Jiang Ran asked Uncle Zhou to take herself to the gate of the community and got out of the car. She took off her coat and thanked him.
"Er Huang, gone."
"Wang."
Uncle Zhou drove the car away watching one person and one dog walking away.
"Miss Jiang!" The guard at the gate saw Jiang Ran and immediately stopped her, "Your friend just came to find you and put your clothes and bags here with us."
Jiang Ran was stunned for a moment before remembering that she walked in a hurry from the wedding, didn't even take the bag, her key was still in the bag...
"Thank you." She put the white down jacket on her body and took the bag from the security guard. These must be sent by Yan Huanhuan.
After opening the door, Jiang Ran saw the small bench behind the door. The corner of her eyes jumped, she finally understood how Erhuang came out: "Erhuang, you are getting better and better."
"Wow." Feng Jing squatted on the ground, continuing to pretend to be cute.
Jiang Ran put the bench back in place and charged the phone. As soon as it was turned on automatically, the phone kept vibrating. Jiang Ran had a headache. She didn't care about the phone, and went back to the bedroom to take off her dress. Feng Jing, who was following her, was caught off guard and turned to the other side blushing.
After Jiang Ran changed his clothes, the vibration of the phone finally stopped. She checked the missed calls above, and... hundreds of WeChat messages.
Yan Huanhuan: Jiang Ran, where did you go? No clothes and bags
Yan Huanhuan: Why can't you get through on the phone
Yan Huanhuan: I put the things in your security
Yan Huanhuan: Fuck, Jiang Ran! I seem to see you on Weibo! Tell me it's not you!
Yan Huanhuan: Weibo said that you are Feng Jing’s girlfriend, angry [smile]
Jiang Ran sighed and dialed Yan Huanhuan's phone.
Yan Huanhuan answered almost in seconds: "You still know to call back!"
"I'm sorry..." Jiang Ran sat down directly on the ground, "It was turned off at the hospital before, and then the phone ran out."
"..." Yan Huanhuan was silent for a while before saying, "You really are in the hospital!"
Two photos of "Fengjing Girlfriend" widely circulated on Weibo, one with only the back view and the other with only half of the face, are not very easy to recognize, but she and Jiang Ran grew up together, Jiang Ran Lugen She might be able to recognize her fingers, not to mention that she was still wearing a bridesmaid's gown.
Because the clothes are really conspicuous, in Du Xiaoyoujian's wedding red envelope group, almost all of them are asking Feng Jing if his girlfriend is one of today's bridesmaids.
Jiang Ran hugged her leg and didn't speak. Feng Jing's agent told her when she was in the hospital today that if there is any rumors from the outside world, don't respond to it, and talk about everything when Feng Jing wakes up.
Feng Jing squatted next to Jiang Ran and nudged her. Jiang Ran raised his eyes to look at it, and rubbed it on its back.
"If you don't speak, I will treat it as your default! Fuck, where did you and Feng Jing meet? It was never the time when the airport touched their heads and hooked up, right?"
"Huanhuan, let's talk about these things later, I'm so tired today."
First, he was busy at the wedding, and then rushed to the hospital in a hurry, tossing all day.
"Okay..." Although Yan Huanhuan held back her words in her heart, she still endured it all, "How is Feng Jing now? Is he seriously injured?"
"The situation is stable now, but he hasn't woken up just after the operation."
"Oh... It's okay." Yan Huanhuan finished speaking and paused, "So you are Feng Jing's girlfriend?!"
Jiang Ran: "..."
The routines in the city are overwhelming.
After she hung up Yan Huanhuan's call, she told Zhao Ke that she would not ship the goods temporarily, so she returned WeChat. Looking at Feng Jing on the phone desktop, Jiang Ran's bright eyes moved slightly.
Although the doctor said that the operation went well, she was still very worried when she thought of Feng Jing's pale face. She clicked on the album and opened the video on the far right. This is a video that she recorded when Feng Jing came over last time while he was cooking. Obviously it hasn't been long, but now it seems to be so far away from the people on the screen.
"Wow, the dishes that the actor Feng cuts are not as good-looking as him."
"Is this the first time Feng Yingdi cooks?"
"I haven't counted it. I don't cook often, but I do it occasionally."
"Then who usually cooks for you?"
…
Jiang Ran watched as she watched and tears fell, and Er Huang's dog hair was wet. Feng Jing leaned in distressedly, licked the tears on her face, and whimpered a few times.
"Er Huang, do you think Feng Jing will be okay?" Jiang Ran wiped away tears, looking at Er Huang and asked.
"Wang Wang." No, didn't the doctors say everything is okay.
"Does he have any sequelae, such as amnesia after waking up?"
"... Wang." Probably not, after all, he still remembers clearly now.
After Jiang Ran cried, his mood finally became less depressed. She washed her face and went to the kitchen, preparing to stew some soup for Feng Jing, so that she could take it with her when she visited the doctor tomorrow.
Although she doesn't know if he will wake up tomorrow or drink soup.
After simmering Tang Xiaohuo on the stove, she finally sat down in front of the computer-she planned to go to Weibo to see what it was like on the Internet.
Unexpectedly, the computer screen lit up just as soon as I touched the mouse, and the page still stayed on her Weibo. Jiang Ran frowned. Didn't she turn off the computer when she left? No, she remembered that she was obviously closed. Even if she is really open, there is no way to explain the news about Feng Jing on the page now-when she left in the morning, Feng Jing hadn't had an accident, she couldn't have searched for him on the Internet at that time.
Feng Jing, who was squatting next to him, was frightened in cold sweat. After that, he was too anxious when he left and forgot to turn off the computer.
Jiang Ran turned his head as expected, staring at herself.
"Wang." I'm just a dog, I don't understand anything.
"..." Jiang Ran frowned slightly, looking at the dog in front of him, "Er Huang, did you turn on the computer?"
"Wow." I just accidentally poked the power button. I don't know anything else!
"Huh?" Jiang Ran was still observing it, thinking about what was going on.
Feng Jing was too guilty, but thinking of becoming a dog is something normal people would never think of. Even if she had doubts, she couldn't really believe it, so she was a little relieved.
Jiang Ran really felt that this incident was very bizarre. There were only two yellows at home, and the computer couldn't turn on itself. Even if you turn it on, you won’t open Weibo and search for Feng Jing’s accident, right
She remembered what Uncle Zhou had said in the car, and her dog had become a good one.
"... Erhuang, are you really refined?"
"Wow." What becomes fine? I do not understand.
Jiang Ran was very puzzled. Erhuang was obviously the biggest suspect... Suspect dog, he often saw himself turning on the computer, it is not surprising that he learned this action. As for searching Feng Jing, it should be a coincidence. Popular searches will appear in the search bar. Talking about it, it should just hit the mouse and clicked it.
In this way everything can be explained, at least better than her dog.
She refreshed the next page and didn't delve into it any further.
After a day's time, the news on the Internet has been updated for several waves, and now the most popular is the notice issued by Tianqin Entertainment, saying that Feng Jing is not dangerous and the operation went smoothly.
Netizens have said that Tianqin, go and burn Mr. Feng a high incense. Look at this year, the tram is stuck and the tram is down again, so you can't stand it. Others said that Tianqin's Fengshui was not good, and Feng Jing suggested that Feng Jing hop to Emperor Kai.
Except for this Weibo that reported on Ping An, the most popular one was "Feng Jing's girlfriend showed up in the hospital." On this point, netizens also hold different attitudes.
"Do you reporter still have any conscience? Feng Jing is still lying in the hospital, so you can't wait to use your "girlfriend" to get eyeballs? [anger]"
"Haha Yuji does not need a conscience! It only needs traffic!"
"Fans, just admit it, you have a girlfriend when you become the emperor [吃瓜]"
"Oh, sorry, I only care about Feng Jing's injuries, and don't care if he has a girlfriend [smile]"
"Why did this girl become a girlfriend? With so many family members, she can't be any relatives, she must be a girlfriend? You did it on purpose, disgusting!!"
"I don't understand, even if it's a girlfriend, what's the matter? Do you need to approve it?"
"There are so many melons that I have been honoring this year, I almost vomit..."
Jiang Ran watched for a while before turning off the computer. Feng Jing, who was lying on the side, also saw the comments on the Internet. This matter can only be solved when he wakes up.
Speaking of waking up... He should be back in his body once he wakes up, right? Well, it must be true.
It got dark early in winter, Jiang Ran set himself an alarm clock at six o'clock in the morning, and got into bed before nine o'clock. Seeing that she was going to bed so early, Feng Jing jumped onto the bay window.
One night Jiang Ran didn't sleep well, and the alarm clock she set was completely useless. She woke up before six o'clock. She got up, took a shower, simply had breakfast, changed clothes and brought soup, and was about to go to the hospital.
"Wang Wang." Feng Jing followed. The hospital didn't allow visits so early, right
Jiang Ran just wants to go to the hospital quickly, naturally, he doesn't care about this: "Er Huang, you are good, I will be back at noon, you take good care of your house, and you are not allowed to sneak out again."
"Wang!" Feng Jing wanted to follow her out, but was stopped. Seeing the door closed, he ran to the balcony. I wanted to see Jiang Ran, but as soon as I left, I found a few sneaky people downstairs. He almost recognized these people as reporters at a glance, and suddenly worried about Jiang Ran, who had just come downstairs.
Following the same method, he moved the stool to the door, Feng Jing opened the door, and chased Jiang Ran down.
As soon as Jiang Ran walked out of the building, she was surrounded by a few people who suddenly rushed out. She hadn't reacted yet, they had already taken out the camera like a trick, and snapped at herself.
"Hello, Miss Jiang, are you Feng Jing's girlfriend?"
"We learned that Feng Jing rented a house here. Is this a cover for him to have a private meeting with you?"
"How is Feng Jing's injury now? Will it affect the next shooting?"
"Are you going to the hospital now? Is this soup made for Feng Jing?"
"Where are you going? Do you plan to get married?"
Jiang Ran had never faced such a situation before, and was dumbfounded by their series of questions, and their dazzling flashes made her unable to open her eyes.
When Feng Jingping was dealing with these people
She had watched his video interviews, and Feng Jing under the lens was able to answer countless microphones and cameras without even blinking his eyes. However, when she really encountered this situation, she realized that it was not so easy at all.
"Bow!"
A dog suddenly rushed over like crazy and barked at the reporter. It stood in front of Jiang Ran, grinning, as if anyone dared to take a step forward, it would bite.
The reporter took a step back from his aura, but soon held up the camera to shoot again.
"Miss Jiang, is this the dog you and Feng Jing raised?"
"How long have you been together?"
Feng Jing knew these reporters too well, and they did everything to dig new articles, so how could they be afraid of a dog. He really wanted to go up and bite them, but he also knew that he bit down and they could make a big fuss again.
"I'm sorry to let you!" A man squeezed away from the reporter, grabbed Jiang Ran by the shoulder and led her back into the building. The reporter wanted to chase inside, but was blocked by the security guard who followed the man and pulled down.
Jiang Ran was taken all the way into the elevator by a man, only to see how far it was after a long time.
"Wow!" Feng Jing yelled at him unkindly. He Zhiyuan retracted his hand and smiled at Jiang Ran, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Ran shook his head and asked him: "Why are you here?"
He Zhiyuan said: "I was very worried about you when I saw the report on the Internet yesterday, but you didn't know how to send you a message. I just came over and have a look today. Fortunately, I'm here, otherwise the reporters won't eat you."
Jiang Ran lowered his eyes slightly and said to him, "Thank you just now."
"You are always so polite to me." He Zhiyuan smiled helplessly. The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, and He Zhiyuan followed Jiang Ran into the door. Feng Jing squatted beside Jiang Ran, and the dog looked at him staringly.
Perceiving its hostility, He Zhiyuan just smiled badly: "Are you okay?"
This was naturally to ask Jiang Ran, Jiang Ran said "um", and did not speak any more. He Zhiyuan looked at the soup in her hand and asked her, "Are you going to the hospital? How is Feng Jing?"
"It should be fine."
"Unexpectedly, he really is Feng Jing." After He Zhiyuan finished speaking, he was silent for a moment. "When the reporters are gone, I'll take you to the hospital."
"No, I can just go by myself." Jiang Ran really didn't want to bother him, after all, she had already rejected his confession before.
Knowing what she was thinking about, He Zhiyuan took the initiative to relieved: "You don't have to be embarrassed. Even if you can't be a couple, you can still be friends. We know each other somehow, shouldn't we have to die forever?"
Jiang Ran didn't say anything. He Zhiyuan could see that she was in a bad mood, so he said something about her embarrassment, trying to ease her mood: "And it's not the first time I have been rejected by a girl, I'm used to it. When I was in college, I liked a female classmate in my class. I finally added her WeChat account and didn’t know what to talk to. Because she was preparing for the sixth level of English at that time, I sent her a lot of English learning materials. , And then... She was with another student in our class."
Jiang Ran finally laughed, and Feng Jing looked at He Zhiyuan, thinking, brother, this is all based on ability.