MTL - Midnight Cinderella-Chapter 19 Nineteenth night

Jiang Ding was in a hurry, and when he reached out, he wanted to pick up the mask on the face of Jing, and he was shocked and sneaked away.

Jiang dyed it, and realized that he had done something: "Sorry, I am just... your mask..."

She spoke up, but Feng Jing quickly guessed what she meant from her words.

Feng Jing: "..."

He lifted his hand to his own mask and coughed: "In short, you remember to regularly maintain the elevator." After that, he could not help but pick up the two boxes on the ground and walked to another elevator.

Jiang Dye saw it and quickly walked over to help him push the elevator door.

The elevator was very embarrassing, but the seventh floor was not high, and it was just a moment. After the door was opened, Jiang Dian and Feng Jing were relieved at the same time.

"I will help you to the door." Feng Jing picked up two boxes and walked out of the elevator. Jiang Dian took the key in his hand and stepped up to follow him and open the door. At first, she wanted to ask Feng Jing to come in and sit down, but I didn't expect such a scene in the elevator, and now he still has a black mask with a lip print. I am afraid I didn't have the mind to come in.

Sure enough, Feng Jing put the box at the door and told her to say: "I will help you put it here, I will go up first."

"Well, ok, thank you." Jiang Dian watched him walk into the elevator and moved the box in.

After Feng Jing arrived home, the first thing was to take off the mask on his face.

There is a shallow lip print on it.

His heart jumped two more shots, and even the skin on his face did not consciously follow the hot.

Looking at this lip print, it is like recalling the feeling of Jiang Min's lip rub.

The mood suddenly turned a little, and Feng Jing stared at the lip print for a while, and decided that the mask would not be washed for the time being.

Anyway, he still has many masks of the same type.

In the evening, there was a slight expectation in his heart. The kiss of true love that I have always said, has he already got it? Will it turn into a yellow one tonight?

It turns out that it will.

At twelve o'clock, he stood in Jiang Dian's living room and fell into endless silence.

Often the **** stick is really jealous of him? Go to TM's true love kiss!

I wandered around the living room for two laps, and Feng Jing began to think about other possibilities.

Is it because Jiang dye is not his true love? No, he doesn't believe it, it must be the fault of the mask.

Feng Jingyue thought more and more likely, with a mask in between, and their lips did not touch.

No, he doesn't mean he wants to touch Jiang's lips.

But if you don't wear a mask to kiss, it means that Jiang Dian will definitely see his face, but when he kisses, he seems to be closed his eyes?

... He thinks he should first think about his chance to kiss Jiang dye.

It seems to be, no.

This conclusion made Feng Jing somewhat annoyed. He went to Jiang dyed's bedroom. She really didn't sleep. She was on the bed and applied a mask to the keyboard.

Seeing this moment of Jiang Dian, all the irritating emotions in my heart are gradually gone, and there seems to be something that can make people addicted to magic.

"Wang."

He screamed at the bedside, Jiang dyed his head and saw him, and asked casually: "Two yellow, what happened?"

"Wang Wang." Feng Jing was on the ground and looked at it with his head.

The round and round eyes made Jiang dye no resistance. She put down her laptop in her arms and said to the selling dog: "Two yellow, come up."

Feng Jing jumped up happily, Jiang Dian took it to his lap, let it squat, and then put the laptop on its back.

Feng Jing: "?????"

Is there such an operation? ? ? ?

"Ah, it’s a lot easier to type the word."

Feng Jing: "..."

"Wang!"

He twisted his dissatisfaction twice, Jiang dyed his hand on his ass, and said: "Two yellow, don't move."

Feng Jing: "..."

Again, shoot his ass!

The ears of Feng Jing were put down and the dog's face was reddish.

Jiang Dian has been knocking on the computer in a smashing way. Feng Jing is shy for a moment, curiously twisting the dog's head and aiming at the screen.

Zhao Wei: Did you buy your ticket?

Jiang Dian: I bought it. I will leave after attending the Alumni Association on Friday.

Ok? Is Jiang dye going? Feng Jing finally couldn’t help but screamed again: "Wang Wang!"

The computer placed on its back almost turned down, Jiang dye picked up the computer, and Feng Jing was still yelling at her.

"Okay, don't enslave you." Jiang dyed helplessly put his shoes out of bed and put the computer on the computer desk. Feng Jing followed the past and looked at her.

Zhao Wei: Ah! Envy you, you can see the handsome schoolmaster!

Jiang Dian: [Life is not love expression.jpg]

Zhao Wei: Where are you going to eat!

Jiang Dian: The world is home, too luxurious

Jiang Dye: Don't say it, my mask time is up.

When Jiang Ding knocked on this line, she got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she saw her dog looking at her with special resentment.

Jiang Dian: "..."

One night, the second yellow is extraordinarily sentimental.

She wiped herself the essence and cream and turned off the light in the bedroom: "Two yellow, sleep."

"Wang." Feng Jing screamed unhappy, or jumped to the bay window.

Is Jiang dye going to Japan to find her classmates to play? How long will it take? Wait, she is gone, what about the dog?

A series of problems lingered in Feng Jing’s mind, and he did not sleep at night. The next morning, he was woken up by Qin Fan’s phone.

After resting for so long, I received a phone call from Qin Fan, and Feng Jing was still not used to it.

He sat up with his hair and connected the phone: "Qin Dong, call me so well?"

Qin Fandao: "Why, have you rested for a while, even forgetting your own agent?"

Feng Jing shouted his lips: "I forgot that no one can forget your old man, so you came to me to talk about work?"

"Almost, if you get up, you will come to the company. I will let Michelle pick you up."

"understood."

Hang up the phone, seal a sigh, get up and go to the bathroom to wash.

Michelle came very quickly and brought him a loving breakfast. Feng Jing did not eat slowly, as if he did not worry that Qin Fan was still waiting for him in the office.

He is not in a hurry, but Michelle is in a hurry, so that Qin Dong’s busy man waited for so long, and he was still embarrassed.

"Fang, Qin Dong is still waiting for us, do you think you are eating faster?" He urged the seal with a list.

Feng Jing swallowed the porridge in his mouth and went to clip a fried dumpling: "Don't eat too fast, not good for the stomach."

Michelle: "..."

Forget it, he saw it, he was deliberate!

After waiting for Feng Jing to finish breakfast, Michelle hurriedly took the seal and went out.

"Wait." Feng Jing took a mask from the drawer and handed it to Michelle. "You also wear it."

"..." Michelle looked at the black mask in his hand and was unwilling to pick it up. "Why?"

"Because you are always with me, there may be fans who recognize you, I think about it, I think you are wearing a mask is more insurance."

Michelle: "..."

He took the mask silently, put it on his face, and took the elevator down the stairs with Feng Jing. There were other residents coming in. The door opened and saw two men wearing black masks standing inside, hesitated, and decided to wait for the next shift.

Michelle: "..."

He felt that they would go to the kindergarten door like this and they could be arrested directly by the police.

After taking the car, Feng Jing sat in the back seat and asked Michelle: "Do you know what Qin Fan is looking for today?"

Michelle shook his head honestly: "I don't know, Qin Dong didn't tell me."

Feng Jing’s light and sharp, like a needle tip on the back of Michelle: “You didn’t tell him about my move?”

"No, no, absolutely!" Michelle was so scared that the hand holding the steering wheel was a trembling. "I can thank you for your heart and soul, and heaven and earth can be watched!"

Feng Jing: "..."

Don't make it look like a cult.

"If you don't say it, you will raise your salary next month."

"...Thank you, Mr. Feng." But he would rather not use this kind of salary, just ask him to be less tossed.

When it arrived in Tianqin, Feng Jing finally took off his face mask and hat and only wore a pair of sunglasses on his face. Along the way, I met colleagues from many companies. Some of the little stars who just entered the company saw him and screamed twice like a small fan.

The brokers who followed them reminded: "You are clear about the company's rules. You are not allowed to disturb other artists, nor can you sign with their artists."

The little stars suddenly responded honestly: "I know Wu."

When I arrived at the floor of Qin Fan's office, I was very clean. Michelle stayed outside waiting for him, and he married a person into the office of Qin Fan.

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, Qin Fantou did not raise his voice: "Come in."

Feng Jing pushed the door in and took off the sunglasses and sat down opposite him: "Qin Dong, what are you looking for?"

When Qin Fan looked up from the file, he first glanced at the time on the watch, and then smiled at Feng Jing: "The shelf of the Fengying Emperor is getting bigger and bigger."

Feng Jing did not hurt the road: "There are some traffic jams on the road."

Qin Fan smiled and said nothing. He took out a document and put it on the front of Feng Jing: "Bunny's Serenade series has a good response after the listing. This time I found you a lipstick, just a try or a test. Fortunately, the results are very satisfying. They are now officially inviting you to be the spokesperson for their entire line of products."

Feng Jing’s fingers gently flipped through the contract in front of him: “What do you mean?”

"It is not easy for luxury brands to find a suitable spokesperson. You and Bunny's style are still compatible. If you cooperate, neither party will lose your price. Bunny has always been very generous, and their rewards and conditions are good. You Look, if you don't have an opinion, we are ready to officially sign the contract."

Although Feng Jing doesn't like Qin Fan very much, he still has great trust in his ability to work. He looked at the contract and said to him: "I have no opinion."

"That's good." Qin Fan crossed his hands and looked at the opposite person. "The whole line of product spokespersons is bound to be bound with the brand. What happens to one party, the other will be affected. Especially what happened to the artist. The impact on the image of the brand is very large, so after signing the contract, you should pay more attention to restraining your words and deeds, and don't have any negative news."

Feng Jing looked at the line on the contract "not to act to damage his own image and cause widespread negative public opinion." The eyebrows gently raised: "Isn't it in love?"

Qin Fan’s thoughts turned thousands of times, but he still calmly said: “No, the negative news here mainly refers to the bad social impact, such as drug abuse and trouble-seeking.”

"There is nothing wrong with it."

Qin Fan’s fingertips were knocked twice on the table, as if he wanted to see him in general.

Even Feng Jing, who is used to being used, is not comfortable: "What do you watch me do?"

Qin Fan’s finger paused and smiled at him: “Have you moved recently?”