The moonlight is beautiful.
A long-haired woman walks alone in the alley, her exquisite body wrapped in a red dress. Suddenly, a man fell from the sky and blocked her way. The woman stopped in a panic, and the man hunched his back and slightly raised his head to look at her.
His eyes were faintly glowing with green light, and he opened his mouth to reveal a pair of fangs to her.
"Yeah!!" The woman's scream cut through the night sky, and it sounded particularly permeating.
There was a sound of footsteps in the night, and an elegant man stepped towards them. The man wore an elegant black dress and looked like a nobleman from the Middle Ages. He only glanced at the man, and the man quickly turned and fled.
The woman who was still in panic turned her head to the side, and he attracted all her attention.
This man is so good-looking.
"Crack!" The director raised his horn and shouted to stop, and then directed the staff on the scene to move, "This is over. Take a few more close-up shots of expressions, and we can call it a day."
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and became more motivated to do the next preparations. Feng Jing walked to the side by himself, took a sip of the water that the assistant handed over, and after a short break for two minutes, the director asked him to go and stand again.
"Emperor Feng, wait a minute! You just drank water, let me put on your makeup!" A short-haired girl on the scene ran towards Feng Jing with her cosmetic bag. Feng Jing nodded at her and said "thank you".
The sister's footsteps visibly staggered, she turned a blush from her bag, and colored Feng Jing's sexy lips little by little.
Hey, he is so handsome. If you can touch Feng Jing's face in this way, her ancestor must have done good deeds.
The director waited for her for a while, but finally couldn't stand it and said: "Okay, it's okay, you really are painting the wall." These little girls, too don't know how reserved, look at them, all the faces are written about wanting to get together. Go up and have a kiss.
The girl reluctantly withdrew her hand and walked aside with her cosmetic bag.
The close-up shot went well. Feng Jing passed it once. After work was over, he did not go to dinner with everyone, but took the assistant's car and returned to the hotel to rest.
Although it was only an advertisement, he was still a little tired after shooting for a day.
Speaking of which, this advertisement is quite interesting. This is a series of advertisements for Bunny's latest lipstick, and his image is a vampire. For the first time playing this type of role, Feng Jing also found it quite new.
Coming out of the bathroom, Feng Jing wiped her hair while turning on the computer on the desk.
Ten days have passed since he won this year's Golden Pine Awards, but the popularity of discussions on the Internet has not yet fallen. Most of the credit for this should probably be attributed to King Mo Tian Wang's poisonous fan.
"If it wasn't because "The Actor" couldn't participate in the Golden Pine Awards, can Feng Jing be the actor? [Funny]"
"If you say this, then "Code Omega" hasn't had time to participate in the Golden Bull Award [Smile] Don't be too double-standard [smile]"
"Stop arguing, I'm at a loss with the burden..."
"There is even a double load of fans? Haha, they all climbed the wall from Mo Tianwang's side, and I am embarrassed to say it [smile]"
"It's not that I said, Mo Zhen is not a few years older than Feng Jing, but it has been 15 years since his debut. Many stars are his fans, and Feng Jing may be one of them [smile]"
"Haha." Feng Jing leaned back on the sofa, the cold light of the screen hit his angular face. Is he a fan of Mo Zhen? Do not make jokes. If Mo Zhen is a milestone in the showbiz and a goal everyone is striving for, he can still admit it, but he is a fan of Mo Zhen? Sorry, there is no such thing. :)
However, he likes to watch netizens pinch each other on Weibo, because he can learn a lot of new things from the word "Drug Wei", which he has recently learned. And some netizens have special ideas, such as those who sign up for the following Weibo—
Did Mo Zhenfen and Feng Jingfen pinch each other today: pinch. [Eat melon]
Regarding the fact that he would be dissed by some Mo Zhenfen, it was a bit surprised to be honest. Mo Zhen was too long before his debut. In terms of status, he is still not comparable to him now, but since he won the actor, This part of the fans never stopped. Could it be because the time he took the actor and Mo Zhen was too close
Feng Jing was still looking at Weibo, when the hotel door was knocked suddenly.
He subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was already 11:40. Who else will come to him at this time
It must not be his assistant, he has the key to his room.
He sat on the sofa thinking for a while, or got up and walked over: "Who?"
"Emperor Feng, it's me, Zhu Shuyan." A soft voice came from outside the door.
Zhu Shuyan. Feng Jing's eyes moved. She is the heroine of this advertisement, a Chinese-Russian model who has been very popular recently.
"Miss Zhu, what's the matter with you?"
The person outside the door was silent for a while, and when they spoke again, their voice was a bit more sexy than before: "Is there something wrong, is it convenient to open the door for a chat?"
Feng Jing said: "I'm sorry, I've already fallen asleep. If it's not a particularly urgent matter, I will come to the studio to talk again tomorrow, okay?"
"..." This time Zhu Shuyan was silent longer, holding a bottle of red wine in her hand, looking at the closed door in front of her with some disbelief. This man didn't even open the door to her? There is no such thing as a gentleman!
Or that the incomprehensible style is more appropriate.
There was more or less complaint and unwillingness in her heart, but she never stayed cheeky. Saying good night to the people in the door, Zhu Shuyan stepped on ten centimeter high heels and walked away. Hearing her footsteps go away, Feng Jing walked back to the living room. He yawned, turned off the computer on the desk, and lay down on the big hotel bed.
The wall clock on the wall was walking ticking, and Feng Jing was in a daze, hearing something in the room.
Is the assistant here
He frowned subconsciously and opened his eyes.
The viewing angle is unexpectedly low, as if lying on the ground, and the surrounding environment is also very strange—a fairly spacious living room, a low glass coffee table, and a set of comfortable-looking sofas. The room looks very new and is well decorated. The furniture and the large chandelier above are all in a very small and fresh style.
Obviously, this was not the hotel room the crew had booked for him.
No, wait, why is it all black and white? ?
He blinked hard, and the scenery in front of him remained unchanged. The three-color world of black, white and gray looked like an old TV in the 1960s.
Feng Jing: "..."
He must be asleep.
He closed his eyes and prepared to go to sleep for a while, and then heard the sound of the door opening.
With a "click", it seemed that even his heart jumped.
Ok. He struggled for a few seconds, but still opened his eyes.
It was still the same room just now, the only difference was that a woman in pajamas walked out of the bathroom.
A light-colored towel was wrapped around her head, revealing a slender neck. The drops of water that fell down a few strands of hair dripped on her beautiful collarbone, and finally rolled into the collar.
Feng Jing: "..."
This picture is too glamorous... Could it be that he had this kind of dream because Zhu Shuyan came to him just now
"Two yellows." The woman stepped on a pair of bow-tie sandals on her feet and walked in his direction, "What are you looking at? I'm not going to sleep yet."
She squatted down, bent over and rubbed the head of Erhuang.
Feng Jing: "..."
He looked at her collar that was open because she was bent over, and found that this perspective was a bit better.
… Feng Jing was lost in thought.
He has always been a self-disciplined person, and spring has long passed, why does he have... this kind of dream.
After the woman rubbed his head, she turned and went to the kitchen. She washed her hands and took out a facial mask from the refrigerator.
Feng Jing raised his head and looked at her—a beautiful woman with a height of about 1.68 meters, soft facial lines, delicate facial features, and her skin that can be broken by bombs. But he has never seen her, why did he dream of her for no reason? And according to his experience, the human face in the dream is very vague. Why is this woman's face so clear
Speaking of it, this dream is also very real. When the woman touched his head just now, he could even feel the temperature of her palm.
Well, the scent of shower cream on her body is also so real.
After the woman put the mask on her face, she walked to a nearby room, and Feng Jing stood up straight subconsciously, and followed her behind her. I don't know why, there is a breath in the woman that makes him want to get close. She seemed to be aware of the movement behind her, and the woman turned her head and looked at him. Because of the mask on her face, her words became stiff: "Er Huang, what to do with me, it's past twelve o'clock, go Sleep."
"Wang!" Feng Jing opened his mouth, subconsciously spit out the word "Wang".
Feng Jing: "..."
This dream was beyond his imagination. He turned his head calmly and looked at his figure reflected on the glass in the living room.
A handsome Chinese pastoral dog.
The tail was still wagging.
Feng Jing: "..."
He must have been too enterprising in acting as a vampire to have this fantastic and charming dream.
Well, it must be so.
He glanced at the woman again, then turned back to the den where he had been lying on his stomach.
Go to sleep so that you can wake up early. Although this woman is pretty, he still doesn't want to become a dog-even in a dream.