Midnight Cinderella

In order to prevent any accidents from the day after tomorrow, Feng Jing made a careful plan - after the day after tomorrow's noon crew, he let the rice noodle directly carry himself to Jiang Dianjia. At noon, he was responsible for cooking. As a sin for the last run, they had an afternoon time to watch a movie and chat with the dog. After eating dinner, you can cultivate the atmosphere and you can start making love. It’s a thing.

Everything can be done by twelve o'clock!

Just thinking of it, Qin Fan’s phone was called. Feng Jing frowned, and some impatiently picked up: "What else?"

"I just forgot to tell you, Christmas Bunny wants to launch a limited fragrance, let you shoot an advertising poster in the past, and go to the rest of the day."

Feng Jing: "........."

The capitalist really will not let go of the opportunity to exploit the working people!

He cursed Qin Fan ten thousand times in his heart, and sent a message to Jiang dyed melancholy.

Feng Jing: I just received the job temporarily. I have to go to Bunny to take an advertising poster the next afternoon. I may not have to eat orz together for lunch.

Feng Jing: But this poster should not be filmed for a long time. I will go to you after I finish work. You can order a takeaway at noon, I will cook at night.

Jiang Dian: Ok, wait for you (^^*)

Feng Jing: [ratio]

Although the time to chat with the dog in the afternoon was deprived, but fortunately, it will not delay the big events at night.

Perhaps with the support of "big things", the work of the next two days is particularly motivated. When I went to Bunny's studio, Bunny's famous costume stylist An Zhen was already waiting for it.

When I saw An Zhen, the color of Feng Jing’s twilight changed slightly. He had already anticipated it. The netizens would like to smash it. It’s probably “We use An Zhendang stylist, you also invite him, hehehe. , follower."

"Feng Yingdi, I saw that my mood is very complicated?" Anzhen stood up and walked over to him. Feng Jing looked at his eye-catching pale blond hair, and the straight long legs, smiled at him: "I just thought, Bunny was really very proud, took an advertising poster, and also invited to the gods. ""

The person in charge of Bunny heard the conversation and quickly jumped out and laughed and said: "It should be, the best model must accompany the best stylist."

Feng Jing smiled and asked him: "How long is this shooting today?"

The person in charge replied: "If you are successful, you should be able to end within two hours."

Feng Jing nodded and followed An Zhen to shape.

Known as the "magician", An Zhen is not a singular name. His hand seems to be casually grabbed a few times on Feng Xing's hair, which changes his whole person's atmosphere. Because the perfume is limited by Christmas, he also chose the Christmas color when he was modeling for the seal.

Feng Jing was originally because An Zhen was a royal stylist, but he didn’t have much affection for him, but now he looks at his masterpiece and appreciates him a little more.

He has always admired people who have the true ability.

Anzhen used the model for Feng Jing for nearly an hour. After the game was completed, the scene immediately entered the shooting stage. Although Feng Jing is not a professional model, he used to cover the cover for many fashion magazines. When he faced the photographer's camera, he knew how to express himself. With the cooperation of him and the photographer, the shooting work is over on time.

Feng Jing simply unloaded a makeup, and returned to his clothes to be ready to go. The person in charge next to him sent him all the way, and told him about the next publicity work: "We will try to get P in two days, and we will first launch it on Weibo. I hope that the film can help turn around."

"Yes, I will."

"Okay, then you go slowly." The person in charge watched him enter the elevator before returning to continue to be busy with himself.

After Feng Jing sat in the car, he raised his hand and looked at the time. It was already half past three. It is not too late, four points should be able to rush to Jiang dye home.

"Millet, or go to the pillow town first." He told the Michelle driving.

After the birthday night, Michelle apparently calmed down a lot of his trip to the pillow town: "Know it."

"I plan to stay there all the time in the afternoon. You can pick me up at 10:30 in the evening."

"Ok."

Before Jiang Jiang’s door, Feng Jing had finished his clothes and hair before he rang the doorbell.

"Wang Wang!" The voice of the two yellows immediately came out from inside, and then Jiang Shen dyed the footsteps.

Watching her open the door to herself, Feng Jing couldn't help but smile: "Sorry, let you wait so long."

"No, you are coming advanced." Jiang Dian pulled him in and hanged his coat off the hanger. Feng Jing took off the mask and hat, and handed the pink paper bag on the handle to Jiang Dian: "Is this for you?"

Jiang dye glanced curiously and recognized that this is the paper bag of Bunny's family: "What is inside?"

"Perfume, Christmas limited, has not yet been listed." Feng Jing licked her soft hair and looked at her laughing. "The person responsible for it gave me, I just can borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

“Wow, really?” What is usually added to the word “limited” is more attractive, not to mention that this item is still not available for sale. Jiang Dian couldn't wait to open it and looked at it. At first glance, the perfume bottle of the powder poked the girl's heart: "It's so cute! Judging by my experience in purchasing, this perfume must be sold well!"

The perfume bottle has a delicate bow, dotted with Christmas red and Christmas green, and the pair of Bunny's signature rabbit ears on the bottle is soft and lovely.

“This perfume seems to be called Pink Snow Sweetheart. It tastes very fresh and you can smell it.”

"Yeah." Jiang Dian opened the spray, sweet orange mixed with a few fruity notes, sweet but not greasy, refreshing, "good smell, very suitable for winter."

"The taste will be more and more fresh afterwards, although I feel good, but if you use this perfume, we are not the same."

Jiang Dian was ridiculed with a smile: "That is also sprayed for you, so it is the same paragraph." She said that she really sprayed on the top of Feng’s head and smiled. "You are not Sweetheart."

"Don't, you are more suitable as a sweetheart." Feng Jing smiled and held her hand and kissed her on the forehead. "Okay, I am going to cook, or we will dye the little cute to be hungry tonight." belly."

Jiang dye went to the room to put the perfume, and went out to play with Erhuang for a while, and curiously looked into the kitchen to see what Feng Jing was doing.

She is holding her mobile phone and quietly approaching the kitchen. Feng Jing, who was burying his head and cutting vegetables, heard the footsteps and looked back. Jiang Ding is holding his mobile phone to shoot himself. He smiles at the camera and asks her: "What are you taking?"

Jiang Diandao: "This is not a photo, it is a video." She said as she walked into Feng Jing, first gave his face a feature, then pointed the lens at the dish on the chopping board. "Wow, the seal is cut." The dish is not as good as this person."

Feng Jing smiled and wanted to take her hand to the camera. Jiang Dian escaped his claws and pointed the camera at him: "Don't be shy, although you don't look very good, but people are good enough." As the saying goes, the man who cooks is the most handsome, you continue to cut, leave me alone."

Feng Jing: "..."

She was holding a cell phone next to him, letting him concentrate on cutting vegetables.

Jiang Dian was like a reporter, and he interviewed him like a decent one: "Is this the first time the filming emperor cooks?"

Feng Jingdao said: "I haven’t counted, I don’t cook often, but I do it occasionally.”

"Who usually cooks for you?"

"I usually eat lunch when I am in a crew. When I am not working, I am an assistant."

"Then do you think the assistant's meal is delicious?"

"Nothing you did."

"Well, I have to clip this piece and show it to your assistant."

Feng Jing finally couldn't help but block her shot: "I still want to eat this evening, go out and play with the second yellow."

"Wang!" Erhuang did not know when he also got into the kitchen. When he heard Feng Jing calling it, he shook his tail and looked at him. Jiang Dian turned around and took the lens to the second yellow: "Two yellow, is it hungry?"

"Wang Wang."

"Then let's go out and wait for him to feed us, okay?"

"Wang Wang."

Jiang Dye finally led the two yellow out, Feng Jing looked at their backs, and laughed for a while after leaning on the cabinet, and then began to cut vegetables again.

He made three dishes and one soup in total, but he spent a lot of time. When he was all done, it was almost six o'clock. Jiang Dian and Erhuang both encircled the past, and the dishes sold by Feng Jing can only be regarded as general. Since this is the hand of the self-styled Emperor, the price has naturally increased a lot. Jiang Dian picked up the chopsticks and tasted the fried potato wire. He blinked at him: "It's better than I thought."

Feng Jing licked his lips: "How hard is it to imagine?"

"Hahahaha, okay, you can taste it yourself."

Feng Jing had already tasted the dish before he came out. If it was too bad, this dish would not have appeared on the table. Jiang Dian gave the two people a meal, and gave a piece of meat to the two yellows. He opened the chair and sat down: "You don't want to eat it first, I take a photo to commemorate it."

She took out her mobile phone and took a family photo on the three colors and one soup on the table before she was allowed to seal the chopsticks. When they were eating, the two talked first. Jiang Dian remembered the Weibo he had seen recently, and asked Chou Jing some curiously: "Meng Xingchuan is your good friend?"

"Well, what happened?"

"I saw that Weibo recently fired him and Yu Yao's CP. Is it true?"

Feng Jing smiled and said: "You said that it is a fire CP, how could it be true." But after that is not true, he can not guarantee, "I heard Qin Fan said that he and Yu Yao will join together. A variety show, probably an artist pretending to fall in love."

"Wow, I heard the last time I was excited."

Just talking about it here, Feng Jing’s cell phone rang, thinking that it was another job. He was somewhat unhappy. He took a mobile phone and saw that it was actually called “The Queen Mother”.

"my mother?"

When Jiang Ding heard these two words, he suddenly became nervous: "Your mother?"

"Yeah." His mother rarely called him and didn't know what it was. He picked up the phone and asked some questions: "Mom, what happened?"

The voice of Feng Jing’s mother sounded a little anxious, and the speed of speech was also fast: “Feng Jing, your sister went to the hospital.”

Feng Bing suddenly wrinkled, and on the other side of the phone: "Which hospital? I will come right away."

The author has something to say:

The plan of Feng Yingdi is completely ruined~ Sahua~

Feng Jing::)