Jiang Ran is very busy these days. As the Qixi Festival approaches, orders have increased a lot. She has to stay up late to count today's orders, and then pack them all out tomorrow.
A new message was received on the WeChat web page.
Little sweet potato: Honey, are you still asleep
Da Ke Ke Purchasing: No, I am staying up late to count orders [cover face]
Little sweet potato: Oh, it’s been hard [covering face] That... I would like to ask the 0.01mm sleeve you sent last time. Have you ever used [shy], is it really not broken? [shy]
Da Ke Ke Daigou: I... I have no chance to use...
Little sweet potato: Hahahahaha, don't be discouraged, it's going to be Qixi Festival soon, come on!
Jiang Ran: "..."
Da Ke Ke Daigou: That one has been pressure tested and the quality is guaranteed. If you want to buy it, hurry up. I have sold a lot these days, and there are only three boxes left in stock [cover face]
Little sweet potato:… It seems that everyone is working hard, give it to me [cover face]
Da Ke Ke Purchasing: Okay
As soon as Jiang Ran hit the Enter key, he heard some voices behind him. She turned her head to take a look, and found that her little dog had sneaked in.
"Er Huang, didn't I tell you that this room is filled with commodities, can't you come in?" Jiang Ran got up and hugged it.
Feng Jing: "..."
wait! He can see the address immediately!
"Go out to play, no, go to bed early." Jiang Ran hugged the dog outside and closed the door smoothly.
Feng Jing: "..."
He looked at the closed door and felt so desperate for the first time in his life.
But he is not a man who admits defeat easily. This room is not allowed to enter, and there are other rooms to enter. He shook his tail and ran into Jiang Ran's bedroom.
There was only a bedside lamp in the master bedroom, which was not particularly bright. There was a large wardrobe next to the wall, then a bed, and a dressing table next to it. The original balcony was transformed into a study room, with only a desk and a bookcase. Feng Jing walked to the bookcase and took a look. There were many professional translation books and two thick Japanese dictionaries in it.
On the side of the bookcase, there is a poster of Mo Zhen.
Feng Jing: "..."
On the day she watched "Ghost School", he should have guessed that she was a fan of Mo Zhen.
Feng Jing was inexplicably angry. Speaking of the grudge between him and Mo Zhen, it did not start when he was dissed by Mo Zhen's fans, but can be traced back to the period when he was studying at the Film Academy.
Before he graduated at the time, his sister submitted his resume to King Kai, on the grounds that she would have more opportunities to get in touch with Mo Zhen through him.
Oh, my sister.
Feng Jing was very angry when he learned about this incident. Out of rebelliousness, he resolutely signed a contract with Kaihuang's hostile company-Tianqin Entertainment.
After taking the actor, he was stunned by Mo Zhen's fans, and now he saw Mo Zhen's poster in this woman's bedroom.
Why is Mo Zhen so lingering!
Feng Jing's head became hot, and he jumped up with a loud voice, and with his sharp teeth tore off a piece of Mo Zhen's poster.
When Jiang Ran came in, Mo Zhen's poster had been torn into a shredder.
Jiang Ran: "..."
"Dogdan! Are you going to rebel!" She put the computer in her hand on the desk and was so angry that she almost suffered a myocardial infarction. "Do you know how boring my work is? Whenever I can't translate, I will read it. Look at this poster to regulate emotions!"
Feng Jing: "..."
He felt that the scenery outside the window should be better.
"I will kick you out of the warehouse, and you will be angry, right? You will have no dog biscuits tomorrow!"
Hearing that tomorrow's dog biscuits were gone, Feng Jing didn't fluctuate in his heart, and even flicked his tail.
Jiang Ran: "..."
What happened to her dog? It was not like this before!
"That's your favorite dog biscuit!"
Oh.
Feng Jing still looked fearless.
Jiang Ran: "..."
Oh, dog.
She cleaned up the "wreckage" of the poster, put on a hair tie and started washing. Feng Jing jumped onto the bay window and watched Jiang Ran eat a bag of multivitamins, then applied lotion, essence water, night lotion, night repair cream to his face in turn, and finally put on a lip mask.
Worthy of being a purchasing girl, she flies so fine.
But judging from what she said just now and the books in the bookcase, the purchasing agent is only her part-time job, and her own job should be a translation or something.
After Jiang Ran finished skin care, seeing that her dog hadn't left, she frowned and called him: "Dogdan."
To be honest, Feng Jing still hasn't figured out whether this dog is called Erhuang or Gougan.
"Why are you still here, go back to your doghouse."
"Wang." Feng Jing yelled lazily, lying still on the bay window. The bay window of Jiang Ran's master bedroom was made of tatami mats, so it was very comfortable on her stomach. Feng Jing didn't want to go back to the doghouse in the living room at all.
Jiang Ran: "..."
This is not her dog, her dog is obviously very obedient!
But seeing that it had closed its eyes and started to doze, Jiang Ran was no longer able to quarrel with it. She turned off the light and put on her blindfold, yawned and started to sleep.
Feng Jing on the bay window opened his eyes in the dark, glanced at her, and closed his eyes again.
When the alarm clock went off the next day, Feng Jing stretched out his hand lazily. Before touching the alarm clock, the ringing stopped. He opened his eyes suspiciously and saw Michelle standing beside him with a dark face.
"... Rice noodles, this is very scary early in the morning."
"It was scary last night, okay!" Michelle rolled up his sleeves indignantly and handed his arm to Feng Jing. "Look, you bit this last night!"
"..." Feng Jing sat up in silence, and saw two tooth marks on his white arms, "Your tooth marks don't look like human teeth."
"Yes! You didn't remove your makeup last night, and you bite over with vampire dentures!" When Michelle saw Feng Jing "become a dog" for the first time, he suspected that he was sleepwalking, but he clearly did last night. Sober, I was removing my makeup one second before, and suddenly went crazy the next second! He also checked the situation on the Internet, and some information said that it was too much work pressure during the day, and the pressure was vented in this way at night.
Is the total pressure on Feng really that great? It seems that he still cares too little about him!
Feng Jing now had a row of ellipsis in his heart, and he thought it was likely that his appearance scared the dog last night. He pondered for a while, and said to Michelle: "Sorry, I might be really into the show."
"You should bite your neck when you enter the play..." Michelle put down his sleeves, and remembered another thing, "By the way, we were so loud last night that Zhu Shuyan was attracted."
Feng Jing frowned: "She didn't see anything, did she?"
"Don't worry, I didn't let her in, but there is no way to continue this way."
Feng Jing raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and sighed, "This commercial will be finished soon. It will be fine when we return to City A."
Michelle followed him with a sigh: "I hope so, I think you should go to the doctor to see it."
"... Well, I will."
Although there was a lot of trouble at night, the filming of the next day had to be carried out normally. I don't know if it is Feng Jing's illusion. He always feels that Zhu Shuyan's eyes are weird when he sees him and Michelle today. He took advantage of the break and asked Michelle: "Mi Xian'er, do you think Zhu Shuyan's eyes look weird?"
"Is there?" Michelle subconsciously glanced in Zhu Shuyan's direction. The other party was sitting in a chair to apply makeup, "No, it should be your illusion."
"… "Yes? "What the hell did you tell her yesterday?"
Michelle recalled, and said: "I didn't say anything, I just said we were beating cockroaches."
Feng Jing: "..."
Why don't you talk about hitting mice
"Starting!" The director yelled, and Feng Jing went to work again.
Today's work ended slightly earlier than yesterday, and Feng Jing took off his makeup immediately. The dog's heart is fragile, and he can no longer stimulate it-not to mention that it is likely to be duped with dog biscuits today.
After taking a quick shower and changing into pajamas, Feng Jing lay on the bed upright.
At this time, Michelle was walking towards Feng Jing's room with the rope borrowed from the props. He thought about it carefully. It's still not a way for Feng Jing to be so upset every night. If he attracts people from the hotel like last night, there might be some moths out there. So he borrowed this rope, and if he was tied up while Feng was asleep, there shouldn't be any problems, right
Zhu Shuyan only returned to the hotel now and saw Michelle oncoming in the corridor. The corner of her eyes moved slightly, her eyes locked on the rope he was holding: "Mr. Mi, are you...?"
"..." Michel's mouth twitched, why is Zhu Shuyan always bumped into him? Fortunately, he was witty and quickly found an excuse: "Oh, did you mean this rope? Emperor Feng suddenly wanted to skip rope. At this time, I couldn't get him a skipping rope, so I had to find a prop and borrow a rope."
"... Oh, that's it." Zhu Shuyan smiled on her face, but couldn't help but complain in her heart. Who are you lie to? Rope skipping at night
"I sent it to the actor Feng first, he is still waiting." Michelle haha, and walked away like wind. Zhu Shuyan looked at his back, her expression getting more and more weird.
Michelle entered the room and went straight to Feng Jing's bedroom. Seeing him lying there with his eyes closed, he tentatively called out, "Feng President, are you asleep?"
Feng Jing's eyes opened with a "brush": "I was going to fall asleep, but you woke up again."
"... Oh, I'm sorry."
Feng Jing noticed the rope in his hand and asked strangely, "What are you doing with the rope?"
Michelle rubbed her hands and hesitated: "Yes, I have an immature bold idea. Should I tie you up while you fall asleep? So you won't run around."
"...Don't even think about it!" Feng Jing categorically refused. "Your idea is really bold. You want to tie up your boss?"
"No, no, no." Michelle waved his hands again and again in fright. "I'm not afraid of making a big noise like yesterday. I don't dare to beat you, so I have to make a bad move."
"You're not only a bad idea, it's a bad idea at all." Feng Jingzheng said, suddenly tilted his head and fell asleep.
Michelle: "..."
This is... the long-lost one-second sleep trick
Feng Jing now calmly accepted the setting of suddenly becoming a dog. After two seconds of getting used to it, he found that the living room was very lively today, and there was still a man standing.
… How come there are men here? !