Midnight Cinderella: 32.Thirty-second Night
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Feng Jing has lost contact.
Jiang Ran never received a reply to the messages she sent him. Although she reminded herself time and time again that he might just be busy, after waiting for half an hour, she reached the limit of her patience.
She logged onto her Weibo and took a look at Feng Jing's homepage. The latest update was from the day he first arrived in Japan. Many fans in the comments were asking about his safety, but they were all anxious as they had not received any news from him.
Another half hour later, Meng Xingchuan’s Weibo post directly aroused fans’ emotions.
Meng Xingchuan V: Lao Feng’s mobile phone has been unable to get through, his assistant can’t get through, and his agent can’t get through either [face covering] His family’s phone calls are all coming to me, what can I do, I also I'm so desperate [cover face] Lao Feng, come back quickly, I can't bear it alone [cover face]
As soon as Meng Xingchuan’s assistant saw her second fool posting this kind of Weibo, she thought it was over. But the second fool’s manager was Feng Jing’s manager. The two of them lost contact in Japan together, and now there is almost no contact. People can control him! With just such a delay, Meng Xingchuan's Weibo exploded.
"Meng Meng, we still have no news from Cinderella QAQ"
"Can fans in Japan organize and look for it!"
"Stop making trouble with the hot comments, okay! There is a huge typhoon in Japan right now, why are you going out to look for it! Fans, please stop causing trouble and just stay at home. I believe we will be fine!"
“My friend who speaks Japanese just called the police station and asked, and he said there is no news about Feng Jing. No news is good news!”
"Pray for blessings, pray for blessings, pray for blessings [prayer]"
Jiang Ran looked at the comments posted by fans and became more and more anxious. Even Feng Jing’s family had no news about him. Something must have happened to him.
"Feng Jing lost contact in Japan" quickly reached the top of the hot search in just half an hour. After the top management of Tianqin Entertainment found out, they first asked people to remove the hot search, and then removed the "Lest the world is not in chaos" Meng Xingchuan called him to the office and gave him a lecture.
"The situation is not clear now, what are you posting on Weibo? Isn't it chaotic enough?" Because Qin Fan went to Japan with Feng Jing, Tian Qin's top boss directly met with Meng Xingchuan.
"..." Meng Xingchuan felt aggrieved, "I'm also worried about Feng Jing!"
"You can just worry in your heart, you don't need to post on Weibo to tell everyone!"
Meng Xingchuan: "..."
"Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu! Qin Fan called!"
Everyone in the office was shocked. Mr. Wu took the phone from his secretary and asked quickly: "What happened to you? How is the situation now?"
Qin Fan's voice came intermittently with the noise of the radio waves: "We are trapped in the tram. The network and signal here are not good. I finally got through the phone..."
Mr. Wu listened briefly and asked: "How are you doing now?"
"There's nothing wrong at the moment, I just don't know when the tram will start running again..." Qin Fan stopped talking here, but when he heard that there was no accident, Mr. Wu was relieved.
Seeing him hang up the phone, Meng Xingchuan hurriedly asked: "How is it? How is it? Are Lao Feng and the others okay?"
"It's okay. I'm trapped in the tram. I may not be able to get out for a while." Mr. Wu put down the phone and said to his secretary, "Have the public relations department send a Weibo message immediately saying that Feng Jing and the others are fine. If this continues, There will be a memorial service for him on Weibo."
"Understood, I'll do it right away."
After the secretary left, Mr. Wu looked at Meng Xingchuan again: "Tell Feng Jing's family and tell them not to worry."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."
"After you report that you are safe, write me an 800-word review."
Meng Xingchuan: "..."
Did the senior executives of this company always dream of being a class teacher when they were young? I get people to write reviews at every turn!
After Tianqin’s official blog posted the clarification message, it was quickly forwarded by netizens, and Jiang Ran was the first to see it. Her heart that had been hanging finally slowly dropped, and then she realized that her back was already wet with cold sweat, and even her clothes were soaked through. I took a shower and changed into clean clothes, then sat on the sofa with my phone in my hand and browsed Weibo, for fear of missing the news about Feng Jing.
Erhuang jumped onto the sofa, put his head on her lap, and yawned.
The tram finally restarted after being out of service for six hours. As soon as Feng Jing came out of the station, he received countless message reminders. He first called his family and then saw a dozen messages sent to him by Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran: There is a typhoon in Japan. Are you okay? ?
Jiang Ran: Mr. Feng, are you there?
Jiang Ran: Are you okay?
Jiang Ran: Mr. Feng, Weibo has exploded. Please come out and reply to the message
Jiang Ran: Feng Jing, don’t scare me...
Feng Jing read through more than a dozen messages one by one and wanted to call Jiang Ran now, but Qin Fan and Michelle were both in the same car with him, and it was not convenient for him to talk to her. After returning to the hotel and everyone went back to their rooms, Feng Jingcai directly dialed Jiang Ran's number using WeChat.
Jiang Ran was stunned by the sudden appearance of a WeChat call. After seeing the caller clearly, she quickly picked up the call: "Mr. Feng, is it you?"
"It's me."
The moment he heard Feng Jing's voice, Jiang Ran's heart softened and his nose felt a little sore. She calmed down her emotions and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "I saw on Weibo that you were trapped in the tram."
"Yes." Feng Jing took off his wet coat and rubbed his wet hair, "I was originally going to take a set of photos on the tram today, but I didn't expect that there was a typhoon. The tram We can’t go down even if the service is suspended, we can only wait.”
"So what now? Have you come out yet?"
"Well, I just arrived at the hotel. The signal has been poor before, so I'm calling you now. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Jiang Ran pursed his dry lips slightly before continuing, "As long as you're okay."
Feng Jing's heart suddenly hurt. He didn't dare to think about how Jiang Ran felt when he sent him those ten messages. If it were me, I would have gone crazy with anxiety.
"I'm fine, I made you worry."
Jiang Ran's fingers holding the phone tightened slightly. She took a deep breath again and asked Feng Jing on the other end of the phone: "Can you tell me your home address? I want to send you something."
Feng Jing was a little surprised as to what she wanted to send him, but he still told her his address honestly: "My home is in Building 306, Phase II of Nanting Huadu."
Nanting Huadu? Jiang Ran silently wrote it down in his heart. She had heard of this property. It was one of the most famous and high-end mansions in City A. But unlike Kensney Manor, it does not have overwhelming advertising and has always been quietly high-profile. It is said that all the houses in Nanting Huadu are sold internally. Although they are expensive, they never have to worry about selling.
This temperament matches Feng Jing quite well.
"What are you going to send me? It won't be fleur's Christmas limited edition, right? I told you that it was for you."
Jiang Ran smiled and said: "No, you will know when you receive it."
Feng Jing thought for a while and did not ask further: "Okay then, we may return to China early. I will contact you when I arrive."
"Okay."
As soon as Feng Jing hung up the phone, Michelle ran over and knocked on his door. Seeing that he was still wearing wet clothes, Michelle stood up and said, "Mr. Feng, why haven't you changed your clothes and taken a shower? If you catch a cold, Director Qin, it's my fault for not taking good care of you!"
"I know, I just called my friend to report that I'm safe. Let's go now." Feng Jing took off his T-shirt as he spoke. Michelle looked at his chest muscles that were suddenly exposed to the air. and abdominal muscles, looking away uncomfortably.
"Ahem." He coughed awkwardly and found a topic to divert his attention. "Meng Xingchuan said on Weibo that you had lost contact. Fans were going crazy with anxiety. You have been online every minute recently. The rhythm of hot searches."
Feng Jing twitched his lips. He and Meng Xingchuan were classmates in college. He knew very well what kind of personality the other party had: "That second fool Lao Meng has probably been reprimanded. After Qin Fan finds out, he will definitely still..." I need to train again."
Michelle: "..."
Suddenly I felt a little sympathy for him.
"I'll take a shower and then come out to post on Weibo." Feng Jing took his nightgown and went to the bedroom.
While he was taking a shower, Michelle tried to make him a cola and **** soup, and also gave Qin Fan a bowl. As soon as Feng Jing came out, he smelled a familiar smell and raised his eyebrows at Michelle: "You are quite powerful. Where did you get the ginger?"
"I borrowed it from the kitchen. I also prepared cold medicine and antipyretic medicine. If you feel uncomfortable, take one quickly. By the way, there is also a thermometer. Do you want to take your temperature first?"
"...I am in good health, please measure yourself first."
"I've already taken a cold medicine, it should be fine! I put everything here, you can use it when you need it."
"Okay." Feng Jing walked to the mirror, drying his hair with a hair dryer in one hand, and browsing Weibo on his mobile phone in the other. Michelle was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him, so she quickly walked over to help him dry his hair.
Feng Jing sat on the small sofa, changed into a comfortable position, and browsed today's news.
"Yes, Meng Xingchuan deserved it this time. If Qin Fan had made that phone call a little later, Weibo would have held a memorial service for me."
Michelle: "..."
Feng Jing edited the message as he spoke, checked that there were no typos, and sent it out.
Feng Jing V: Sorry for making everyone worry. My accompanying staff and I have arrived at the hotel safely. Everyone is safe and rest assured. I didn’t expect that I would encounter so many things when I went out to take a photo [face covering] This typhoon is really big. Friends in Japan should also pay more attention to safety and try not to go out unless there is nothing wrong. Thank you all again.
"Ah ah ah, Mr. Feng, just be fine! Thank you!"
"I'm really scared to death today QAQ, please ask Mr. Feng to comfort QAQ"
"There should be a selfie here! How do we know if you are really good without a selfie!"
"I am also in Japan, and I keep receiving typhoon warnings, and I am shivering at home."
"I knew we, Cinderella, would be able to turn danger into disaster qwq after all, we know magic qwq"
Jiang Ran, who had been paying attention to Feng Jing's Weibo, quickly saw this message. She liked Feng Jing, then went downstairs to mail the things she gave to Feng Jing.
After the typhoon left, Qin Fan booked the fastest flight back home. After Feng Jing left the airport, he was taken directly back to his residence by the car waiting outside. The sunny weather in China also made his mood brighter, and the flowers and plants in the community looked more colorful and lovely than usual.
Michelle drove the car in front of the villa, and Feng Jing got out of the car. In front of every small western-style building here, there is a box dedicated to receiving letters and express delivery, and there is a dedicated person responsible for delivering it every day. Feng Jing was thinking about what Jiang Ran said, and when he got to the door, he couldn't wait to get out of the car to check.
There is indeed something new in the mail, just a letter. Feng Jing didn't expect Jiang Ran to write him a letter, so he took the letter into the house with some confusion and curiosity.
As soon as he reached the bedroom, he opened the envelope and took out the neatly folded letter paper inside.
To Mr. Feng Jing:
When I wrote this name, I was a little surprised. Before that, I never thought that one day I would write to a big star. It’s also a very interesting experience. ^_^
I am writing this letter mainly to share my recent mood with Mr. Feng. It may be a bit long-winded, but I hope you can read it patiently.
Lately, I always think about Mr. Feng inexplicably. Maybe I was translating some of Kitano Ken’s difficult words, and Mr. Feng’s face suddenly appeared; or maybe I was discussing with my friends which hot pot restaurant to eat at night, and suddenly thought of Mr. Feng; even if it was The vegetables I planted have been harvested again, and I would also like to share some of these vegetables with Mr. Feng, they will definitely be delicious.
This happens all the time.
I have never been in love, and I don’t know what it feels like to be in love, but I am not a slow person. I think my current mood is the mood of liking someone, right?
It turns out that liking someone is like this.
When I heard that Mr. Feng had lost contact in Japan, I was really worried. At that time, I thought, what should I do if I never see Mr. Feng again?
I will cry.
Mr. Feng has been wearing a mask before, and we have never had a meal together. Yes, we have not even had a meal together. In a few days, the vegetables I planted will be ready for harvest again. This time there are radishes, lentils, green peppers and cauliflower. They will be ready to eat when you come back. Well, I don’t know if there is anything you like to eat.
I wonder if Mr. Feng would like to come to my house for dinner? Waiting for your reply. ^_^
Jiang Ran
October 27