Midnight Cinderella: 5. The fifth night

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Jiang Ran is very busy these days. With the Chinese Valentine's Day approaching, orders have increased a lot. She has to stay up late to tally up today's orders and then pack them all up and send them out tomorrow.

A new message was received on the WeChat web version.

Little Sweet Potato: My dear, are you still awake?

Dakeke Purchasing Agency: No, I am staying up late to tally orders [face covering]

Little Sweet Potato: Oh, thank you for your hard work [face covering] Well... I want to ask you about the 0.01 mm condom you sent last time. Have you ever used it? [Shy] Is it true that it won't break? [Shy]

Dakeke Purchasing Agent: I...have no chance to use it...

Little Sweet Potato: Hahahahaha, don’t be discouraged, it’s Chinese Valentine’s Day soon, come on!

Jiang Ran: "..."

Dakeke Purchasing Agency: That one has been stress-tested and has guaranteed quality. If you want to buy, hurry up. I’ve sold a lot these days, and there are only three boxes left in stock [face covering]

Little Sweet Potato: ...It seems that everyone is working hard, give it all to me [face covering]

Dakeke purchasing agent: OK

As soon as Jiang Ran hit the enter key, he heard some voices coming from behind him. She turned around and saw that her little native dog had slipped in.

"Erhuang, didn't I tell you that this room is full of merchandise and you can't come in?" Jiang Ran stood up and hugged him.

Feng Jing: "..."

Wait a minute! He'll see the address right away!

"Go out and play, no, go to bed early." Jiang Ran took the dog outside 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 is not a man who gives up easily. He is not allowed to enter this room, but there are other rooms that can be entered. He flicked his tail and ran to Jiang Ran's bedroom.

In the master bedroom, there was only a bedside lamp turned on, which was not very bright. There was a large wardrobe against the wall, then a bed, and next to it was a dressing table. The original location of the balcony was transformed into a study room, with only a desk and a bookcase placed. Feng Jing walked to the bookcase and took a look. There were many professional translation books and two thick Japanese dictionaries inside.

On the side of the bookcase, there is a poster of Mo Zhen.

Feng Jing: "..."

He should have guessed that she was a fan of Mo Zhen the day she watched "Ghost School".

Feng Jing was inexplicably angry. The grudge between him and Mo Zhen did not start when he was dissed by Mo Zhen's fans, but could be traced back to the time when he was studying at the film school.

At that time, before he graduated, his sister submitted his resume to Kaihuang, on the grounds that she would have more opportunities to contact Mo Zhen through him.

Oh, dear sister.

Feng Jing was very angry when he found out about this. Out of his rebellious spirit, he resolutely signed a contract with Kaihuang's rival company, Tianqin Entertainment.

After winning the Best Actor Award, he was criticized by Mo Zhen’s fans, and now, he saw Mo Zhen’s poster in this woman’s bedroom.

Why is Mo Zhen so haunted?

Feng Jing's head felt hot, he jumped up with a "ouch" and used his sharp teeth to tear off a strip of Mo Zhen's poster.

When Jiang Ran came in, Mo Zhen's poster had been torn as if it had been put into a paper shredder.

Jiang Ran: "..."

"Goudan! You are going to rebel, aren't you!" She put her computer on the desk and was so angry that she almost had a myocardial infarction. "Do you know how boring my work is at ordinary times? Whenever I can't translate, I will look at this poster to regulate my emotions!"

Feng Jing: "..."

He thinks the scenery outside the window should be better.

"I will kick you out of the warehouse, and you will be angry, right? Your dog biscuits will be gone tomorrow!"

Hearing that tomorrow's dog biscuits were gone, Feng Jing's heart showed no fluctuations and he even swung his tail.

Jiang Ran: "..."

What happened to her dog? It wasn't like this before!

"That's your favorite dog biscuit!"

Oh.

Feng Jing still looked fearless.

Jiang Ran: "..."

Oh, dog.

She cleaned up the "wreck" of the poster, put on a hair tie and started to wash up. Feng Jing jumped onto the bay window and watched Jiang Ran take a bag of multivitamins, then apply lotion, essence, night lotion, night repair cream, and finally a lip mask on his face.

As expected of a purchasing agent girl, her life is indeed exquisite.

But judging from what she just said and the books in the bookcase, purchasing on behalf of others is just a part-time job for her. Her main job should be translation or something like that.

After Jiang Ran finished her skin care, she saw that her dog was still hanging around, so she frowned and called it: "Gudan."

To be honest, Feng Jing still hasn't figured out whether this dog is called Erhuang or Goudan.

"Why are you still here? Go back to your doghouse."

"Woof." Feng Jing called out lazily and lay motionless on the bay window. The bay window of Jiang Ran's master bedroom was made into a tatami, which was very comfortable to lie down on. Feng Jing didn't want to go back to the doghouse in the living room at all.

Jiang Ran: "..."

This is not her dog, her dog is obviously very obedient!

But seeing that it had closed its eyes and started to take a nap, Jiang Ran had no choice but to disturb it again. She turned off the light, put on her eye mask, yawned and started to sleep.

Feng Jing on the bay window opened his eyes in the darkness, glanced at her, and closed his eyes again.

When the alarm clock rang the next day, Feng Jing lazily stretched out his hand, but before he touched the alarm clock, the ringing stopped. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw Michelle standing next to him with a dark face.

"...Mixianer, it's scary to be like this so early in the morning."

“Last night was just scary, okay!” Michelle rolled up her sleeves angrily and handed her arm to Feng Jing, “Look, this is what you bitten last night!”

"..." Feng Jing sat up silently, and sure enough he saw two teeth marks on his fair arm, "Your teeth marks don't look like human teeth."

"Yes! You didn't even take off your makeup last night, so you bit me with your vampire dentures on!" When Michelle saw Feng Jing "turned into a dog" for the first time, she suspected that he was sleepwalking, but last night He was obviously awake, but he was taking off his makeup one second and suddenly went crazy the next! He also checked this situation on the Internet. Some information said that it was because he was too stressed at work during the day and vented his stress in this way at night.

Is the pressure on CEO really so great? It seems that he still cares too little about him!

Feng Jing now had a row of ellipses in his heart. He felt that it was probably because of his appearance last night that he scared Gouzi. He pondered for a while and said to Michelle: "I'm sorry, maybe I got too involved."

"You should bite your neck when entering a scene..." Michelle put down her sleeves and thought of another thing, "By the way, there was too much movement here last night, which even attracted Zhu Shuyan here ."

Feng Jing frowned: "She didn't see anything, did she?"

"Don't worry, I didn't let her in, but it's not an option to continue like this."

Feng Jing raised his hand to rub his hair and sighed: "This commercial will be filmed soon, just wait until we return to City A."

Michelle also sighed after him: "I hope so, I think you should go see a doctor."

"...Well, I will."

Although there was a lot of noise at night, the shooting on the next day still had to proceed normally. He didn't know if it was Feng Jing's illusion, but he always felt that Zhu Shuyan looked at him and Michelle strangely today. Taking advantage of the break, he asked Michelle: "Mixianer, do you think Zhu Shuyan looks at us strangely?"

"Is there any?" Michelle subconsciously glanced in the direction of Zhu Shuyan, who was sitting on a chair touching up her makeup, "No, it must be your imagination."

"..." Really? "What on earth did you tell her yesterday?"

Michelle recalled for a moment and said: "I didn't say anything, I just said we were fighting cockroaches."

Feng Jing: "..."

Why didn't you talk about killing mice?

"Work has started!" the director shouted, and Feng Jing entered working mode again.

The work ended a little earlier today than yesterday, and Feng Jing took off his makeup immediately. The dog's heart is fragile, and he can't stimulate it anymore - not to mention that it is likely to be deducted dog biscuits today.

After quickly taking a shower and putting on his pajamas, Feng Jing lay down on the bed upright.

At this time, Michelle was walking towards Feng Jing's room holding the rope she borrowed from the props. He thought about it carefully, and it was not an option for Feng Jing to make such a fuss every night. If he attracted people from the hotel again like last night, something might happen. So he borrowed this rope. If he tied Mr. Feng while he was asleep, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

Zhu Shuyan just returned to the hotel now. When she saw Michelle coming towards her in the corridor, the corners of her eyes moved slightly and her eyes locked on the rope he was holding: "Mr. Mi, what are you...?"

"..." The corner of Michelle's mouth twitched, why is she always bumped into by Zhu Shuyan? Fortunately, he was smart and quickly found an excuse: "Oh, are you talking about this rope? Film Emperor Feng suddenly wanted to jump rope. I couldn't get him a jump rope at this time, so I had to find a prop and borrow a rope."

"...Oh, that's it." Zhu Shuyan smiled on the outside, but couldn't help complaining on the inside. Who are you lying to? Jumping rope at night?

"I sent it to Actor Feng first, he is still waiting." Michelle laughed and walked away like the wind. Zhu Shuyan looked at his back with an increasingly weird expression.

Michelle entered the room and went straight to Feng Jing's bedroom. Seeing him lying there with his eyes closed, he tentatively called out: "Mr. Feng, are you asleep?"

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly opened: "I was about to fall asleep, but you woke me up again."

"...Oh, I'm sorry about that."

Feng Jing noticed the rope in his hand and asked strangely: "What are you doing with the rope?"

Michelle rubbed her hands and said hesitantly: "That's right, I have an immature and bold idea. Should I tie you up when you fall asleep? This way you won't run around."

"...Don't even think about it!" Feng Jing flatly refused, "Your idea is indeed very bold. Do you want to tie up your boss?"

"No, no, no." Michelle waved her hands in fear, "Aren't I afraid of making a big fuss like yesterday, but I didn't dare to hit you, so I had to make this decision."

"This is not only a bad idea, but a bad idea at all." Feng Jingzheng said, suddenly tilted his head and fell asleep.

Michelle: "..."

This is... the long-lost trick of falling asleep in one second?

Feng Jing has now calmly accepted the setting of suddenly turning into a dog. After two seconds of adapting, he found that the living room was very lively today, and there was actually a man standing there.

...Why are there men here? !