Midnight Cinderella: 83. Extra five

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This is an anti-theft chapter. Readers with less than 50% subscription will see Chapter V in 72 hours. "..." Everything was exactly the same as before he fell asleep, except for a slight pain in the back of his head.

He exhaled and fell back onto the pillow.

It was just a dream.

He inexplicably thought of the woman's slender neck and her beautiful collarbone in the dream.

No, no, no, he is not such a person, but this woman is too in line with his aesthetics, so...he created such a woman for himself in his dream?

... He began to seriously think about whether he should find a partner.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly. Feng Jing glanced at the door and saw that his assistant was here.

"Mi Noodles." He called out lazily, rubbed his hair and sat up. Michelle is his assistant, surnamed Mi, first name Xieer, Chinese. Let's not talk about why a Chinese would choose a foreign name. Just the name "Mi Nian" makes him want to eat rice noodles every time he says it.

"Mixian'er, I had a very fantastic dream last night. I dreamed that I turned into a dog." Feng Jing said to Michelle while changing his clothes.

Michelle stood at the door, staring at him with a complicated expression. Feng Jing put on his shirt and looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

Michelle quickly walked forward, opened the tightly squeezed phone, and handed it to him: "You didn't dream, you just turned into a dog!"

Feng Jing was stunned for a moment, and his attention was quickly attracted by the video on his phone. The video was obviously recorded last night, and he was still wearing the same pajamas. But in the video, he was running on the ground with his hands and feet, and kept barking "woof", just like...a mentally retarded person.

Feng Jing: "…………"

He must not have woken up yet.

"I know there is a section in your acting class called Liberating Nature, but you... have liberated it too completely!" Recalling the scene last night, Michelle still has lingering fears, "You are just... It's like losing your mind, and you can't communicate at all. In the end, I knocked you unconscious and you stopped."

"..." Feng Jing raised his head and looked at him, "No wonder I feel a little pain in the back of my head. It was you who knocked it?"

"...I, I have no choice!" Michelle still felt guilty about knocking out the boss, "If you continue to be so crazy, what if you attract other people in the hotel? Fortunately, I was the only one who saw it!"

Feng Jing pursed his thin lips slightly, thinking about this bizarre thing. The most scientific explanation now is that he turned into a dog in his dream and acted out the behavior in the dream.

However, he has no experience of sleepwalking.

Seeing that he didn’t pursue her intention of knocking him out, Michelle secretly breathed a sigh of relief: “Mr. Feng, are you under too much pressure recently? I know that after you won the Best Actor, some people on the Internet The words of King of Heaven’s fans are a bit extreme, otherwise you should stop surfing the Internet during this period.”

Feng Jing nodded slowly: "Well..."

Seeing his absent-minded look, Michelle felt even more worried: "I will report this matter to Director Qin now."

Feng Jing came to his senses immediately: "No need, I'm just too involved in filming, so there's no need to report such trivial matters to Qin Fan."

"No." Michelle shook her head firmly, "When we left, Director Qin specifically told him that all matters concerning you, no matter how big or small, must be reported to him."

Feng Jing: "..."

With so many artists under Qin Fan, how could he find the time to care about him so much?

He put his hand on Michelle's shoulder and smiled at him: "Mixianer, I hope you can understand that I am your direct boss."

"...But, my salary is paid by Director Qin." Michelle is not afraid of power and sticks to the bottom line.

Feng Jing increased the strength of his hands and his smile became deeper: "But I am the one who decides whether to continue to pay you wages. What do you think?"

"..." Michelle swallowed, "I think you are right."

"Very good." Feng Jing let go of his shoulders and continued to change clothes.

Michelle let out a "huh" breath, Feng Best Actor's aura was too powerful.

After breakfast in the hotel, Michelle drove Feng Jing to today's shooting location. Today's filming was held in an old castle, and Feng Jing also had to put on vampire makeup.

The makeup artist was still the same girl as yesterday. When she was gluing on Feng Jing's vampire dentures, her hands were shaking with excitement. Michelle looked on with fear: "Xiao Xu, be careful and don't shake your hands!"

"Oooh, ooh, I'll try my best!"

Michelle: "..."

After Feng Jing’s fangs were finished, Zhu Shuyan also came to the set. When she saw Feng Jing, she was stunned by his makeup. This man is really handsome and sexy, with impeccable facial features. No wonder fans always compare him to Mo Zhen. But after what happened last night, she was inevitably embarrassed, but Feng Jing greeted her politely as if nothing was wrong: "Miss Zhu, good morning. What brought you to see me last night? We can talk now."

Zhu Shuyan: "..."

Did he do it on purpose?

The ears of the makeup artist girl and Michelle next to her immediately stood up. Did Zhu Shuyan go to see Feng Jing last night? ?

Zhu Shuyan saw all their little moves. She pursed her red lips, smiled at Feng Jing and said, "It's okay. I was just too involved in the drama last night and was a little scared to stay alone in the hotel room."

"I see, you can listen to music or drink a cup of hot milk to relieve your mood."

"I know, thank you." Zhu Shuyan forced a smile and walked aside to put on makeup.

Michelle approached Feng Jing and asked him in a low voice: "Did Zhu Shuyan come to see you last night?"

"Yeah."

"Then what?"

"I didn't open the door for her."

"..." Michelle was silent for a while, thinking about whether this matter needed to be reported to Director Qin, "I don't think it's appropriate for you to ask this, with so many people listening."

Feng Jing said: "I don't know if it's suitable or not, but I know she will definitely not come to me again in the future."

Michelle: "..."

It’s still the best way to win the title of Best Actor.

Because the commercial is a vampire setting, most of the filming was done at night. When the crew finished work, it was already eleven o'clock. After Feng Jing took off his makeup, he returned directly to the hotel. Today he didn't check Weibo anymore. After taking a shower, he lay directly on the bed - and drank a cup of hot milk.

This way I won’t have any more strange dreams.

Drowsiness soon came over him, and Feng Jing closed his eyes drowsily. A woman's sudden scream in his ears pulled him out of his sleep.

...What's going on?

He frowned and opened his eyes, then the corners of his eyes twitched.

He is here again, in the living room yesterday! He didn't even check Weibo anymore, so why did he still have this dream?

This time he was no longer lying in the nest in the living room, but curled up on the sofa. A movie was playing on the LCD TV not far away.

"Ah!" As the figure suddenly appeared in the camera, the person behind him shouted again.

Feng Jing turned around and saw the face of the woman from yesterday.

There may have been another scary scene on the TV. The woman’s hands hugged him tighter, and his back pressed against something soft.

Feng Jing: "..."

"Tongtong."

This voice attracted Feng Jing's attention. He turned his head towards the TV again and saw Mo Zhen's face as expected.

This is a movie starring Mo Zhen, "Ghost School". It is said that he took on this subject specifically in order to break through himself. Feng Jing watched it for a while. Although the film became black and white in his eyes, it did not prevent him from observing Mo Zhen's acting skills.

Different from his academic background, Mo Zhen made his debut at the age of sixteen. Naturally, he has not received any long-term professional courses. His acting skills are basically honed in actual combat, and it has to be said that he is An extremely talented actor.

Some people in this world are born for the stage.

A weird soundtrack sounded in the room, and the movie tried its best to exaggerate the terrifying atmosphere. The emotion of the woman behind him was quickly affected by the movie, and she held him tightly in her arms. The soft touch was more vivid, and the hair with the aroma of green orange on the tip of his nose spared no effort to stimulate his nerves.

"..." He is a full-blooded and normal man. Even if he turns into a dog in his dream, he is still a full-blooded and normal dog.

In order to avoid any inappropriate reaction, Feng Jing struggled in her arms.

"Don't move, Goudan." The woman rubbed him dissatisfiedly.

Feng Jing: "..."

Wasn’t it still the second yellow yesterday? Why has it turned into a dog egg today?

Women are really fickle.

However, it was imperative to escape from her arms quickly, so Feng Jing struggled even harder.

"Woof!" He jumped out of her arms with a sudden force. The woman looked at him and frowned slightly: "Why are you running? The show will be over soon. I don't dare to watch you alone when you leave."

Feng Jing: "..."

Then you go to bed early. Isn’t it exciting to watch ghost movies at home alone in the middle of the night?

Well, it seems a bit exciting.

But forgive him for not being able to accompany him. Now he just wants to wake up from his dream quickly.

Seeing that it was lying there motionless with its eyes closed, the woman curled her lips, took a cushion next to her, and held it in her arms.

Feng Jing fell asleep once again. When he opened his eyes again, he was still woken up by the alarm clock he set at six o'clock.

Looking at the ceiling of the hotel room, Feng Jing's expression was somewhat obscure.

Why did he have this strange dream for two days in a row? Are you trying to give him a warning? So should he find someone to help him interpret his dreams?

"Mr. Feng, are you awake?" Michelle knocked on the door and walked in from the outside. Feng Jing sat on the small sofa in front of the window and looked at him without speaking. Michelle sat down opposite him and asked him: "Did you dream that you turned into a dog again last night?"

Feng Jing pursed his thin lips slightly: "What did you record again?"