Feng Jing regretted it when he finished speaking, but he seemed too diligent. It wouldn't be good to scare Jiang Ran. He was trying to find himself a step down, but Jiang Ran was amused by him: "Next time I eat seafood, I will definitely call you up."
Feng Jing breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her smile, and laughed along with her: "I'm joking."
He really wanted to eat with Jiang Ran, but eating meant taking off his mask, which meant that his identity would be exposed.
The two of them were about to walk upstairs, and another resident came out. She and Jiang Ran seemed to know each other very well. When they met, they greeted kindly: "Xiao Jiang, are you going to collect vegetables again?"
"Yes, the tomatoes look good this time. Sister Wang, would you like to take two back?"
Sister Wang and Jiang Ran are old neighbors. Before the old house was demolished, the two of them lived in the same building. Later, the developer bought the land to repair a new building, and Jiang Ran's parents bought a new house outside. After Zhenshui Township was repaired, they were too lazy to move back, and Jiang Ran lived here alone.
Sister Wang walked to Jiang Ran, and looked at the pocket she was carrying: "Your tomato is really cute and very red."
Seeing that the two of them were chatting, Feng Jing took the initiative to speak: "I'll go up first."
Jiang Ran tilted his head and glanced at him, then nodded at him: "Okay."
Feng Jing held the vegetables Jiang Ran gave him and entered the elevator. Sister Wang glanced at his back, then turned back and asked Jiang Ran in a low voice, "Are you familiar with that Mr. Feng?"
Jiang Ran said, "It's okay, what's the matter?"
"Hey, I always think there is something wrong with this Mr. Feng." Sister Wang's voice was lightened lighter, and her expression became more serious. "He has moved here for a while, but he always wears a mask and a hat. No one has ever seen his face."
Jiang Ran said, "Oh, this, Mr. Feng said he has a cold."
"He said you believe it." Sister Wang looked at Jiang Ran with a little worry, "Xiaojiang, don't blame me for being troublesome. You are a young girl who lives alone outside, and she looks so beautiful, so it's easy to be missed. Come on. This Mr. Feng is mysterious, you have to pay more attention to it."
Jiang Ran said, "I'm not alone, I still have a dog."
"Hi, your little dog, what's the use of something? I guess Mr. Feng can kick it flying with one kick." Sister Wang thought of this scene and couldn't help but exhort her, "Anyway, don't go with him." It’s too close to look like a good person."
Jiang Ran smiled and did not answer. She took out two tomatoes from her pocket and stuffed them into Sister Wang's hand: "Sister Wang, you can take these two tomatoes and eat them."
"Ah, that's good, thank you." Sister Wang said goodbye to her, and then went out of the community.
Jiang Ran walked into the elevator with a bag of vegetables, thoughtfully.
The newly moved Mr. Feng does have a lot of doubts about him. Although the clothes he wears are very low-key, Jiang Ran is a good purchaser at any rate, and he has contact with many luxury brands. She can see that all he wears is A valuable brand. But she seems to have never seen him go to work, so what does Mr. Feng do? Rich second generation? But why would a rich second generation rent a house with them
Sister Wang's suspicion is not unreasonable, but Jiang Ran subconsciously feels that Mr. Feng is not a bad person.
Feng Jing, who was the first step forward, had no idea that he had been classified as a "bad guy" by his neighbors. He was full of joy now, and just wanted to climb up Weibo to show off the vegetables Jiang Ran gave him.
But in this way, Jiang Ran would definitely recognize him.
How to do it? Feng Jing frowned in thought.
Ah, yes.
He took out the vegetables one by one, then washed his hands and started to chop them. Because Michelle often cooks for him here, there are plenty of ingredients in the refrigerator. He took some vegetables out of the refrigerator, cut them together, and poured some salad dressing on them, and a bowl of vegetable salad was done.
Looking at his masterpiece, Feng Jing felt that he was really a genius. So Jiang Ran can't see it anymore!
He happily took a picture of the vegetable salad and posted it on Weibo.
Feng Jing V: I mixed a vegetable salad, it looks good [Glutton]
Although there is no selfie, fans still leave a message below.
"Ah, the salad that Mr. Feng made himself, I want to eat it!"
"Is President Feng losing weight recently? I will eat this tonight?"
"Hungry, babble."
"Hahahaha, it's the first time I saw someone add green peppers to a vegetable salad hahaha!"
"Ah, the actor Feng can even cook! The man who knows how to cook is the best!"
"Today's dinner [picture]"
Feng Jing sat at the table while flipping through Weibo while eating a salad. Ah, the vegetables Jiang Ran grows are better than Michelle bought from the supermarket.
Michelle seemed to have a feeling, and quickly called him to express condolences: "Feng President, are you only eating salad tonight?"
Feng Jing said: "Of course not, I will do something by myself later, you don't need to come over."
"Well, I have an appointment with Doctor Zhang tomorrow morning. I will pick you up in Zhenshui Township at nine o'clock."
Hearing the three words of Doctor Zhang, Feng Jing had a headache: "I see, how long will the psychiatrist see?"
Michelle said: "Qin Dong said that you can sleep without relying on drugs."
Feng Jing: "..."
It depends on when the celestial master who travels around the world will come back.
Jiang Ran was reading Fengjing's Weibo at the moment, and it hadn't been posted for several days. Today, after hearing the special reminder, she couldn't help but climb up and take a look.
Feng Jing didn't post a selfie or a video this time. Jiang Ran breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little disappointed.
However, she was quickly attracted by the vegetable salad on the screen. Feng Jing might have added a filter, and the color of the salad looked particularly delicious. And judging from the picture, his knife skills are not bad, and the cut lotus white silk is thin and even.
Well, maybe she will make a vegetable salad tonight.
This thought made Jiang Ran think that she was eighteen years old again, and she always thought that she was doing the same thing and eating the same thing as an idol, as if she was a little closer to him.
She laughed mockingly, and went to mix the salad.
The next day, Michelle came on time to pick up Fengjing and go to Dr. Zhang's treatment room. After talking happily with Doctor Zhang for half an hour, when Feng Jing came back, he saw a familiar person standing at the gate of the community.
… Isn’t this brother He Zhiyuan!
Because he hadn't appeared for a long time, Feng Jing almost forgot about this person. Now that he suddenly appeared here, there was no need to think that he was waiting for Jiang Ran.
He asked Michelle to park the car next to He Zhiyuan, opened the door and walked down.
He Zhiyuan looked a little nervous, constantly adjusting his tie, and finally straightened up his hair in the rearview mirror. Feng Jing walked slowly in front of him, keeping his eyes on him.
Judging from the brand of the car he drove, he should be a management class in the company, and his income is not bad, but he has not yet mixed with executives. But he looks about the same age as himself, so he should be more promising. He looks so-so when compared to himself, his height is okay, but he is also a few centimeters shorter than himself.
Feng Jing felt that he did not lose to him in every aspect, but he saved Erhuang before and got a high impression score from Jiang Ran.
Because his eyes were too focused, He Zhiyuan finally looked back at him.
This glance made him stunned. It was not that the mask and hat on Feng Jing's face were too weird, but even if he was wearing a mask and hat, he couldn't stop his sharp edge.
He Zhiyuan was planning for a game company. Because of the company’s promotional activities, he has also contacted many celebrities... Yes, the aura of the person in front of him is very similar to those big celebrities. The most conspicuous one.
Is he a star? But why do stars appear here
"Hey, Mr. Feng, are you going out?"
Jiang Ran's voice interrupted the thoughts of the two men, and they simultaneously turned their heads to look at Jiang Ran. Feng Jing's eyes curled up with a smile, and he looked at her and said, "No, I just came back. Are you going out?"
"Yes." For some reason, Jiang Ran suddenly felt a little guilty. She pursed her lips slightly and introduced him, "This is my friend. We are going to eat out."
"Oh." Feng Jing's gaze fell on He Zhiyuan again, sharper than before, "Your boyfriend?"
"No." In addition to a guilty conscience, Jiang Ran was a little more embarrassed now.
He Zhiyuan saw that Feng Jing had been looking at himself, so he proactively extended a hand to him: "Hello."
Feng Jing also stretched out his hand and shook him symbolically: "Hello." He quickly retracted his hand and looked at Jiang Ran and said, "Then I will go back first, and I won't bother you."
"Okay, goodbye." Jiang Ran said goodbye to him and stepped into the car after watching him walk through the gate of the community. Fastening her seat belt, she handed He Zhiyuan the gift she had prepared in her bag: "Happy birthday."
He Zhiyuan looked down, smiled and accepted: "Thank you." He wanted to say that you could come and eat with me, I was already very happy, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed again. He was afraid that Jiang Ran would be embarrassed.
"Are you really not coming to the party tonight?" He Zhiyuan asked inadvertently.
Jiang Ran said, "Well, I'm really sorry, I have a lot of work recently." He Zhiyuan originally invited her to the birthday party in the evening, but there must be many of his friends and colleagues at the birthday party, Jiang Ran Feeling inconvenient to go, I found an excuse to come out alone with him at noon.
She could guess how far her mind was, but he was particularly patient when it came to dealing with Jiang Ran. He keeps the right distance from her, will not make her feel burdened, and will not neglect her contact.
However, the sudden appearance of Mr. Feng today made him a little concerned.
"Mr. Feng that you met at the door just now, is this your neighbor?"
"Well, he moved here newly."
He Zhiyuan nodded slightly: "His last name is Feng?"
Jiang Ran smiled and said, "Of course Mr. Feng's surname is Feng."
He Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing, and then a name flashed through his mind.
Nowadays, if you mention an artist whose surname is Feng, most people will only blurt out one name at the first time—
Feng Jing.