Zhang shaking his head, it wasn't him and Wu Yu who called him, it was Jiang Liang who called him.

What the hell does Jiang Liang want to do.

Lu Zelin, who was very familiar with Jiang Liang's condition, entered the tent, searched for Jiang Liang behind Rong Sheng, and walked up to him with big strides.

"Why?" Rong Sheng asked with some displeasure as he turned sideways to block Lu Zelin who was approaching.

"Let me go, I need to check on Jiang Liang's situation. If something goes wrong, you can't take responsibility." Lu Zelin's glasses were shining, and he and Rong Sheng were shoulder-to-shoulder, looking like they were going to be in a stalemate.

Rong Sheng took a look at Lu Zelin, and finally stepped aside with a chuckle, standing on Jiang Liang's right hand side.

Lu Zelin put down the medical kit, knelt on one knee and squatted on Jiang Liang's left hand side, and didn't have time to worry about whether he would drop his white coat on the ground or get it off.He tentatively called Jiang Liang a few times, and after receiving no response, he hurriedly took out a temperature gun from the medical box and tapped Jiang Liang's forehead, which was 38.2 degrees Celsius.I have a fever.

The screen of the body temperature gun was within the visual range of Rong Sheng and Lu Zelin, so when he saw these three numbers, Rong Sheng realized that Jiang Liang's lips were burnt and peeling.

Without hesitation, Lu Zelin packed up his things and sighed and called Wu Yurang to help carry the medical kit. He wanted to carry Jiang Liang to the clinic for treatment.This is another consequence of an episode of mental illness—a high fever.

"I hug him, he is my boyfriend." Rong Sheng pushed away Lu Zelin, who was very obtrusive and was about to hug Jiang Liang, and raised his chin to signal Wu Yu to hand the medical kit in his hand to the "stranger" who was empty-handed.He took off the long down jacket on his body, opened the thin blanket, and wrapped himself around the person.

Probably because of the fever, Jiang Liang's cheeks were pale pink, her thin lips were slightly parted, and she was wrapped in a pure white down jacket like a sleeping rice cake spirit.

Rong Sheng grabbed Jiang Liang's leg with one hand, and the other hand passed through Jiang Liang's back to hold his shoulder.

The person in his arms simply buried his hot cheeks on Rong Sheng's warm chest, breathing softly.Jiang Liang is not heavy at all, and her body frame is small, so she doesn't look like a 1.8-meter person in her arms, but like a child who can only snuggle up in the arms of an adult.

Rong Sheng carried Jiang Liang out of the tent first, followed by Lu Zelin and Wu Yu.

"Rong Sheng." The person buried in his chest suddenly made a muffled sound, as if he was uncomfortable being held by Rong Sheng, and it seemed that his eyes were stabbed by the sudden sunlight.

"What's wrong?" Rong Sheng lowered his head and asked while holding Jiang Liang out of the set.

Jiang Liang shrank her neck, then shrank herself into Rong Sheng's arms, and said softly, "I seem to have made a mistake."

"Yang Shang?" Rong Sheng asked, and turned Jiang Liang up again.Prevent the wind from getting into the down jacket wrapped in ginger cool.

The feverish person nodded invisibly, and wrinkled slightly with the red tip of his nose.

It seemed that he was really annoyed that he shouldn't fight.