Jiang Ran had been very busy recently. The Chinese Valentine's Day was approaching, and the orders had increased a lot. She had to stay up all night to count the orders and send them out the next day.
She received a new message on her WeChat.
Little Sweet Potato: Honey, are you still awake?
Da Keke: No, I'm staying up all night to count the orders [cover face]
Little Sweet Potato: Oh, thank you for your hard work [cover face] Well … I want to ask if you used the 0.01 mm condom you gave me last time. Is it really unbreakable? [cover face]
Da Keke: I … didn't have the chance to use it …
Little Sweet Potato: Hahahaha, don't be discouraged. It's Chinese Valentine's Day soon. Keep it up!
Jiang Ran: "…"
Da Keke: It's been tested. The quality is guaranteed. Hurry up if you want to buy it. We sold a lot these days. There are only three boxes left [cover face]
Little Sweet Potato: … Looks like everyone is working hard. Give it to me [cover face]
Da Keke: Okay.
Jiang Ran had just hit the enter key when she heard some noise behind her. She turned around and saw that it was her family's little dog that had slipped in.
"Er Huang, didn't I tell you that this room is full of goods and you can't come in?" Jiang Ran got up and picked it up.
Feng Jing: "…"
Wait! He would see the address soon!
"Go out and play. No, go to bed early." Jiang Ran carried the dog out and closed the door.
Feng Jing: "…"
He looked at the closed door and felt so hopeless for the first time in his life.
But he wasn't a man who gave up easily. He couldn't enter this room, but there were other rooms he could enter. He wagged his tail and ran to Jiang Ran's bedroom.
There was only a bedside lamp in the master bedroom, so it wasn't very bright. There was a big closet against the wall, a bed, and a dressing table next to it. The balcony had been converted into a study. There was only a desk and a bookcase. Feng Jing walked to the bookcase and looked inside. There were many translation books and two thick Japanese dictionaries.
There was a poster of Mo Zhen on the side of the bookcase.
Feng Jing: "…"
When he saw her watching School of the Afterlife, he should have guessed that she was Mo Zhen's fan.
Feng Jing was inexplicably angry. Speaking of the grudge between him and Mo Zhen, it didn't start when he was dissed by Mo Zhen's fans. It could be traced back to when he was studying at the Film Academy.
At that time, before he graduated, his sister had submitted his resume to Kaihuang. Her reason was that she would have more opportunities to interact with Mo Zhen through him.
Heh, biological sister.
Feng Jing was very angry when he found out about this. Out of his rebellious mentality, he resolutely signed with Kaihuang's rival company — Tian Qin Entertainment.
After winning the Best Actor award, he had been attacked by Mo Zhen's fans. Now, he had seen Mo Zhen's poster in this woman's bedroom.
Why was Mo Zhen still haunting him?!
Feng Jing's brain heated up. He jumped up with a yelp and used his sharp teeth to tear off a strip of Mo Zhen's poster.
When Jiang Ran walked in, Mo Zhen's poster had been shredded into pieces.
Jiang Ran: "…"
"Gou Dan! Are you trying to rebel?! " She placed the laptop on the table and was so angry that she almost had a heart attack. "Do you know how boring my work is? Whenever I can't translate anymore, I'll look at this poster to adjust my mood! "
Feng Jing: "…"
He felt that it would be better to look at the scenery outside the window.
"I just chased you out of the storage room, and you're angry, aren't you? Your dog biscuits for tomorrow are gone! "
Hearing that his dog biscuits were gone, Feng Jing's heart didn't waver. He even wagged his tail.
Jiang Ran: "…"
What was wrong with her dog? It wasn't like this before!
"That's your favorite dog biscuit!"
Oh.
Feng Jing still looked fearless.
Jiang Ran: "…"
Heh, dog.
She cleaned up the "remains" of the poster, put on a headband, and began to wash up. Feng Jing jumped onto the bay window and watched Jiang Ran eat a bag of multivitamins. Then, she applied makeup, essence, night cream, night repair cream, and finally a lip mask on her face.
No wonder she was a shopping agent. Her life was indeed exquisite.
However, judging from her words and the books in the bookcase, being a shopping agent was only her part-time job. Her main job should be translation.
After Jiang Ran finished her skincare routine, she saw that her dog was still there. She frowned and called out, "Gou Dan."
To be honest, Feng Jing still didn't know whether this dog was called Er Huang or Gou Dan.
"Why are you still here? Go back to your kennel."
"Woof." Feng Jing barked lazily and lay still on the bay window. The bay window in Jiang Ran's master bedroom was made into tatami. It was very comfortable to lie on it. Feng Jing didn't want to go back to the kennel in the living room at all.
Jiang Ran: "…"
This wasn't her dog. Her dog was very obedient!
However, seeing that it had closed its eyes and started to doze off, Jiang Ran didn't want to disturb it again. She turned off the light, put on the eye mask, yawned, and started to sleep.
Feng Jing opened his eyes in the darkness, glanced at her, and closed his eyes again.
When the alarm clock rang the next day, Feng Jing stretched out his hand lazily. Before he touched the alarm clock, the ringing stopped. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw Michel standing next to him with a dark face.
"… Mi Xiao, it's scary early in the morning."
"Last night was the real scary part, okay!" Michel rolled up her sleeves indignantly and showed her arm to Feng Jing. "Look, this is what you bit last night!"
"…" Feng Jing sat up silently. Sure enough, she saw two teeth marks on his white arm. "These teeth marks don't look like human teeth."
"Yes! Last night, you didn't remove your makeup, and you bit me with your vampire's dentures! " When Michel saw Feng Jing "turn into a dog" for the first time, she suspected that he was sleepwalking. However, he was clearly awake last night. One second, he was removing his makeup, and the next second, he suddenly went crazy! She had also looked up this situation on the Internet. Some information said that it was because he was too stressed during the day, and he used this method to vent his stress at night.
Was Feng Zong really that stressed? It seemed that she cared too little about him!
Feng Jing now had a row of ellipses in his heart. He felt that it was very likely that his disguise last night had scared the dog. He thought for a while and said to Michel, "Sorry, I may have been too immersed in the role."
"Even if you were immersed in the role, you should have bitten his neck …" Michel rolled down her sleeves and thought of another thing. "By the way, we made too much noise last night, and Zhu Shuyan was attracted here."
Feng Jing frowned. "She didn't see anything, did she?"
"Don't worry. I didn't let her in, but it's not a good idea to continue like this."
Feng Jing raised his hand to rub his hair and sighed. "This TV commercial will be finished soon. It will be fine when we go back to City A."
Michel also sighed with him. "I hope so. I think you should see a doctor."
"… Well, I will."
Although there was a lot of noise at night, the shooting still went on as usual the next day. Feng Jing didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Zhu Shuyan looked at him and Michel strangely today. During the break, he asked Michel, "Michel, don't you think that Zhu Shuyan looked at us strangely?"
"Did she?" Michel subconsciously glanced in the direction of Zhu Shuyan, who was sitting on a chair and touching up her makeup. "No, it must be your illusion."
"…" Really? "What on earth did you say to her yesterday?"
Michel recalled for a moment and said, "I didn't say anything. I just said that we were fighting cockroaches."
Feng Jing. "…"
Why didn't you say that we were fighting mice?
"Let's get to work!" The director shouted, and Feng Jing entered the working state again.
Today's work was finished a little earlier than yesterday, and Feng Jing removed his makeup immediately. The dog's heart was fragile, and he couldn't stimulate him anymore — not to mention that he was likely to be deducted dog biscuits today.
After taking a quick shower and changing into pajamas, Feng Jing lay upright on the bed.
At this moment, Michel was holding a rope borrowed from the props shop and walking towards Feng Jing's room. He had thought about it carefully. Feng Jing couldn't be so noisy every night. If he attracted the hotel staff like last night, who knew what kind of trouble he would cause? So he borrowed this rope. If he tied Feng Zong up while he was asleep, there shouldn't be any problems, right?
Zhu Shuyan had just returned to the hotel. When she saw Michel walking towards her in the corridor, the corners of her eyes moved slightly, and her gaze locked on the rope in his hand. "Mr. Mi, what are you …?"
"…" Michel's mouth twitched. Why did he always run into Zhu Shuyan? Fortunately, he was quick-witted and quickly found an excuse. "Oh, are you talking about this rope? Movie King Feng suddenly wanted to skip rope, and I couldn't get one for him at this time, so I had to borrow a rope from the props shop. "
"… Oh, I see." Zhu Shuyan smiled on the surface, but she couldn't help complaining in her heart. Who was he kidding? Skipping rope in the middle of the night?
"I'll send it to Movie King Feng first. He's still waiting." Michel laughed and walked away like the wind. Zhu Shuyan looked at his back, and her expression became more and more strange.
Michel entered the room and went straight to Feng Jing's bedroom. Seeing him lying there with his eyes closed, he asked tentatively, "Feng Zong, are you asleep?"
Feng Jing's eyes opened with a whoosh. "I was about to fall asleep, but you woke me up."
"… Oh, I'm sorry."
Feng Jing noticed the rope in his hand and asked curiously, "Why are you holding the rope?"
Michel rubbed his hands and said hesitantly, "Well, I have an immature and bold idea. Why don't I wait until you fall asleep and tie you up? That way, you won't run around. "
"… Don't even think about it!" Feng Jing rejected firmly. "Your idea is really bold. You want to tie your boss up?"
"No, no, no." Michel was so scared that he waved his hands. "I'm just afraid of making a big scene like yesterday. I don't dare to hit you, so I can only come up with this idea."
"This is not just a bad idea, it's a bad idea." As Feng Jing said this, his head suddenly tilted and he fell asleep.
Michel was speechless.
Was this … the long-lost one-second sleeping technique?
Feng Jing calmly accepted the fact that he had suddenly turned into a dog. After two seconds, he realized that the living room was very lively, and there was a man standing there.
… Why was there a man here?!
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