Feng Jing woke up on the big bed of the hotel.
He pressed the alarm clock on his phone, it was exactly six o'clock.
After being dizzy for two seconds, Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his hands and feet.
"..." 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 on the pillow.
Sure enough, it was just a dream.
He inexplicably thought of the slender neck of the woman in his dream and her beautiful collarbone.
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 think seriously about whether he should find someone.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Feng Jing glanced at the door. It was his assistant who came.
"Rice noodles." He cried lazily, rubbing his hair and sat up. Michelle is his assistant. His surname is Mi, and his name is Xier. He is a Chinese. Let's not talk about why a Chinese should take a foreign name. With the name "rice noodles", he wants to eat rice noodles every time he says it.
"Mi Xian'er, I had a fantastic dream last night. I dreamt that I became a dog." Feng Jing said to Michelle while changing clothes.
Michelle stood in the doorway, staring at him complicatedly. Feng Jing put on his shirt and glanced at him strangely: "What's the matter?"
Michelle walked forward quickly, turned on the tightly pinched phone, and handed it to him: "You didn't dream, you just became a dog!"
Feng Jing was stunned for a moment, and was quickly attracted by the video on the phone. The video was obviously recorded last night, and he was still wearing the pajamas just now. But in the video, he was running on the ground with his hands and feet together, and his mouth barked constantly, just like... a mentally retarded person.
Feng Jing: "..."
He must have not woken up yet.
"I know that there is a section in your acting class called liberating nature, but you... is too liberated!" Recalling the scene last night, Michelle still has lingering fears, "You have lost your senses. Same, there is no way to communicate. In the end, I knocked you out and stopped."
"..." Feng Jing raised his head to look at him, "No wonder I feel a bit pain in the back of my head, so you knocked it?"
"... I, I can't help it!" Michelle still feels vain about knocking out the boss, "Let you go crazy, what if you bring other people in the hotel? Fortunately, it's only me. One sees it!"
Feng Jing pursed his thin lips slightly, thinking about this bizarre thing. The most scientific explanation now is that he became a dog in his dream, and he also showed the behavior in the dream.
However, he has no experience of sleepwalking.
Michelle saw that he didn't pursue his fainting, and he secretly relieved: "Feng, are you under too much pressure recently? I know that after you got the actor, there are some Mo Tianwang fans on the Internet. The words are a bit too radical, or you should stop surfing the Internet during this time."
Feng Jing nodded slowly: "Um..."
Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Michelle felt uneasy: "I will report this to Qin Dong now."
Feng Jing immediately came back to his senses: "No, I'm just too involved in filming, so I don't need to report to Qin Fan on such trivial matters."
"No." Michelle shook his head firmly, "Qin Dong specifically confessed when we left, you must report to him regardless of the details."
Feng Jing: "..."
With so many artists under Qin Fan, how could Xianxin care about him so much
He put his hand on Michelle's shoulder and smiled at him: "Mi Xian, I hope you can understand that I am your immediate boss."
"... But, but my salary was issued by Qin Dong." Michele was not afraid of power and kept the bottom line.
Feng Jing increased the strength in his hand and smiled deeper and deeper: "But it is me who decides whether to continue to pay you. What do you think?"
"..." Michelle swallowed, "I think you are right."
"Very good." Feng Jing loosened his shoulders and continued to change his clothes.
Michelle let out a sigh of relief, and the aura of the actor was too powerful.
After having breakfast in the hotel, Michelle drove Feng Jing to today's filming location. Today's filming was carried out in the old castle, and Feng Jing also had to put on a vampire makeup.
The makeup artist was still the same girl from yesterday, and she kept shaking with excitement when she gave Feng Jing the vampire dentures. Michelle watched with trepidation: "Xiao Xu, be careful, don't shake your hands!"
"Oh oh oh, I will try my best!"
Michelle: "..."
After Feng Jing's fangs were fixed, Zhu Shuyan also came to the set. When she saw Feng Jing, she was surprised by his makeup. This man is really handsome and sexy, with perfect facial features, no wonder fans always compare him to Mo Zhen. But after what happened last night, she was inevitably embarrassed, but Feng Jing seemed to be okay, and politely greeted her: "Miss Zhu, good morning. What did you call me last night? Now we can talk."
Zhu Shuyan: "..."
Did he do it on purpose
The little makeup artist and Michelle next to her stood up. Last night, did Zhu Shuyan go to Feng Jing?
Zhu Shuyan saw their little movements. She pursed her red lips and smiled towards Feng Jing: "It's okay. It's just that I was too involved in the show last night. It was a little scary to stay alone in the hotel room."
"That's it, you can listen to music or drink a cup of hot milk to ease your emotions."
"I see, thank you." Zhu Shuyan smiled reluctantly, and walked aside to put on makeup.
Michelle approached Feng Jing and asked him in a low voice: "Did Zhu Shuyan come to you last night?"
"Ok."
"Then what?"
"I didn't open the door for her."
"..." Michelle was silent for a while, thinking about whether this matter should be reported to Dong Qin, "I don't think it seems appropriate for you to ask it this way, so many people are listening."
Feng Jing said: "I don't know if it is suitable, but I will definitely not come to me again after I know her."
Michelle: "..."
It's still a deep actor's routine.
Because the ad was set by a vampire, most of the shooting took place at night. When the crew closed, it was already eleven. Feng Jing returned to the hotel directly after removing her makeup. Today, he didn't go to Weibo anymore. After taking a shower, he just lay on the bed-and drank a cup of hot milk.
There won't be any strange dreams anymore.
Drowsiness soon came, and Feng Jing closed his eyes drowsily, and a sudden scream from a woman in his ear pulled him out of his sleep.
… what's the situation
He frowned and opened his eyes, then the corner of his eyes jumped.
He's here again, here again in the living room yesterday! He hasn't read Weibo anymore, why did he still have this dream!
This time he is no longer lying in the den in the living room, but curled up on the sofa. The LCD TV not far away is playing a movie.
"Ah!" The person behind him yelled again as the figure suddenly appeared in the camera.
Feng Jing turned around, and the goal was indeed the face of the woman yesterday.
There may be another scary scene on the TV. The woman's hands hugged him tighter, and his back was attached to a soft object.
Feng Jing: "..."
"Hitomi Hitomi."
This voice caught Feng Jing's attention, and he turned his head to the direction of the TV again, and he saw Mo Zhen's face as expected.
This is a movie starring Mo Zhen, "Ghost School". It is said that he specifically took this subject in order to break through himself. Feng Jing watched for a while. Although the film turned black and white in his eyes at this time, it did not prevent him from observing Mo Zhen's acting skills.
Unlike his academic background, Mo Zhen debuted when he was 16 years old. Naturally, he did not take long professional courses. His acting skills are basically honed in actual combat, and I have to say that he is a very talented person. High actor.
Some people in this world are born for the stage.
A weird soundtrack sounded in the room, and the movie tried hard to render an atmosphere of horror. The emotions of the woman behind him were quickly infected by the movie, and she lay him in her arms to death. The soft touch is more vivid, and the hair with the fragrance of green orange exudes from the tip of his nose, which spares no effort to stimulate his nerves.
"..." He is a healthy and healthy man, even if he becomes a dog in his dream, he is also a healthy and healthy dog.
In order to avoid any reaction she shouldn't have, Feng Jing struggled in her arms.
"Don't move, doggy." The woman rubbed him dissatisfiedly.
Feng Jing: "..."
Wasn't it still the second yellow yesterday? Why did it become a dog egg today
Women can be fickle.
But it was imperative to escape from her arms quickly, and Feng Jing struggled harder.
"Wang Wu!" With a sudden force, he jumped out of her arms. The woman looked at him, frowning slightly: "What are you running? It will be over immediately. I dare not look at it alone when you leave."
Feng Jing: "..."
Then you go to bed early. Is it exciting to watch ghost movies by yourself in the middle of the night
Well, it seems to be a little exciting.
But forgive him for not being able to accompany him, he just wants to wake up from his dream as soon as possible.
Seeing that it was lying there with her eyes closed, she curled her lips, took a cushion next to her, and hugged it in her arms.
Feng Jing fell asleep in a daze again, and when he opened his eyes again, he was still woken up by the six o'clock alarm clock he set.
Looking at the ceiling of the hotel room, Feng Jing looked a bit obscure.
Why did he have this strange dream for two consecutive days? Is it to give him any indication? Then should he find someone to help him interpret his dreams
"President Feng, are you awake?" Michelle knocked on the door and walked in from outside. Feng Jing sat on the small sofa in front of the window and watched him without speaking. Michelle sat down across from him and asked him, "Did you dream of becoming a dog again last night?"
Feng Jing's thin lips pursed slightly: "What did you record again?"
Michelle turned on the phone and handed it to him.
This is a new video. In his pajamas, he ran for a while with hands and feet like the day before, and then squatted on the sofa to spare himself.
"Last night was better than the night before. I coaxed and went to sleep. I stayed here until you fell asleep before leaving."
Feng Jing's face was not so good, he threw the phone back to Michelle and leaned on the sofa.
What exactly is going on