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The fans waiting at the exit began to stir. The staff of the fan club came over again to emphasize the precautions. "Don't crowd around later. Don't swarm around. Try to be as quiet as possible. Don't disturb other passengers. Maintain order at the scene!

After leaving the airport, you can't chase cars, ask for autographs, or take photos! "

They had repeated these words many times, but they didn't know how much the fans at the scene had heard.

There were more security guards at the airport than before. The fans were arranged on both sides, and there was a fence in the middle.

After a while, Feng Jing walked out surrounded by a large group of bodyguards. The fans waiting at the airport couldn't help but scream.

Feng Jing was wearing a pair of big black sunglasses and a cap. He waved to the enthusiastic fans. In the sea of people, he saw Jiang Ran at a glance.

She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, and her brown hair was soft on her shoulders.

His eyes suddenly changed, but because of the big sunglasses on his face, no one saw the change.

Feng Jing quickly returned to normal and continued to smile at the fans around him.

In fact, in such an airport environment, no star would be happy, but the fans didn't have it easy, so Feng Jing tried to smile.

Gradually, he got closer and closer to Jiang Ran, and her face became clearer and clearer.

He suddenly remembered that she often bent down to rub her (dog) head. Unexpectedly, he also reached out and wanted to rub her head.

Jiang Ran had been standing there holding the support sign. She didn't come back to her senses until Feng Jing came out.

She thought she had already entered Buddhism, but under the excited screams of the fans at the scene, even she was infected by the atmosphere and almost screamed.

Feng Jing felt very different from what she saw in the movies. He was neither the cynical Lin Yu, nor the emotionless Omega. He was Feng Jing.

Of course, his handsomeness was still the same. Even though he was surrounded by a group of tall bodyguards, he was still the most eye-catching one.

He was undoubtedly a considerate person, because Jiang Ran thought about it from another perspective. If he dragged his tired body out of the airport and faced such a scene, he would definitely be unhappy. However, he always smiled at his fans with a good demeanor.

She held the support sign in her hand and watched as he slowly approached. Then … he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his head.

…

The screams around him receded like the tide, and the whole world suddenly became silent.

Jiang Ran felt that she was stunned for a long time, but it might have only been for a second. When she looked up again, Feng Jing had already retracted his hand and walked away.

However, the fans around her did not quiet down. The noise in the airport was even louder than before.

Michel grabbed Feng Jing's arm and dragged him forward. "Hurry up, hurry up."

Many fans chased Feng Jing out of the airport, but Jiang Ran stayed in place to calm down.

Did Feng Jing really rub her head just now?

Out of all the thousands of fans out there, why did he pick her?

Was it because her hair was exceptionally clean today?

As the fans walked away, the screams gradually faded away, but Jiang Ran's heart beat like a drum in her chest became clearer and clearer.

Thump, thump.

She seemed to have … found a little fun chasing stars again.

"Damn, Jiang Ran, you are so lucky!"

When Yan Huanhuan, who had chased Feng Jing out, came back, Jiang Ran was still standing there in a daze. "You can go buy a lottery ticket today. The chances are even smaller than winning the first prize!"

Jiang Ran finally recovered a little. She looked at Yan Huanhuan and said, "No, all my luck is spent here. I definitely can't win the lottery."

"… That makes sense."

"So," Jiang Ran looked at Yan Huanhuan for confirmation. "Feng Jing really touched my head just now?

It wasn't my imagination? "

"Of course it was real. You should be happy!" Yan Huanhuan was unhappy. She was clearly standing next to Jiang Ran!

If Mr. Feng's hand had moved just a little bit, it would have touched her head!

"Pfft." Jiang Ran finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yan Huanhuan was speechless.

She suddenly wanted to cut ties with her.

On the other side, Feng Jing, who had gotten into the nanny van, took off his sunglasses and hat and looked at his right hand.

Although it was only for a short second, Jiang Ran's hair felt as soft as he had imagined. And his hand still smelled like the tangerine scent that had fascinated him.

"Mr. Feng."

Michel sat down next to him. She closed the car door and began to lecture him. "What you did just now was very inappropriate. If the fans lost control of their emotions and swarmed us, we wouldn't be able to leave the airport today!"

Feng Jing also knew that what he had done just now was inappropriate, so he didn't defend himself. "Okay, I'll be careful in the future."

"…" His cooperative attitude made Michel speechless.

It felt like a heavy punch had landed on cotton. How unpleasant!

But he could only bear with it. Anyway, Feng Jing wouldn't care.

What Feng Jing cared about now was why Jiang Ran had appeared at the airport.

This airport pick-up event was organized by the fan club in City A. Although there might be fans from other places who specially came, the proportion was very small.

Jiang Ran should live in City A.

But she had actually joined his fan club and participated in the airport pick-up?

Ha, he couldn't tell. She had clearly put up Mo Zhen's poster in her bedroom.

Forget it, he would compensate her with a poster of his next time.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved up. Michel was particularly shocked when she saw it. "Feng Zong, what's wrong with you?" Why was he smiling so greedily?

Feng Jing said, "Nothing. It's just that I've worn out iron shoes looking for something in vain, and now I find it without any effort."

"What?" Michel didn't understand what he was saying.

Feng Jing smiled at him and put his arm around his shoulder. "Mi Xian, help me find a real estate near the lake with a barbecue stall nearby. Start from the north."

"Huh?" Michel became alert. "You want to move?"

Feng Jing didn't want to reveal more. "Just look for it. When you find it, sort it out and send it to me." In the end, he added in a threatening tone, "Don't tell Qin Fan about this."

Michel: "…"

Feng Zong, you're hiding more and more things from Qin Dong!

This is not good!

"Did you hear me?"

"… Yes." Michel nodded in a particularly cowardly manner.

The news that Feng Jing returned to City A to pick up his fans at the airport quickly became a hot topic. Jiang Ran casually searched on Weibo and found many high-definition photos of the airport.

The cannoneers at the frontline were indeed worthy of their reputation. The photos they took were much better than the photos on Yan Huanhuan's phone.

However, even with Yan Huanhuan's skills, none of the photos taken by Feng Jing were ugly. It could only be said that appearance saved everything …

She saved a few photos — especially the one where Feng Jing touched her head. This moment was instantly taken by many people. Although she only showed a small part of her face, it was considered the peak of her fandom history.

She didn't indulge in her narcissism for long before another piece of breaking news about Feng Jing suddenly became a hot topic — Feng Jing's suspected homosexual relationship exposed.

Jiang Ran: "…"

Wow … Melon eating!

This piece of news was first exposed by a well-known gossip on Weibo. The first sentence was "according to an insider." It seemed … very unreliable.

If you have the ability, write down the name of the insider.

Jiang Ran complained in her heart and continued to read. This insider should be from the lipstick commercial crew that Feng Jing had just finished filming. According to the insider, Feng Jing and his assistant had created a big commotion in the middle of the night. No one knew what they were doing in the room. Anyway, their clothes were disheveled and they seemed to be doing bondage play.

Jiang Ran: "…"

This piece of news was a little hard to digest.

Very soon, the Internet exploded. Feng Jing's fans tried their best to control the public opinion and urged people not to believe the rumors. Mo Zhen's fans were enjoying the melon and waiting to watch a good show.

Tian Qin's senior management was quickly alerted. Feng Jing and Michel were immediately summoned to Qin Fan's office.

"Tell me what happened," Qin Fan's sharp eyes swept across Feng Jing and finally landed on Michel.

Michel almost knelt down in front of him, "Qin Dong, it's a misunderstanding!

Even if I'm gay, I wouldn't dare to do anything to Feng Zong! "

Qin Fan nodded in agreement, "I believe that Feng Jing's taste wouldn't be that bad."

Michel: "…"

"Who wants to tell me?" Qin Fan sat in his chair and waited patiently.

Michel was just about to speak when Feng Jing, who was sitting across from Qin Fan, spoke up, "They're probably talking about the night we fought cockroaches."

"Cockroaches?"

Qin Fan raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "That was a five-star hotel. You stayed in the best room."

"That doesn't guarantee that there weren't cockroaches."

Qin Fan laughed coldly and asked, "What about bondage play?

I didn't know you had such a strong taste. "

"…" Feng Jing pursed his lips. He wasn't going to tell the truth even if he was beaten to death, "This is purely false. What can't they make up?"

Qin Fan looked at him for a while, then his eyes moved to Michel, who was standing to the side like a quail, "Michel, you tell him."

Michel trembled when she was suddenly called by Qin Fan. Soon, Feng Jing's sharp eyes fell on her. Michel … was speechless.

He hesitated for a long time between Qin Fan and Feng Jing, but in the end, he chose to give in to Big Boss Qin, "Qin Dong, take a look at this video!"

Michel quickly handed her phone to Qin Fan. On the screen was the scene of Feng Jing running on all fours.

Feng Jing: "…"

"Mi Xiao!" He raised his voice and shouted at Michel, "Didn't I tell you to delete the video!"

Michel was about to cry, "I-I think it's better to tell Qin Dong about this!"