Midnight Cinderella

Chapter 52: Fifty-first night

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Feng Ya's words were beyond Jiang Ran's expectation. The Feng family's people were really gentle. She raised her head and smiled at Feng Ya: "If you have a good man, you should save it to yourself first, I believe Feng Jing will wake up."

"Yeah." Feng Ya also laughed. She put the snack she brought on Jiang Ran's table and waved to her, "Then I won't bother you to rest, you can eat something more, let the auntie pick up the plate tomorrow. That's it."

"good."

Jiang Ran watched her go out with a cane, and ate something again if it wasn't enough to worry them. In the evening, Dr. Ji's words kept echoing in her mind, and she couldn't fall asleep.

"Wang Wu." Feng Jing jumped onto the bed, lying next to Jiang Ran. Jiang Ran has been unhappy since returning from the hospital, he is very worried about her. Jiang Ran stretched out his hand from the bed and rubbed it: "Er Huang, what if Feng Jing really can't wake up?"

"Wang." No. He licked her.

Feeling the comfort from Erhuang, Jiang Ran smiled: "Well. Go to bed early, maybe there will be good news when you get up tomorrow?"

"Wang." Feng Jing shook his tail and fell asleep next to her.

The next day, Jiang Ran was awakened by the barking of a dog. She opened her eyes in a daze, and mumbled: "Two yellows?"

The barking of the dog continued, and there was a more tragic trend, Jiang Ran was immediately awakened.

"Er Huang?" She sat up and looked in the room. Erhuang, who slept next to her last night, didn't know when she was gone. She put on her robe and stepped on the short fleece slippers and walked out.

On the corridor, the aunt Feng who was responsible for cleaning was fighting with the "two yellows". Jiang Ran was taken aback for a moment, and walked up quickly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wang Wang!" Seeing Jiang Ran coming, Feng Jing shook away his aunt's hand and ran to her.

It's the big winter now, but the house has enough heating. Auntie has been sweating profusely after spending so long with the dog just now. She wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand, and said to Jiang Ran: "Madam asked me to take a bath for it, but it won't let me touch it alive and well."

"Wang!" Feng Jing yelled at her unhappily. Of course he wouldn't let her touch him. Even if he became a dog now, he wouldn't let a woman touch him casually! Not to mention the privacy of taking a bath!

Jiang Ran knelt down and rubbed the Erhuang, soothing it, the barking of the dog finally stopped. Erhuang really should take a bath, and the Fengjia is so clean, it is not good to be soiled by it.

"Let me wash it, Erhuang may be a little shy."

"..." It is so shy, it is clearly afraid of her rape it, "Well, everything is inside, I will go to other things first."

"Okay." Jiang Ran stood up and said to Erhuang, "Erhuang, come and take a bath."

"Wow!"

Feng Jing followed her up and down. Jiang Ran didn't bring the dog shower gel when he came. He didn't expect Feng Jia to help her prepare it. Auntie folded the clean towels neatly on one side, Jiang Ran touched them, the fabrics were very soft.

"Er Huang, come here." Jiang Ran turned on the water, tested the water temperature first, and then asked Er Huang to jump into the small bathtub. Fearing that the current would irritate it, Jiang Ran also blocked the lotus with his hand, allowing the water to flow out of her fingers, gently washing Erhuang's body.

Feng Jing grumbled in comfort, and Jiang Ran couldn't help but smile as he looked at it with enjoyment. When Erhuang first came, she often bathed her and took a lot of pictures of her. Yan Huanhuan said she was exactly the same as those who bathed her baby. Later, Erhuang was slightly older, and she would also send it to the beauty salon to take a bath. She thought they were more professional.

She still remembers how surprised the people in the beauty salon were when they saw her take a dog to bathe for the first time. Maybe she is the only visitor of this beauty salon who brings a dog to bathe.

However, in Jiang Ran's eyes, Erhuang's appearance is definitely not lost to those foreign dogs.

"Second Huang, close your eyes." She rubbed the shower gel on Erhuang's fur, and soon a lot of bubbles formed. The dog's whole body is wrapped in white bubbles, very cute, Jiang Ran couldn't help but want to take pictures of it.

But because she didn't carry the phone with her, she had to give up the idea.

Feng Jing squatted in the bathtub, rubbed very comfortably by Jiang Ran's hands, so comfortable... It reminded him of an embarrassing scene from a long time ago.

"..." He was agitated, and instantly recovered.

If it becomes hard under Jiang Ran's hands, he will not live!

So it was originally an enjoyable scrub, and under Feng Jing's guard like an enemy, it passed like on pins and needles.

Seeing that Erhuang's body had been stretched straight, Jiang Ran asked him suspiciously, "Is it because I feel uncomfortable?"

"..." No, he was just afraid of being too comfortable.

Erhuang's expression was still very solemn, Jiang Ran didn't rub it anymore, and directly washed out the bubbles on it. After washing it, she wrapped the Erhuang with a towel and wiped off the excess water on her body, before she carried it back to her room and blown her hair.

The freshly washed fur was soft and fluffy, and Feng Jing shook the fur comfortably, reminding Jiang Ran of the shampoo advertisement-silky smooth.

"Okay, it's so beautiful!" Jiang Ran hugged the cleanly washed little yellow dog and rubbed it in his arms.

"Wang!" Feng Jing's tail kept shaking.

After Jiang Ran rubbed the dog, he still couldn't help taking a photo of it. Erhuang still has a full sense of the lens, even trying to widen his eyes.

What a scheming dog.

"Okay, you're good at home, I'm going to the hospital." Jiang Ran said and changed clothes directly in the bedroom, Feng Jing had to turn her back in silence.

When will I become a human being? It's so sad.

After Jiang Ran left, Feng Jing spent a long time thinking in the room, as if he could only find Chang Xin's god stick. He glanced at Jiang Ran's computer and jumped onto a chair. As soon as I poke the computer open with my paw, someone knocked on the door twice, and then my mother shut the door and walked in.

"Wang." Feng Jing still maintained the original posture, and yelled at her innocently.

Mama Feng didn't speak, but smiled at him.

In the hospital, Jiang Ran met Michelle who also came to visit today. In the past few days, except for her and Mama Feng who came every day, it was Michelle who ran the most diligent. Michelle always blamed himself for Feng Jing falling down the mountain. Although Qin Fan and Feng's family didn't say anything about him, it would make him even more uncomfortable.

"Miss Jiang is good." Michelle greeted Jiang Ran and gave up his seat.

Jiang Ran did not sit either, just walked to the bed and looked at Feng Jing. He was still like that, with his eyes closed, and he didn't mean to wake up at all.

Michelle didn't want to disturb her, so he said, "Since you are here, I will go first. It just so happened that the aunt said that he would prepare some more clothes for him. I will go to his house and bring some things."

The "home" he was talking about was the home of Feng Jing's Nanting Huadu. Since Feng Jing was hospitalized, no one has gone back there. He still has to go and take a look and take care of it.

When Jiang Ran heard him say this, he said: "I'll go with you."

"No need, I can do this little thing myself."

"It's okay, it's okay for me to sit here anyway, I can help you get things, and we'll come back together later."

Michelle thought for a while and said, "Well, you haven't been to the house in Fengzong Huadu, right? You can just go and see it."

"Okay." Jiang Ran took another look at Feng Jing, who was drowsy, and followed Michelle out.

Michel drove the nanny car that the company gave to Feng Jing. There were many things Feng Jing would use in the car, such as black masks and peaked caps. Jiang Ran remembered the moment she and Feng Jing had met, and couldn't help but smile: "Michel, you were the one who helped Feng Jing move."

"Yes, I couldn't figure out why he moved there at that time, it turned out to be to see you."

Jiang Ran was stunned: "What do you mean? Didn't he say that he went there to recuperate?"

"Huh?" Michelle was also puzzled. "Did you not know him when he moved there?"

Jiang Ran shook his head: "I don't know him."

"Then... This is probably fate."

Although the house in Nanting Huadu is also a villa, it is far from an exaggeration of the mansion of Fengjia. This building is very large, and it is full of small western-style buildings, with two floors and three floors. The green area of the community is also very large, and the car driving in all the way is like driving into a garden, worthy of the name "Huadu".

This place is more suitable for recuperation than the community where she lives.

"The houses here are really beautifully repaired." Jiang Ran sighed.

Michelle nodded in agreement: "Yes, the quality is also very good, and the property is very responsible. Feng always likes it very much, saying that it is low-key and luxurious, like him."

"Puff." Jiang Ran was amused. These words really seemed like Feng Jing could say. "When the house here opened, I also paid attention to it, but I heard that the internal order is almost finished, and I can't afford it. "

Michelle blurted out: "It's okay, anyway, you will also move here in the future."

Jiang Ran was actually a bit shy when he said this, but thinking that he has now lived in the Fengjia mansion, it seems that there is nothing wrong with living here.

"The one in front is Feng's house."

Jiang Ran looked out the window, and Michelle drove into the garage next to a western-style building. There are also two Feng Jing's cars parked here, one is the Cayenne Jiang Ran has seen before, and the other is Maserati.

She got out of the car and visited Feng Jing's luxury car: "How many cars does he have in total?"

"Usually there are only four cars parked here. I don't know if there are any more cars there." Michelle got a good car, and Jiang Ran entered the building from the garage, "You can sit in the living room for a while, I Go and clean up."

"I'll go up with you."

"also."

The two walked to Feng Jing's master bedroom. Michel went to the cloakroom to clean up, and Jiang Ran turned around in the room. This room is bigger than the one he had in the house, but the layout and decoration are somewhat similar. She went to the window and opened the window to let the room ventilate.

This window is facing a desk, and there is only a laptop and a pen on the desk. Jiang Ran picked it up and looked at it, well, a brand-name fountain pen.

She carefully put the pen back to its original position and found that the drawer of the desk was slightly open. Under the gap is a piece of paper... Something like the letter she wrote to Feng Jing.

She opened the drawer and found that it was the letter she had written to Feng Jing, but he did not expect it to be stored in the drawer. Next to this letter, there was another envelope with a beautiful pen writing-Reply to Ms. Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran was taken aback for a moment, did Feng Jing write it to himself

The envelope was not sealed, so she took out the beige letter paper inside and unfolded it.

To Miss Jiang Ran:

See the word as meeting.

Hmm... Isn't this format wrong? To be honest, this is the first time I have written to someone so formally, but when I received your letter, I was very surprised. I thought that in this era of instant communication, no one would choose this traditional way of communication anymore. Up. But writing letters is undoubtedly more solemn than any other method. I thought for a long time and felt that only by writing a reply to you can I respond to your feelings.

I am a little embarrassed to say that my worst subject since I was young is composition. If I don't need to write composition, I can get a perfect score in Chinese. But Ms. Jiang is different from me. You should have been very good at writing since you were a kid, so you started working on literature when you grew up? You who are translating foreign literary works have a brilliant literary style. I hope my book will not make you laugh.

When I wrote this, I suddenly remembered that although I was not good at writing since I was a child, I still like to read. When I first saw a row of your translated books in Miss Jiang’s house, I realized that I was lucky. Have you read your translated work, is it a kind of fate

Ah, it seems to be a bit off topic. When I was a child, the Chinese teacher always said that I was too unreasonable to write, and I wrote where I thought about it.

So let's get back to business.

I also want to share my feelings with you in this letter.

When I first met Ms. Jiang, I felt that you were a very gentle person. Even when facing suspicious me wearing a mask and a hat, I was able to smile cordially. I know that there are always rumors about me among neighbors, and I am very thankful that Miss Jiang has not alienated me because of these rumors.

Later, we developed into couples, which to me were more like dream-like beautiful things. When I confessed to you, my heart was very disturbed. I don't know what I should do if you reject me.

Fortunately, you didn't, and you responded to my feelings in such a solemn way.

When I am with you, it is always very natural and very happy. It's a pity that I am busy at work and can't be by your side from time to time, but you have never complained about it. Sometimes I think, what kind of virtue did I accumulate in my previous life to have you as my girlfriend in this life

Although the time I have been in love with you is not long, I often fantasize about the future life of the two of us. I know you like to grow vegetables. My house has a 50-square-meter garden. I usually don’t have the energy to take care of it. You can just use it to grow your favorite vegetables—tomatoes, green peppers, lotus white, bitter gourd, eggplant... You want to grow Everything can be harvested on it.

The large balcony on the top floor can also be made into a small garden with a few chairs, a few potted flowers, and a swing. You can sit on the swing and read a book, Erhuang is playing on the side, and I, watching you on the side.

Our elders often say that love will one day lead a life, and lovers will eventually become relatives.

I don’t know if I have the honour to be family with you