The Forty-Second Night (1)
In order to prevent any mishaps the day after tomorrow, Feng Jing made a careful plan –
When the filming would end, he would let Mi Xie Er drive him directly to Jiang Ran’s house. At noon, he would cook lunch as an atonement for running away last time. After that, they would have an afternoon to watch movies, chat, and walk the dog. After dinner, they could cultivate the atmosphere for a while, then begin to do the things they loved. (make love)
Everything could be done before midnight!
When he was in the midst of his musings, Qin Fan called. Feng Jing frowned and answered impatiently. “What else?”
“I forgot to tell you just now that Bunny is going to release a limited edition perfume product at Christmas and they asked you to shoot for a poster the day after tomorrow.”
Feng Jing: “—”
The capitalists will not miss a chance to suck the blood of working people!
He cursed Qin Fan ten thousand times in his heart, then pitifully sent a message to Jiang Ran.
【Feng Jing: I just got a temporary job. I have to photoshoot for an advertisement poster the day after tomorrow at Bunny. I may not be able to have lunch with you.】
【Feng Jing: But this wouldn’t take long. I’ll head straight to you after work. You can order a takeaway at noon, I will cook in the evening.】
【Jiang Ran: OK, I’ll wait for you (^^ *)】
【Feng Jing: [two hearts.jpg]】
Although the time for chatting and walking Er Huang in the afternoon was deprived, fortunately, it would not delay the important events at night.
Perhaps, it was the anticipation of the ‘important event’ that Feng Jing was especially motivated to work these two days. When he came to Bunny’s photo studio, An Yi, a well-known costume stylist who was specially invited by Bunny, was already waiting inside.
Seeing An Yi, Feng Jing’s eyes changed slightly. He reckoned the netizens’ next fight would probably be, “Our Mo Zhen’s royal stylist, your Film Emperor Feng also invited him, ha ha ha, the ‘Super Copy Cat’!”
“Film Emperor Feng, your mood seems to be very complicated after seeing me?” An Yi stood up and walked towards him.
Feng Jing looked at his dazzling pale blond hair and straight long legs then smiled at him. “I was just thinking that Bunny is really generous. It’s just shooting an advertisement poster, yet they unexpectedly invited you.”
Bunny’s lead man heard their conversation, quickly jumped out and smiled to say, “This is what we should do, the best model must be accompanied by the best stylist.”
Feng Jing smiled without hinting at criticism and asked him, “How long is this shoot going to take today?”
The lead man replied, “If it goes well, it should end in two hours.”
Feng Jing nodded and followed An Yi to make up.
An Yi’s reputation as a ‘magician’ was not undeserved. After his hand seemed to scratch Feng Jing’s hair randomly for a few moments, the man’s aura had changed. Because Bunny’s perfume was a limited Christmas edition, An Yi also appropriately chose Christmas as the theme when styling him.
Originally, because An Yi was Mo Zhen’s royal stylist, Feng Jing didn’t have much of an impression of his craft. But now looking at his masterpiece, he appreciated him a bit more.
He (Feng Jing) always appreciated those people who had real ability.
An Yi spent nearly an hour styling Feng Jing. After finishing, he immediately entered the scene set on the shooting platform. Feng Jing was not a professional model, but he had previously taken covers for many fashion magazines. When facing the photographer’s lens, he knew how to express himself. With the cooperation of the photographer and him, the shoot ended on time.
After taking off the makeup and changing clothes, Feng Jing was ready to leave. The lead man escorted him along the way and also filled him in on the next publicity work. “We will try our best to touch up the posters within two days, and then we will put them on Weibo first. I hope Film Emperor Feng can help us share them.”
“Ok, I will.”
“Okay, thank you, and have a nice day.” The lead man watched Feng Jing enter the elevator, then turned around to get busy.
After Feng Jing sat in the car, he raised his hand and looked at the time. It was half-past three. It wasn’t too late, he should be able to get to Jiang Ran’s house at 4 p.m.
“Mi XianEr, go to Watertown Apartments first.”
After witnessing that event on his birthday night, Mi Xie Er was apparently calmer about Feng Jing wanting to go to Watertown Apartments. “Got it.”
“I plan to stay there in the afternoon. You can pick me up at half-past ten.”
“Ok.”