Midnight Cinderella

Jiang Dye was very busy this time. Near the Qixi Festival, the order increased a lot. She had to stay up late to count the orders today, and then package them all tomorrow.

A new message was received on WeChat web version.

Small sweet potato: Dear, have you not slept yet?

Daxie Shopping: No, in the day and night statistics order [捂脸]

Small sweet potato: Oh, it’s hard [捂脸] That... I want to ask you the 0.01mm sleeve that you sent last time. Have you used it [shy] is it really not broken? [shy]

Daxie Shopping: I... no chance to use...

Small sweet potato: Hahahahaha, don't be discouraged, immediately on the Tanabata, come on!

Jiang Dian: "..."

Daxie Shopping: It is stress tested and the quality is guaranteed. If you want to buy it, hurry up. I have sold a lot in these days. There are only three boxes left in the spot [捂脸]

Small sweet potato: ... It seems that everyone is working hard, give it to me [捂脸]

Daxie Shopping: Ok

Jiang dyed just hit the Enter key and heard some sound coming from behind. She turned her head and saw that her little dog had slipped in.

"Two yellow, did not tell you that the goods are in this room, can't you come in?" Jiang dye got up and hugged it.

Feng Jing: "..."

wait! He can see the address right away!

"Go out to play, no, go to bed early." Jiang Dian took the dog outside the door and closed the door.

Feng Jing: "..."

He looked at the closed door and felt that life was so desperate for the first time.

But he is not a man who easily admits defeat. This room is not allowed to enter, and there are other rooms to enter. He licked his tail and went to Jiang dyed's bedroom.

There was only a bedside lamp in the master bedroom, not particularly bright. There was a large closet against the wall, then a bed, and next to it was a dressing table. The original balcony was converted into a study, with only a desk and a bookcase. Feng Jing went to the bookcase and smashed it. There were many translation professional books and two very thick Japanese dictionaries.

On the side of the bookcase, there is a poster of Mo Zhen.

Feng Jing: "..."

On the day she saw "Ghost School," he should have guessed that she was a fan of Mo Zhen.

It is very angry to be inexplicable. To talk about his grievances with Mo Zhen, it is not from his discis that Mo Zhen’s fans, but it can be traced back to his time at the film school.

At that time, he had not graduated, and his sister had sent his resume to Kay, so that she could have more opportunities to contact Mo Zhen through him.

Oh, my sister.

After Feng Jing knew this incident, he was very angry. Because of his rebellious mentality, he resolutely signed a contract with Kaihuang’s hostile company, Tianqin Entertainment.

After taking the film emperor, he was stunned by Mo Zhen’s fans. Now, I saw Mo Zhen’s poster in this woman’s bedroom.

Why is Mo Zhen so sinful!

Feng Jing’s head was hot, and “嗷呜” jumped up and tore a piece of Mo Zhen’s poster with sharp teeth.

When Jiang dyed in, Mo Zhen’s poster had been torn like a shredder.

Jiang Dian: "..."

"Dog egg! You have to rebel it!" She put the computer on her hand on the desk and almost got a myocardial infarction. "Do you know how dry I work? Whenever I can't translate, I will watch it." Watch this poster to adjust your mood!"

Feng Jing: "..."

He felt that the scenery outside the window should be better.

"I will drive you out of the warehouse, you are angry, are you? Your dog biscuits are gone tomorrow!"

I heard that the dog biscuits of tomorrow were gone, and the heart of Feng Jing did not fluctuate, and even licked the tail.

Jiang Dian: "..."

What happened to her dog? It used to be not like this!

"That's your favorite dog biscuit!"

Oh.

Feng Jing is still a fearless look.

Jiang Dian: "..."

Oh, the dog.

She cleaned up the poster's "wreck" and put on her hair band to start washing. Feng Jing jumped to the bay window and watched Jiang dyes eat a bag of multivitamins, then applied lotion, essence water, night cream, night repair cream to his face, and finally applied a lip film.

It is worth buying a girl, and it is really refined.

However, judging from her words and the book in the bookcase, purchasing is only her part-time job. Her job should be translation and the like.

Jiang Dye finished the skin care, seeing her dog still not to go, frowning and calling it: "dog eggs."

To be honest, Feng Jing has not yet figured out whether this dog is called a yellow or a dog.

"How are you still here, go back to your kennel."

"Wang." Feng Jing screamed lazily, squatting on the bay window. The bay window of Jiang Dian's master bedroom was made into a tatami mat, which was very comfortable to pick up. He didn't want to go back to the kennel in the living room.

Jiang Dian: "..."

This is not her dog, her dog is very obedient!

But seeing that it has closed its eyes and started to snoring, Jiang Dian is not good to argue with it. She turned off the light and put on the blindfold, and yawned and started to sleep.

Feng Jing on the bay window opened his eyes in the darkness, aimed at her, and closed his eyes again.

When the alarm clock rang the next day, Feng Jing stretched out his hand and did not touch the alarm clock. The ringing tone stopped. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw Michelle standing black beside him.

"...the rice noodle, it is very scary in the early morning."

"I was scared last night!" Michelle indignantly rolled up his sleeves and handed his arm to Feng Jing. "You see, this is what you bite last night!"

"..." Feng Jing sat up in silence and saw two teeth prints on his white arm. "You are a tooth print, not like a human tooth."

"Yes! You didn't remove makeup last night, and you wore a vampire denture!" Michelle first saw Feng Jing's "changing dog" and suspected that he was sleepwalking, but last night he was clearly Sober, the last second is still removing makeup, and suddenly a madness in the next second! He also checked the situation on the Internet. There is information that this is too much work pressure during the day, and the pressure is released in this form at night.

Is the total pressure of the seal really so big? It seems that he cares about him too little!

Feng Jing now has a row of ellipsis in his heart. He thinks it is likely that his appearance last night scared the dog. He indulged for a while and said to Michelle: "Sorry, I may be really too entertained."

"You should also bite your neck when you enter the show..." Michelle put down his sleeve and thought of one more thing. "Right, we had a lot of motion here last night and brought Zhu Xi over."

Feng Jing frowned. "She didn't see anything?"

"Don't worry, I didn't let her in, but it's not a way to continue."

Feng Jing raised his hand and sighed his hair. He sighed: "This advertisement will be finished soon, and it will be fine to wait until you return to City A."

Michelle also followed him and sighed: "I hope so, I think you should still go to the doctor to see."

"...well, I will."

Although the dog jumped at night, the next day's shooting was still going to work. I don't know if it is the illusion of Feng Jing. He always feels that Zhu Xi looks at him and Michelle's eyes today. He took a break and asked Michelle: "Millet, do you think that Zhu Xi is very strange to see our eyes?"

“Is there?” Michelle subconsciously glanced at Zhu’s direction, and the other person was sitting on the chair to make up the makeup. “No, it should be your illusion.”

"……"is it? "How did you tell her yesterday?"

Michelle recalled, saying: "I didn't say anything, I said we were fighting."

Feng Jing: "..."

Why don't you say that you are playing a mouse?

"Starting work!" The director snorted and Feng Jing entered the working state.

Today's work was slightly earlier than yesterday, and Feng Jing unloaded makeup for the first time. The dog's heart is fragile, and he can't stimulate it anymore - not to mention that it is likely to be decoyed with dog biscuits today.

I quickly took a shower and put on my pajamas, and I was lying on the bed.

At this point, Michelle is holding the rope borrowed from the props and going to the room of Feng Jing. He thought about it carefully. Feng Jing’s troubles every night are not the way. If he attracts the hotel like last night, he might have something to say. So he borrowed the rope. If he is always asleep when he is asleep, there should be no problem.

Zhu Xi was only going back to the hotel now. She saw Michelle on the verge of the corridor. Her eyes were slightly moving, her eyes locked the rope he held in his hand: "Mr. Mi, are you...?"

"..." Michelle's mouth twitched, why is it always met by Zhu Xi? Fortunately, he was clever and quickly found an excuse: "Oh, are you talking about this rope? The Fengying Emperor suddenly wants to skip the rope. I can't get a jump rope at this time. I have to find a prop to borrow the rope."

"...Oh, that's it." Zhu Xi smiled on the surface, but couldn't help but vomit. Who are you cheating? Big jump rope at night?

"I sent the seal to the Emperor first, and he still waited." Michelle snorted and walked in the wind. Zhu Xi looked at his back and his expression became more and more weird.

Michelle entered the room and went straight to the bedroom. Seeing him lying there with his eyes closed, he tentatively screamed: "Hey, are you asleep?"

Feng Jing’s eyes “brushed” and opened it: “I have to fall asleep and wake up again.”

"...oh, that's embarrassing."

Feng Jing noticed the rope on his hand and asked strangely: "What do you do with the rope?"

Michelle licked his hand and swallowed: "I just have an immature and bold idea. Do you want to tie you up when you are asleep? Then you won't run around."

"... don't even think about it!" Feng Jingyi refused. "Your idea is really bold, want to tie your boss?"

"No, no." Michelle was scared and waved again and again. "I am not afraid of making a big noise like yesterday. I dare not hit you and I have to make a decision."

"You are the best policy, it is the next best policy." Feng Jingzheng said, suddenly a head stunned, slept.

Michelle: "..."

This is... a one-second sleepy stunt that has been lost for a long time?

Feng Jing has now accepted the setting of suddenly becoming a dog. After adjusting for two seconds, he found that the living room was very lively today, and he still stood a man.

...How can there be a man here? !