Feng Jing woke up on the big bed in the hotel.
When he turned off the alarm on his phone, it was exactly six o 'clock.
After two seconds of dizziness, Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his hands and feet.
"…" Everything was exactly the same as before he fell asleep, except for the slight pain in the back of his head.
He exhaled and lay back on the pillow.
It was just a dream.
He inexplicably thought of the woman's slender neck and her beautiful collarbone in his dream.
No, no, no, he was not that kind of person. It was just that this woman was too much of a match for his aesthetic standards, so … he created such a woman for himself in his dream?
… He began to seriously consider whether he should find a partner.
The door was suddenly pushed open. Feng Jing glanced at the door and saw that it was his assistant.
"Mi Dian," he called lazily and sat up while rubbing his hair. Michel was his assistant. Her surname was Mi and her name was Chinese. Not to mention why a Chinese would have a foreign name, just the name "Mi Dian" made him want to eat it every time he said it.
"Mi Dian, I had a very strange dream last night. I dreamed that I became a dog," Feng Jing said to Michel as he changed his clothes.
Michel stood at the door and stared at him with a complicated expression. Feng Jing put on his shirt and looked at her strangely. "What's wrong?"
Michel quickly walked forward and opened the phone that she was holding tightly. She handed it to him. "You didn't have a dream. You just became a dog!"
Feng Jing was stunned for a moment and was quickly attracted by the video on the phone. The video was obviously recorded last night. He was still wearing the pajamas. But in the video, he was running on his hands and feet and barking non-stop. He looked like … a retard.
Feng Jing: "…"
He must still be asleep.
"I know that in your acting class, there's a lesson called 'Liberating Your Nature', but you … you've liberated yourself too thoroughly!" Recalling the scene last night, Michel still had lingering fears. "You seemed to have lost your mind. I couldn't communicate with you at all. In the end, I had to knock you out to make you stop."
"…" Feng Jing looked up at him. "No wonder I felt a little pain at the back of my head. So it was you who hit it?"
"I, I have no other choice!" Michel still felt guilty about knocking the boss out. "If I let you go on like this, what if you attract other people in the hotel? Luckily, I was the only one who saw it! "
Feng Jing pursed his thin lips as he pondered over this bizarre matter. Now, the most scientific explanation was that he had become a dog in his dream, and he had acted out the behavior in his dream.
However, he had never sleepwalked before.
Seeing that he did not intend to pursue the matter of knocking him out, Michel secretly heaved a sigh of relief. "Feng Zong, have you been under too much pressure recently? I know that after you won the Best Actor Award, some of Heavenly King Mo's fans were a little extreme. Why don't you stop going online for the time being? "
Feng Jing nodded slowly. "Okay …"
Seeing that he was distracted, Michel was even more worried. "I'll report this matter to Qin Dong now."
Feng Jing immediately came back to his senses. "It's okay. I was just too engrossed in the filming. You don't have to report such a small matter to Qin Fan."
"No." Michelle shook her head firmly. "When we left, Chairman Qin specifically told us to report everything about you to him, no matter how big or small."
Feng Jing: "…"
Qin Fan had so many artists under him. Where did he find the time to care so much about him?
He put his hand on Michel's shoulder and smiled at him. "Michel, I hope you can understand that I am your direct superior."
"… But, but my salary is paid by Qin Dong." Michel was not afraid of force and stood his ground.
Feng Jing tightened his grip and his smile deepened. "But I'm the one who will decide whether to continue paying you or not. What do you think? "
"…" Michel swallowed. "I think you are right."
"Very good." Feng Jing let go of his shoulder and continued to change.
Michel let out a sigh of relief. Movie King Feng's aura was too strong.
After breakfast at the hotel, Michel drove Feng Jing to the filming location. Today's filming was taking place in the ancient castle. Feng Jing also had to change into vampire makeup.
The makeup artist was still the girl from yesterday. When she was putting on the vampire's fake teeth for Feng Jing, her hands were shaking with excitement. Michel watched from the side with fear. "Xiao Xu, be careful. Don't shake your hands!"
"Oh, oh, oh, I will try my best!"
Michel: "…"
After Feng Jing's fangs were done, Zhu Shuyan also came to the set. When she saw Feng Jing, she was stunned by his makeup. This man was really handsome and sexy. His facial features were perfect. No wonder fans always compared him to Mo Zhen. But after what happened last night, she couldn't help but feel awkward. Feng Jing acted as if nothing had happened and even greeted her politely. "Miss Zhu, good morning. Why were you looking for me last night? We can talk now. "
Zhu Shuyan: "…"
Was he doing it on purpose?
The makeup artist and Michel immediately pricked up their ears. Zhu Shuyan went to look for Feng Jing last night?
Zhu Shuyan saw their little movements. She pursed her red lips and smiled at Feng Jing. "It's nothing. I was just too immersed in my role last night. I was a little scared to be alone in the hotel room."
"I see. You can listen to some music or drink a cup of warm milk to ease your emotions."
"Okay, thank you." Zhu Shuyan forced a smile and walked to the side to put on her makeup.
Michel went up to Feng Jing and asked him in a low voice, "Zhu Shuyan came to look for you last night?"
"Yes."
"And then?"
"I didn't open the door for her."
"…" Michel was silent for a while. She wondered if she should report this to Qin Dong. "I don't think it's appropriate for you to ask this. So many people are listening."
Feng Jing said, "I don't know if it's appropriate, but I know that she won't come to look for me again."
Michel: "…"
Movie King Feng's tricks were really deep.
Because the advertisement was about vampires, most of the filming took place at night. It was already eleven o 'clock when the crew wrapped up. After Feng Jing removed his makeup, he went straight back to the hotel. He didn't check Weibo today. After taking a shower, he lay down on the bed. He even drank a cup of warm milk.
This way, he wouldn't have any strange dreams.
Sleepiness quickly overtook Feng Jing. He closed his eyes groggily. A woman's sudden scream pulled him out of his sleep.
… What was going on?
He frowned and opened his eyes. Then, the corners of his eyes twitched.
He was here again. He was in the same living room as yesterday! He hadn't even checked Weibo. Why did he still have this dream?
This time, he wasn't lying on the bed in the living room. Instead, he was curled up on the sofa. The LCD TV not far away was playing a movie.
"Ah!" A figure suddenly appeared on the screen. The person behind him cried out softly.
Feng Jing turned around. It was indeed the face of the woman from yesterday.
There was probably another scary scene on the TV. The woman's hands hugged him even tighter. His back was pressed against something soft.
Feng Jing: "…"
"Tong Tong."
This voice attracted Feng Jing's attention. He turned his head toward the TV again. As expected, he saw Mo Zhen's face.
This was a movie that Mo Zhen was starring in, "School of the Afterlife." According to rumors, he had purposely taken on this theme to achieve a breakthrough. Feng Jing watched it for a while. Even though the movie was black and white in his eyes, it didn't stop him from observing Mo Zhen's acting.
Unlike him, who had been trained in acting, Mo Zhen had debuted when he was sixteen. Naturally, he hadn't received any professional training. His acting skills were basically honed through actual combat. It had to be said that he was a very talented actor.
Some people in the world were born for the stage.
The creepy background music played in the room. The movie tried its best to create a scary atmosphere. The emotions of the woman behind him were soon affected by the movie. She hugged him tightly in her arms. The softness of her body was even more vivid. The strands of hair that gave off the aroma of green oranges did everything they could to stimulate his nerves.
"…" He was a normal man. Even though he had turned into a dog in his dream, he was still a normal dog.
To prevent himself from reacting that he shouldn't, Feng Jing started to struggle in her arms.
"Don't move, Gou Dan." The woman pinched him with dissatisfaction.
Feng Jing: "…"
Wasn't he Er Huang yesterday? How come he's Gou Dan today?
Women sure are fickle.
However, it was imperative to escape from her arms as soon as possible, so Feng Jing struggled even harder.
"Woof!" With a sudden push, he jumped out of her arms. The woman looked at him and frowned. "Why are you running? The movie is almost over. I don't dare watch it alone."
Feng Jing: "…"
Then go to bed early. Is it exciting to watch a horror movie alone at home in the middle of the night?
Well, it seems a little exciting.
However, he couldn't accompany her. He just wanted to wake up from the dream as soon as possible.
Seeing that he was lying there motionless with his eyes closed, the woman curled her lips. She took a cushion beside her and hugged it in her arms.
Feng Jing fell asleep again. When he opened his eyes again, he was still awakened by the alarm clock he set at six o 'clock sharp.
Looking at the ceiling of the hotel room, Feng Jing's expression was a little obscure.
Why did he have this strange dream for two days in a row? Was it to give him some indication? Then shouldn't he find someone to interpret his dream for him?
"Feng Zong, are you awake?" Michel knocked on the door and walked in. Feng Jing sat on the small sofa in front of the window and looked at her without saying anything. Michel sat down opposite him and asked him, "Did you dream that you became a dog again last night?"
Feng Jing pursed his thin lips. "What did you record this time?"
Michel turned on the phone and handed it to him.
It was a new video. In his pajamas, he first ran on his hands and feet for a while like the day before, then squatted on the sofa and scratched himself.
"Last night was better than the night before. I coaxed you to sleep. I stayed here until you fell asleep."
Feng Jing didn't look very good. He threw the phone back to Michel and leaned on the sofa.
What the hell was going on?
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