Midnight Cinderella

Jiang Dian’s reading was very enthusiastic about Christmas, and the department also held a Christmas party every year. After graduation, the meaning of this festival to her is only the increase in shipments.

"You just left the hospital and thought about Christmas?" Jiang Dian looked at Feng Jing.

"..." Although Feng Jing felt that she looked at her eyes especially like a child who still believed in Santa Claus, he was still tenacious. "After all, this is the first Christmas we have ever known."

"That is what you said, but you just left the hospital... let's go back first."

"Ok……"

Zhou Shu’s car has been waiting downstairs, and he made a special trip to Jiefeng and Jiang Dian to return home. Feng Jing considered the problem of transformation. He originally wanted to go back to his house directly, but his mother said that it is more convenient to take care of him at home. Anyway, it is not much different to take care of one and take care of the two.

Feng Jing agreed.

When Michelle knew his decision, he was very surprised to ask him, isn't he afraid of the night to tell his family? Feng Jing thought, his mother knows more than you.

The car steadily opened back to the Fengjia mansion. As soon as he entered the gate, the feudal saw the yellow flowers playing in the garden through the window. His mother stood on one side, holding a frisbee in his hand, throwing it out and giving it back.

Feng Jing: "..."

He recognized the Frisbee, when his mother bought it for him. :)

The car stopped in front of the building. After Feng Jing and Jiang Shui got off the bus, the two yellow ran to them.

"Wang Wang Wang!" It seems that it has not been seen for a long time, and it is particularly exciting. Jiang Dian hugged it before it rushed to the ban. "Two yellow, don't bother him, he just left the hospital, vain."

"..." Feng Jing felt that he needed to explain, "I am recovering well, really not worth it."

Jiang Dian did not care for him, but the second yellow and called him two times: "Wang Wang!"

Feng Jing raised his hand and licked its dog. It turned out that he still couldn’t understand the dog language.

I really want more.

"Okay, what's the matter to talk about, don't stand outside." The mother came over and signaled them to go in.

Feng Jing looked at the baggage that Zhou Shu’s hand was holding for him and asked: "Which room do I sleep at night?"

The mother listened to his pretentious tone and smiled: "Of course you are sleeping in your original room."

The tone of Feng Jing was even more serious: "Isn't that room now living in Jiang Dye?"

"Ah, I forgot to tell you, I moved back today." Jiang Diandao.

"……why?"

"At the time, I was originally moved to hide from the reporter. Now that the limelight has passed, and you are discharged, they should not go to my house again."

Feng Jing seriously said: "The reporters are very embarrassed, they may still lie in your home downstairs."

"No way……"

"Yes, they do everything to write the news."

The mother couldn’t listen to it: "Oh, Jiang dyed has already discussed with us before. You haven’t got married yet. She has been living here for a long time. I have Feng Ping give her two bodyguards, even if there is a reporter. It can also protect her safety."

Feng Jing: "..."

When he returned to his room on the upper floor, he saw that Jiang dye had packed his luggage. The pink suitcase is standing there, and it’s not a taste to see it.

"Listen to Auntie said that there is a big meal at noon today, so I look forward to it." Jiang Dian took Feng Jing's clothes out of the bag and said to him while finishing.

Feng Jing took the clothes in her hand and licked her soft hair: "Put it there, I will sort it out later."

"That's good." Jiang dye said, and there are some ridiculously authentic. "Every normal thing is your assistant is doing it for you, are you really going to?"

"..." Feng Jing still stopped at her hair and knocked on her forehead. "I have an assistant for the past two years. How do you think I grew so big?"

Jiang dyed and laughed, pulling his hand down the stairs.

There was still a while after dinner, and everyone sat in the living room to chat. The two yellow owls are at the foot of Jiang dyed, very clever look.

Feng Ya looked at the two yellow squatting on the floor, and some strangely said: "How do I always feel that the recent two yellow rushes a lot more than when I first came? I feel a lot more."

Feng Jing: "..."

Jiang dyed an apple and cut it a little and gave it to Feng Jing: "It should be a little more than just a few days ago. It’s good to be familiar now."

Feng Ya didn't notice what she said. Her eyes were all stuck on her cut apple: "How do you want to help him cut the fruit? Even when he was hospitalized, it was discharged, and he was so used to it. No. !"

Feng Ya is ready to tell Jiang dye that "man can't pet", he listened to Jiang dyed and said: "He used to peel me off pomegranate. It is more trouble than peeling apples. Just repay him. ""

When I thought of the bowl of crystal-clear pomegranate seeds that I had fortified myself, Jiang Yan’s mouth was bent.

Feng Ya smiled and looked at Feng Jing: "Do you still pomegranate to others? Oh, raise you so big, why didn't you see me peeling pomegranates for me and my mother?"

Feng Jing coughed a voice: "Is this not for you and your mother to pomegranate?"

Feng Ya bombed: "No one has ever peeled me pomegranate!"

"... Then you must marry someone who will pomegranate for you next time." Feng Jingdao.

At eleven o'clock, the kitchen aunt got the lunch, and Feng Dian didn't go home for lunch, so the lunch at home was always simple. But today, when he is discharged from the hospital, it is naturally a big meal.

There was a lot of jealousy, but I didn’t actually eat much. However, if Jiang Dian had a good time, he still comforted a little. After lunch, he was somewhat sleepy. It may be a drug. He worried that Jiang Dye would go away while he was sleeping. He specifically told him to wait for him to wake up and send her back.

Feng Ya saw through the "send her back" which contains a lot of deep meaning. During the period of Feng Jing's sleep, she greeted people to take a lot of food and said that it was to bring Jiang dye back. Jiang Dian readily accepted her kindness. She didn't go home for so long, and she didn't have anything to eat at home. This just saved the effort of visiting the supermarket.

When Feng Jing woke up and went back to the pillow water town with her, it was almost five o'clock. There was no reporter ambush outside the community, which gave Jiang Dye a little peace of mind. Uncle Zhou parked the car downstairs and helped them to pick up all the things before they retired.

"You don't sit down, I clean the dust." When Jiang Dian entered the house, he got busy. Feng Jing wanted to help her, but she refused. Watching her wipe the sofa in the living room, he felt that he still had to find something for himself. "I will help you put things in the refrigerator."

"it is good."

Feng Jing took out the same things that Feng Ya bought, and then took a photo on Weibo.

Feng Jing V: I was discharged today, thank you for your concern! I wish you all a Merry Christmas and have a good time! [image]

"Ah, ah, the seal is finally discharged! Take care of your body!"

"When you just left the hospital, you dare to eat the sea? These things are still for me to help you eat! [digging the nose]"

"Xdrl Merry Christmas!"

"Wait, what is the wine you drink?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha broken wine!"

"Is this the legendary lost wine? Is the seal going tonight to lose? QAQ"

Feng Jing: "..."

Fengya only bought a kind of wine, and the flowers and greens were like juice drinks. He didn't pay attention. He looked at the composition and concentration of the wine, and searched the wine online, and then completely fell silent.

... What does Feng Ya do to help him buy this wine! She thought that Jiang Dian, a fashionable purchasing girl, would not know this kind of online wine!

"You are not saying to help me put the refrigerator, how to play the phone on the side?" Jiang dye came over and looked at the whole table. Feng Jing subconsciously sideways, trying to block the net red lost wine, and as a result, he moved, but attracted Jiang Dye's attention.

Her eyes stuck in the bottom of the jar that disguised as a drink, and did not drive away.

Feng Jing: "..."

She must have recognized it!

"I am going to wash the pence, you can sort it out quickly." Jiang Dian walked into the bathroom lightly.

"..." Feng Jingyi gave a message to Feng Ya. "What do you mean by giving me a piece of wine? [Smile]"

Feng Ya: Of course, let you give Jiang dyed, and then do whatever it wants for her. Don't thank me, as a sister, it should be.

Feng Jing:......

Feng Jing: Is she aware of this wine? Although this wine is bought by you, it seems that I am very hooligan!

Feng Ya: Oh [smile]

Feng Jing: "..."

He understood that she was deliberate.

On Feng Wei's Weibo, fans have already had a heated discussion around the "broken wine". The focus is that Feng Jing is still not a virgin after tonight.

"Sasha, what's so interesting, I've been staring at the phone." Wang Zhen sat in a dessert shop and looked at the girl opposite.

Weisha's fingers swiftly brushed on the screen, and even the eyelids were not lifted: "Look at Feng Wei's Weibo, is his girlfriend a real thing?"

"It's true. The last time I was hospitalized, I came to see my parents."

"Hey, the last male artist who wanted to sleep most, I voted for him again. As a result, he is going to be sleeped by others now, hehe."

Wang Zhen obviously didn't want to discuss Feng Jing, but still patiently looked at Wei Sha: "Your cake is finished, why don't we change places to play? There are Christmas activities in many places today."

"Let's wait, I let the driver help me get Bunny's perfume, the one that was released today."

Wang Zhen’s face has finally changed. He knows that the perfume that Bunny sold today is also used for publicity.

Do you like Feng Jing so much? !

This sentence he snarled in his heart for countless times, but he did not dare to really question the people in front of him. He has always liked the petite girl like Weisha, not the mature one. At first he had to marry her for his own career, but then Wei family took the initiative to extend an olive branch to him, he was ecstatic.

Maybe he and Weisha are still possible?

"Is it true that my girlfriend is beautiful?"

"What?" Wang Zhen, who was immersed in his own thoughts, did not respond.

"You are not saying that you have seen it, do you look good? I have only seen photos."

"Of course, you don't look good." Wang Zhen really didn't want to talk about Feng Jing's topic again. "To Sasha, what happened to your brother last time helping me?"