The Twenty-Seventh Night (2)
The cellphone rang again. This time, it was the delivery boy who brought the takeaway. Jiang Ran put on slippers and opened the door for the little boy.
In the evening, she still worked overtime to arrange the parcel. On WeChat, many customers were urging her to deliver the goods. She was asked till she got a headache. Hearing the WeChat prompt tone, she looked up impatiently only to find that it was Mr. Feng.
【Feng: I have reached my family home. This is the ticket for the Pumpkin concert. I look forward to seeing you next week. [cute.jpg]】
【Feng: [Picture: ticket]】
Jiang Ran’s mood finally relaxed. She sat in front of the computer and replied.
【Da Keke Purchase: I also look forward to seeing you too. [cute.jpg]】
【Feng: What are you doing now?】
【Da Keke Purchase: Packing the orders to be sent tomorrow [covering face.jpg] too many, too tired. It is exhausting [covering face.jpg]】
【Feng: Should I find someone over to help you tomorrow?】
【Da Keke Purchase: Is it the one who helped you wash your car before? ( ⊙⊙.jpg)】
【Feng: Er, yes.】
【Da Keke Purchase: Haha(lol), no need, I can do it myself】
Feng Jing looked at this message from her, in his heart he hated Qin Fan even more. Originally, he could’ve gone downstairs to help her directly. But now he could only hold his phone and do nothing.
“The final script for “Secret” will be ready in a few days, I will send it to you when I receive it.” Qin Fan walked into the living room and glanced at Feng Jing who was playing with his phone on the sofa. “Your Imperial Majesty Film Emperor Feng, you should get into the frame of mind for work and be ready to enter the character.”
“Understood.” Feng Jing glanced up at him.
Qin Fan raised his eyebrows. “I see strong hatred in your eyes.”
Feng Jing said, “It means that I really hate you.”
“My pleasure.” Qin Fan looked at him unaffected. “I will accompany you to the set when it starts, I hope you will perform well.”
Feng Jing: “—”
[MamaGoose: If that ain’t my mom, I’m calling Manager Momma Qin.]
Although Qin Fan was his agent, Feng Jing wasn’t the only celebrity under his care. He had first entered Tian Qin out of amusement, and all the work done was overseen by Qin Fan himself. After his various aspects were almost on track, this manager had Mi Xie Er take charge.
Some stars would feel they were not valued if their agent did not accompany them at all times. But Feng Jing was the opposite. It’s better for him if Qin Fan did not accompany him at all – because Mi Xie Er was obviously easier to manipulate.
He coughed and looked at Qin Fan. “I feel Mi XianEr is good. Moreover, he has been with me this entire year, he knows my preferences very well. You are so busy, if you are always with me, others will feel insecure.”
Qin Fan said, “What insecure? Who let them make less money than you!!”
“—” Feng Jing choked. “Although I already knew that you were such a person, you saying it directly pricks my heart.”
“So, please don’t tell them.”
Feng Jing: “—”
[MamaGoose: By this point, it’s been affirmed my darling rice dumpling is a poor, easily bullied babysitter to a grown man.]
The name “agent” was really appropriate. They valued everything based on the money it earned them, the designation was definitely synonymous with that of a modern scrooge!
Qin Fan did not stay in the evening and Feng Jing finally took a breath. He took a bath, changed into his pajamas, took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and laid down on his bed waiting for midnight to arrive.
Due to the effects of the medication, he experienced drowsiness after a short spell. However, a pain in his right foot suddenly woke him up.
Ah, this is Jiang Ran’s bedroom.
He glanced down at his bandaged paws and whined. If he could replace Er Huang to feel his pain for a few hours every day, and let him have a good sleep at night, it did not seem so bad.
“Er Huang, what’s wrong? Is the wound hurting again?” Jiang Ran shut down the computer, walked to the window, and looked at him. Seeing that he was asleep just now, and woke up again, the wound should be hurting. She checked the bandages. There was no bleeding, so she bent down and kissed his head. “Dear, I’ll take you to a big dinner when this is over.”
Feng Jing’s whole body froze. Did Jiang Ran kiss him just now?
Unlike the encounter before in the elevator, and without the thick face mask, he almost felt Jiang Ran’s soft lips.
“Woof, woof.” His tail wagged subconsciously. Was this a kiss of true love? Er, if it is, he should be able to return to his body now?
“Good night, Er Huang.” Jiang Ran touched him again, took a new set of pajamas out of the closet, and went to the bathroom to shower.
Feng Jing was lying on the window, the pain of the wound had alleviated to a great extent as compared to earlier. Jiang Ran’s kiss was like an anesthetic to him. It made his heart feel crisp and itchy, and a bit addicted.
After Jiang Ran took a bath, she saw that Er Huang was still lying there and had opened his eyes to see her. She decided she would get the doctor to prescribe some painkillers when changing the bandages next time.
“Sleep, Er Huang.” Jiang Ran turned off the light and placed her sleeping mask on.
The next day she didn’t sleep until late and got up early to prepare breakfast for herself. The week she was abroad, although she didn’t care that much about the vegetables she’d planted, the farm was still conscientious enough to send the vegetables to her. These vegetables wouldn’t be fresh if she did not eat them now.
Er, I should have given some to Mr. Feng yesterday.
She gave some vegetables to Sister Wang and picked some to prepare for her parents. She recalled that she would meet He Zhiyuan in the afternoon, so she directly stepped out ahead of time and went to deliver the vegetables to her parents.
When Mrs. Jiang saw her daughter arrive, she naturally wanted her to leave after dinner.
Jiang Ran also wanted to bum a meal off her mother but had to refuse. “Next time, next time. I have a dinner appointment with a friend today.”
Mrs. Jiang’s radar of gossip began to work immediately. “Friend, is it Yan Huanhuan? Or He Zhiyuan? “
Jiang Ran pulled the corners of her mouth and said while wearing her shoes, “Neither, you don’t know the person.”
“You made another boyfriend I don’t know about?!”
“—” Sure enough, she’s still in the same world, with the same mother. “Stop, I’ll be late, I’ll leave first.”
“Then remember to come back for dinner next time.” Mrs. Jiang came to the door and did not forget to urge her. “The one named He Zhiyuan is good, you can develop further with him.”
“I told you I’m not going on a date with him, bye, bye, bye, bye.”
Jiang Ran quickly entered the elevator and escaped.
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MamaGoose: Run … dash … run! Bon voyage, Jiang Ran!
Larkspur: You too Birdie … sharpens claws.