The scene was a little embarrassing for a while, neither of them spoke first.
Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door at the neighbor's house, Jiang Ran pulled Feng Jing over, and closed the door abruptly.
"Wow."
Er Huang watched them yell twice, Jiang Ran loosened Feng Jing's arm, turned his head and looked away: "Sorry..."
Feng Jing coughed and said, "It's okay."
The room became quiet again. Feng Jing caught a glimpse of Jiang Ran's lipstick and cards on the table, and his face burned a bit: "That..."
Jiang Ran followed his gaze, and his heartbeat was a little fast: "I just received this. Did you send it?"
"Ok… "
"So, you really are Feng Jing?" Although netizens have already concluded that Feng Jing is on the photo, they note that he did not admit it, but Feng Jing should have only the two things he sent to himself.
"Ok… "
"So... you keep wearing a mask?"
"Yeah..." Feng Jing's voice was too low. Although he had made sufficient psychological preparations on the way here, after seeing Jiang Ran, he found that all those preparations were in vain.
Jiang Ran stared at him for a while, and asked, "Can you take off your mask?"
"Yeah..." He found that he could not say anything other than "Yeah".
Jiang Ran tried to reach out his hand, and saw that Feng Jing didn't resist, and then slowly touched his ears and took off the ear straps of the mask. The man's face gradually appeared in front of her, with a tall nose, sexy thin lips, and a knife-like outline, which looked a bit sharp.
Jiang Ran held the mask and slowly withdrew her hand, Feng Jing looked at her, carefully watching her every move.
"It's really Feng Jing..." Jiang Ran muttered to herself for a while, her black eyes focused again, "Can you sign me?"
"..." Feng Jing imagined the scene of taking off his mask in front of Jiang Ran many times, but he never expected that the other party would play cards like this, "Yes, do you want to take another photo?"
"All right? Okay." Jiang Ran really ran to pick up the phone, and took a selfie with Feng Jing to herself.
"Sign your name on the card." She handed Feng Jing the pen and Bunny's customized card. Feng Jing took them one by one, and honestly signed them.
"Thank you." Jiang Ran took the card back, blew to the name just signed, raised his eyes and smiled at Feng Jing.
"... You're welcome." If she likes it, he can sign a hundred more.
"That's right." Jiang Ran put away the card and suddenly looked at Feng Jing and asked, "Mr. Feng, did you know me before?"
"Ok?"
"I don't know if you still remember it. When you returned to City A, you touched the head of a fan who was picking up the plane at the airport. That person is me." Jiang Ran originally regarded this as a coincidence, but later Feng Jing It’s a coincidence that I went to this community again and looked at the two things together. "Later you moved here again... Uh, although it seems shameless to think this way, I really think it’s a coincidence."
Feng Jing: "..."
The one who should come will always come. He thought for a while, and said to Jiang Ran: "I saw you at the airport at the first glance. I moved here because... You should have also heard that I am not in good health, so I went back to City A. During this time, I have been out of work, just want to take a rest in a different environment."
In the end, he adopted the same rhetoric to Qin Fan.
"That's it." Jiang Ran still had some doubts. The environment of their community is not particularly good. With the conditions of honoring, they can change to a better place to recuperate. But she has never been a person who likes to ask questions about other people's affairs. Since he said so, she listened so.
"I'm embarrassed to keep it from you for so long." Feng Jing's most worried thing is that Jiang Ran minds his concealment.
"It's okay, after all, you are a public figure, so you must pay attention to confidentiality." Jiang Ran didn't mind, if Feng Jing appeared in the community swaggeringly, it would be strange instead.
Feng Jing breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Ran is indeed a considerate and gentle girl! He was beaming and wanted to say a few more words to her, and the phone rang. Feng Jing took a look, smiled apologetically to Jiang Ran, and answered the phone: "What's the matter?"
"President Feng, haven't you found your things yet? Why don't you go up and find you for you?" The simple Michelle really thought that his family Feng Yingdi took things.
Feng Jing pursed his lips impatiently, and said to him, "No, I'll be down right away."
"Oh, okay."
Hanging up, Feng Jing looked at Jiang Ran on the opposite side; "Sorry, I'm leaving now."
"Ah, it's okay, you go ahead." Jiang Ran thought, a big star like Feng Jing must have a full schedule.
"Then..." Feng Jing felt a little bit disheartened, "I'll call again later."
"OK."
Feng Jing smiled at her, bowed his head and said something to Er Huang, turned and walked outside the door.
"Wait!" Jiang Ran quickly stopped him, "Mr. Feng, your mask."
Feng Jing turned around to take the mask and looked at Jiang Ran: "You can just call me by name."
"..." Jiang Ran swallowed his saliva, cleared his throat, and finally called out the name, "Feng Jing."
"Well, I'm here." Hopefully, every time Jiang Ran calls him, he is by her side.
After Feng Jing left, Jiang Ran began to wonder if everything just now was a dream of her own. But looking at the lipstick on the table and the card with Feng Jing's signature, she believed that everything just now was true.
That big star who can only be seen on the screen, has really been with her just now.
"Ah, Erhuang! Should I really buy a lottery ticket?" Jiang Ran picked up Erhuang and rubbed it hard.
"Wow." Er Huang squeezed out from under her hand, and Mao was messed up by her.
"Er Huang." Jiang Ran raised his hand again and pinched Er Huang's face. Seeing Erhuang's face being deformed by himself, Jiang Ran let out a chuckle.
Erhuang didn't resist at all in her arms, so he looked at her with big eyes open, as if saying that you were happy.
Jiang Ran ravaged Erhuang a lot, and his eyes fell on the Serenade No.007 again. This color is really beautiful, the pink is tender and tender, and it looks very sweet.
She picked up the lipstick and walked to the makeup mirror, ready to apply it.
This one should be the one Feng Jing used.
She twisted her mouth red, and there was indeed a trace of use on it.
The ointment was rubbed little by little from his lips, just like Feng Jing's lips were rubbed from above. Jiang Ran blushed instantly, and there was a small deer bumping into his head.
She wiped a thin layer, she looked at herself in the mirror, and felt that No.007 was amazing. After the application, she also brought her own blush effect.
She didn't think about the deep meaning of the lipstick and lipstick that Feng Jing gave her, maybe, just to apologize to her.
After Feng Jing left Jiang Ran's house, he went back to Huadu directly. He has been scripted at home these days, but holding the script today, Jiang Ran's face always appears.
Today is not enough time, and she just learned her identity, she should leave more time to buffer her, and wait for a suitable time later, maybe they can talk about... in love
When Feng Jing first met Jiang Ran, he had an inexplicable affection for her. He couldn't tell whether it was Erhuang's remaining affection on him or his own, but it didn't matter to him. Jiang Ran is the type he likes, and the more he touches, the more he discovers that there is more attraction to her. He likes her. He has never doubted that.
"Mi Nian'er, have you ever been in love?" Feng Jing asked suddenly, sitting on the sofa.
This is the third time Feng Jing has brought up the topic of love with himself recently. Michelton started to cheer up: "President Feng, if you really want to fall in love, just tell Qin Dong, he should understand. ."
Feng Jing put down the script, looked at him and said, "I'm asking you."
Michelle flattened his mouth and said, "When I was in college, I liked a classmate in our class."
"What then? Did you confess to her?"
"No, she has a boy she likes, so I can only look at her secretly."
"... You are too scared."
"..." Michelle's heart was pricked fiercely, and tears almost fell, "If I grow up like you, I would dare to confess to her."
"... Love is not just about appearance."
"... Well, I'll look at the others after looking at the appearance."
"..." I felt unable to refute, "Then have you never confessed to anyone?"
Michelle recalled for a while, and said: "In elementary school, I seemed to have confessed to the learning committee of our class."
"... Your relationship sprouted quite early." Feng Jing raised his eyebrows lightly, "How did you confess?"
"It's been so many years, who remembers, it's nothing more than I like you." Michelle said this, suddenly happy, "Feng President, don't you want to confess to someone?"
"I'll just ask casually."
"..." Michelle didn't believe it. He felt that Feng Jing must have moved the heart of the mortal, although he still has no clue about the person who moved his mortal's heart. "To be honest, a good-looking person does not need to confess. It’s okay to kiss you directly."
Feng Jing: "..."
Is it such a rogue? But he still likes something...
"Are there any suggestions for a gentleman?" He still reluctantly rejected Michelle's somewhat tempting proposal.
"Then send things step by step and make appointments for dinner, and when the atmosphere is good, you can take them down in one fell swoop." Michelle finished speaking, looking at Feng Jing with wide eyes, "So I can ask, who is the other party?"
"Who? I just ask casually."
Michelle: "..."
Liar!
But when it comes to giving things away, this reminds Feng Jing that he hasn't used Dakoko Daigou's circle of friends for a long time. He boarded WeChat and took a look around, and found that they had recently released a series of brand Christmas limited editions.
Feng: Miss Jiang, are you there
Da Ke Ke Daigou: Yes, you can call my name directly
Seal: Good [cute]
Feng: I saw Fleur's Christmas limited suit that you posted. How about this one
Da Ke Ke Daigou: Very good, the Christmas box is very cute, and Fleur's stuff is suitable for all skin types, except for the expensive, there are no shortcomings [cover face]
Feng: Haha, ok, then I book a set, should I have enough money with you
Da Ke Ke Daigou: Enough, Christmas boxes are all medium and small samples
Da Ke Ke Daigou: But you don’t live here anymore. After I buy it, where can I send it to you
Enclosure: No need to send
Da Ke Ke Daigou: Huh? ?
Feng: Just leave it with you, for you