This is an anti-theft chapter. Readers with less than 50% of subscriptions will see chapter V after 72 hours. His eyes glowed with a faint green light as he opened his mouth to reveal a pair of sharp teeth.

"Ahhh —!!" The woman's scream pierced through the night sky, sounding particularly horrifying.

Faint footsteps could be heard in the night as an elegant man strode towards them.

The man was wearing an exquisite black suit and looked like a noble from the Middle Ages.

He only glanced at the man, and the man quickly turned and fled.

The woman, who was still in a state of panic, turned her head and her attention was completely captured by him.

This man was simply too good-looking.

"Cut!"

The director raised the loudspeaker and shouted for the scene to stop. Then, he directed the crew to move. "This scene is done. Let's take a few more close-ups of the expressions and we can call it a day."

Hearing this, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and became more motivated to prepare for the next scene.

Feng Jing walked to the side alone and took a sip of water from the assistant. After resting for less than two minutes, the director called him over again.

"Best Actor Feng, wait a minute!

You drank some water just now. Let me help you touch up your makeup! "A short-haired girl quickly ran over to Feng Jing with a makeup bag in her hand.

Feng Jing nodded at her and said, "Thank you."

The girl staggered a little. She took out some lipstick from her bag and slowly colored Feng Jing's sexy lips.

Sob sob sob, he was simply too handsome.

To be able to touch Feng Jing's face like this, her ancestors must have done a lot of good deeds.

The director waited for her for a while and finally said, "Alright, that's enough. Do you really think you're painting a wall?"

These young ladies really didn't know how to be reserved. Just look at them, their faces were filled with the urge to kiss them.

The girl reluctantly retracted her hand and walked to the side with her makeup bag.

The close-ups were shot smoothly and Feng Jing passed in one take. After work, he didn't go for supper with everyone. Instead, he took his assistant's car back to the hotel to rest.

Although it was just a commercial, he was still a little tired after a day of shooting.

Speaking of which, this advertisement was quite interesting. This was a series of advertisements for Bunny's latest lipstick, and his image was that of a vampire.

It was the first time that Feng Jing had played such a role, so he felt quite refreshed.

After coming out of the bathroom, Feng Jing wiped his hair and turned on the computer on the table.

It had been ten days since he won the Best Actor Award at this year's Golden Song Awards, but the discussion on the Internet still hadn't died down. Most of the credit should be given to Heavenly King Mo's fans.

"If it wasn't for the fact that 'The Actor' couldn't participate in the Golden Song Awards, would Feng Jing have been able to win the Best Actor award?

[Funny] "

"If that's the case, then 'Codename Omega' hasn't had the chance to participate in the Taurus Awards yet. [Smile] Don't have double standards. [Smile]"

"Stop arguing, I don't know what to do …"

"There's even Duandan Powder?

Haha, they all climbed the wall from Heavenly King Mo's side, and they still have the nerve to say it. [Smile] "

"It's not that I want to say this, but Mo Zhen is only a few years older than Feng Jing, but he has been in the entertainment industry for 15 years. Many celebrities are his fans, and Feng Jing might be one of them. [Smile]"

"Haha." Feng Jing leaned back against the sofa, and the cold light from the screen hit his angular face.

He was Mo Zhen's fan?

What a joke.

If Mo Zhen was a milestone in the entertainment industry and everyone's goal, he could still admit it. But to say that he was Mo Zhen's fan?

Sorry, there was no such thing.:)

However, he quite liked to see netizens arguing with each other on Weibo, because he could learn a lot of new things from it. The term "Poison" was something he had recently learned.

And some netizens were especially insightful, such as the person who registered the following Weibo —

Did Mo Zhen's fans and Feng Jing's fans argue with each other today?

[Eating melons]

To be honest, Feng Jing was also a little surprised that he was dissed by some Mo Zhen's fans. Mo Zhen had been in the entertainment industry for a long time, and in terms of status, he couldn't compare to him now. But ever since he won the Best Actor award, these fans never stopped arguing.

Was it because he won the Best Actor award too close to Mo Zhen's?

Feng Jing was still scrolling through Weibo when someone suddenly knocked on his hotel room door.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at the clock on the wall. It was already 11: 40 pm.

Who would be looking for him at this time?

It definitely wasn't his assistant, who had the key to his room.

He sat on the sofa and thought for a while, then got up and walked over. "Who is it?"

"Best Actor Feng, it's me, Zhu Shuyan." A delicate voice came from outside the door.

Zhu Shuyan.

Feng Jing's eyes moved. She was the female lead of this commercial, a Chinese-Russian model, and had been very popular recently.

"Miss Zhu, what's the matter?"

The person outside the door was silent for a while. When she spoke again, her voice was a little sexier than before. "There's something. Is it convenient for you to open the door and talk?"

Feng Jing said, "I'm sorry, I'm already asleep. If it's not something urgent, we can talk on set tomorrow, okay?"

"…" This time, Zhu Shuyan was silent for a long time. She held a bottle of red wine in her hand and looked at the tightly shut door in front of her in disbelief.

This man actually didn't open the door for her?

He wasn't gentlemanly at all!

Or rather, it was more appropriate to say that he didn't understand romance.

She more or less complained and was unwilling to accept this, but she didn't thicken her skin and stay.

Zhu Shuyan said goodnight to the person inside the door and walked away in her 10cm high heels.

Hearing her footsteps fade away, Feng Jing walked back into the living room.

He yawned, turned off the computer on the table, and lay down on the hotel bed.

The clock on the wall ticked. Feng Jing was in a daze when he heard some noise in the room.

Was the assistant here?

He frowned subconsciously and opened his eyes.

The angle of view was surprisingly low, as if he was lying on the ground. The surrounding environment was also very unfamiliar — a spacious living room, a low glass coffee table, and a set of very comfortable sofas.

The room looked very new and was carefully decorated. The furniture and the big chandelier above his head were very small and fresh.

Obviously, this wasn't the hotel room that the crew had booked for him.

No, wait, why was it all black and white???

He blinked hard, but the scenery in front of him still didn't change. The black, white, and gray world was like an old TV show from the sixties.

Feng Jing: "…"

He must be in a daze from sleep.

He closed his eyes and was about to continue sleeping when he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Click", it seemed that even his heart skipped a beat.

Okay.

He struggled for a few seconds, but he still opened his eyes.

It was still the same room as before, but the only difference was that a woman in pajamas walked out of the bathroom.

Her head was wrapped in a light-colored towel, revealing a slender neck. A few drops of water slid down her hair, dripped on her beautiful collarbone, and finally rolled into her collar.

Feng Jing: "…"

This scene was too erotic … Did he have this dream because Zhu Shuyan came to find him just now?

"Er Huang."

The woman walked in his direction with a pair of bow-knot sandals on her feet. "What are you looking at? Why aren't you sleeping?"

She squatted down, bent over and rubbed "Er Huang" on his head.

Feng Jing: "…"

He looked at her collar, which was open when she bent over, and realized that this angle was quite good.

Feng Jing was deep in thought.

He had always been a self-disciplined person, and spring had long passed. Why would he have … such a dream?

After rubbing his head, the woman turned around and went to the kitchen. She washed her hands and took out a facial mask from the fridge.

Feng Jing looked up and sized her up. She was about 1.68 meters tall, with soft facial lines, exquisite facial features, and delicate skin. She was a beautiful woman.

But he had never seen her before. Why would he dream of her for no reason?

And according to his experience, the faces in his dreams were very blurry. Why was this woman's face so clear?

Speaking of which, this dream was very real. When the woman touched his head, he could even feel the temperature of her palm.

Yes, and the fragrance of the shower gel on her body was also so real.

After the woman put the facial mask on her face, she walked to the next room. Feng Jing stood up straight subconsciously and followed behind her.

For some reason, the woman had an aura that made him want to get close to her.

As if sensing the movement behind her, the woman turned around to look at him. Because of the facial mask on her face, her words were stiff. "Er Huang, why are you following me? It's already past midnight. Go to sleep."

"Woof!" Feng Jing opened his mouth and spat out the word "woof" subconsciously.

Feng Jing: "…"

This dream was really beyond his imagination.

He turned his head calmly and looked at his reflection in the living room's glass.

A handsome Chinese rural dog.

Its tail was wagging.

Feng Jing: "…"

He must have been too immersed in acting as a vampire, so he had this fantasy and somewhat charming dream.

Yes, that must be it.

He looked at the woman again, turned around, and went back to the nest where he was lying.

Go to sleep. That way, you can wake up earlier.

Although the woman was quite beautiful, he still didn't want to become a dog — even in his dream.

Da Keke: I … don't have a chance to use it …

Little Sweet Potato: Hahahahaha, don't be discouraged. It's Chinese Valentine's Day soon. Good luck!

Jiang Ran: "…"

Da Keke: That has been tested. The quality is guaranteed.

If you want to buy it, hurry up. A lot of it has been sold these days. There are only three boxes left.

Little Sweet Potato: … Looks like everyone is working hard. Give it to me.

Da Keke: Okay.

Jiang Ran had just hit the enter key when she heard some noise behind her.

She turned her head and saw that it was her family's little dog that had slipped in.

"Er Huang, didn't I tell you that this room is full of goods and you can't come in?" Jiang Ran stood up and picked it up.