Qin Fan was a shareholder of Tian Qin Entertainment. He was also the most famous manager in Tian Qin. Any artist that he managed would become famous in China.

Perhaps it was because his aura was too strong, many people in the company were afraid of him, and Michel was no exception.

Just like now, when Qin Fan called her out, Michel couldn't wait to tell him everything she knew, "After Feng Zong went overseas, he suddenly started acting like this, but it only acted up at night. I checked some information, and it said that it was because he was too stressed during the day.

The big movements mentioned in the report were probably because I was preventing him from running around. "

"What about the bondage play?"

"That was because I was afraid that he would make more noise and attract the people from the hotel, so I planned to tie him up with a rope."

Qin Fan's calm expression finally changed, "Did you tie him up?"

"No, no!

Feng Zong didn't agree, so how would I dare to tie him up! "

Michel really wanted to cry. Feng Jing was now Qin Fan's most valued artist. If anything happened to him, she had no doubt that she would be skinned alive.

Qin Fan softened his tone and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"

"Because, because … Feng Zong didn't let me tell you." Michel's voice was as low as a mosquito.

Qin Fan glanced at Feng Jing, who sat there with a straight face. It seemed that he was in a worse mood than Qin Fan.

Qin Fan exhaled and asked, "Do you know who the insider in the report is?"

Michel looked at Feng Jing and saw that he had no intention of speaking, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "I suspect it's Zhu Shuyan, because I met her twice."

Qin Fan tapped his fingertips on the table and said, "We won't work with someone like her again. I will negotiate with Bunny to change the female lead for the remaining two episodes."

The lipstick commercial for Bunny was a series with a story. Currently, it was tentatively scheduled to be broadcast in four episodes. Feng Jing signed a full contract, but for someone like Zhu Shuyan, it was definitely signed in separate episodes, so it wouldn't be too troublesome to change the lead.

"Also, the colleagues in the PR department have already drafted a statement. After the company sends it out, you can just forward it. You don't need to respond.

We will remove the trending searches and Weibo. It shouldn't take long for our water army to change the direction of the news. "

Michel was still admiring Qin Fan's swift and decisive actions, when she was called out by him again, "Michel, go back and write a report to me. Next time you know something, if you don't report it, you don't have to come to work.

"... I-I understand."

Michel looked at Qin Fan nervously. Earlier, Movie King Feng had asked him to look for a house. Should he tell Qin Dong about this?

As if he saw through his thoughts, Feng Jing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Mi Xian, you can go out and write the report."

Michel: "..."

He walked out of Qin Fan's office, looking back three times with each step.

After he left, Qin Fan called his secretary and asked her to make two cups of coffee.

The secretary knew their tastes very well. She efficiently made the coffee, brought it into Qin Fan's office, and politely left.

Qin Fan picked up the coffee and took a sip. He asked Feng Jing, "Have you been under a lot of pressure lately?"

Feng Jing pursed his lips and replied half-heartedly, "Yes."

"Because of what?"

"..." He didn't know why. He couldn't say that it was because of the attacks from Mo Zhen's fans. Qin Fan wouldn't believe him.

He took a sip of the coffee in front of him and pretended that he didn't want to answer.

Qin Fan waited for a while. He put down the coffee cup in his hand and said, "I won't arrange any work for you for a while. You can go and receive counseling."

"... There's no need for that, right?

I think I'll be fine with counseling myself. "

"I'll ask my secretary to make an appointment for you. I'll let you know when the appointment is made."

Feng Jing: "..."

This was why he didn't like Qin Fan.

Qin Fan had always been very efficient. The day before, he had asked Feng Jing to receive counseling, and the day after, he helped him make an appointment with a psychiatrist.

Due to Qin Fan's obscenity, Feng Jing had no choice but to see the psychiatrist.

He drove himself to the psychological treatment room. It was a very private place. Qin Fan must have picked it out of thousands of times.

The secretary at the door led him to a room. He didn't see a single person on the way.

"Mr. Feng, Dr. Zhang is already waiting for you inside."

"Okay, thank you." Feng Jing's voice sounded a little muffled from behind the mask.

He pushed open the door and walked in. Sure enough, he saw a man in a suit.

The man was standing in front of a water tank feeding goldfish. When he saw him walk in, he gave him a professional smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Feng."

Feng Jing took off the mask on his face and smiled back at him, "Hello, Dr. Zhang."

Seeing that he didn't resist, Dr. Zhang smiled and invited him to the chair opposite his desk, "Please have a seat."

Feng Jing walked over with his long legs. After sitting down on the chair, he realized that it was quite comfortable.

"I've already heard about your situation from Mr. Qin. He said that you've been under a lot of pressure recently."

Feng Jing said, "Actually, it's not that. I don't know if you've seen that video. In our acting class, we have a class called" Releasing Inner Nature ". I was just too immersed in my acting during the day, so I used this method to vent at night."

Dr. Zhang smiled and said to him, "I've seen Mr. Feng's movies. You're a dedicated actor.

However, the more dedicated an actor is, the easier it is for them to accumulate pressure at work.

Since you've walked in here, it means that you've realized that you need some counseling. You can talk to me. I'll keep it a secret for you. I won't even tell Mr. Qin. "

No, he walked in here because of Qin Fan's ability to cover the sky with one hand...

However, this psychiatrist didn't seem to be easy to fool. Feng Jing decided to listen to his advice and talk to him frankly, "Actually, I turn into a dog every night."

"Turn into a dog?" Dr. Zhang finally showed a strange expression.

Feng Jing didn't mind. He nodded and continued, "Yes, every night at midnight, I'll exchange souls with a dog. The person you see isn't me, but that dog."

After he finished talking, Dr. Zhang was silent for a long time. Then, he smiled at him and said, "Mr. Feng, if you don't want to tell me the truth, I can't help you."

Feng Jing was speechless.

Dr. Zhang didn't believe him when he told him the truth. What else could he do?

In the end, Dr. Zhang talked to him for half an hour, but he didn't get any results. He only prescribed some sleeping pills for him to take before going to bed at night.

Although Feng Jing felt that he had wasted half an hour of his life, this medicine seemed to come in handy. After taking it, the dog should be more obedient at night, right?

He drove out of the consulting room. Michel called to ask him how his conversation with the doctor went.

Feng Jing said, "It was okay."

"That's good."

Michel seemed to be relieved. "Qin Dong said that he needs to come here for counseling every week. I'll arrange the specific time and send it to you."

Feng Jing was speechless.

"If there's nothing else, I won't bother you."

"Wait."

Feng Jing stopped Michel, who was about to hang up. "Do you have any clues about the real estate I asked you to help me find?"

"I'm looking for it. I'll send it to you as soon as I finish sorting it out."

"Well, remember not to tell Qin Fan about this." Feng Jing's tone was almost threatening.

"Well, Feng Zong, I think..."

"I think you don't want to be my assistant anymore."

"... I see."

"Very good."

Feng Jing was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I'm going home now. Go to the supermarket and buy me some beer and cheese."

"Beer and cheese?" Michel felt strange, but she didn't dare to ask. "What brand of beer do you want?

What kind of cheese? "

"Anything. You can choose as you see fit. The cheese needs to be in chunks."

"Got it. I'll send it to you after I buy it."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jing was a little upset. He didn't know why, but after seeing the psychiatrist, he was even more upset.

After he got home, he took a shower. Michel came over with big and small bags.

In addition to the beer and cheese Feng Jing asked him to buy, he also bought a lot of vegetables, fruits, and meat. He directly stuffed the big refrigerator in Feng Jing's kitchen.

Feng Jing picked a can of beer he brought and began to cut the cheese.

He remembered that Jiang Ran had cut the cheese into small pieces that could be eaten in one bite, so he also cut the cheese into small pieces.

When he was abroad, he had seen people use red wine with cheese, but he had never tried it with beer.

Like Jiang Ran, he drank a mouthful of beer and ate a piece of cheese. Feng Jing tasted it carefully.

His mood seemed to be a lot better, but the cheddar cheese was a little bland. He could buy saltier cheese next time.

During the time when he didn't have to work, Feng Jing could have gone to bed early, but he still waited until 12 o'clock.

Jiang Ran also didn't sleep at this time. She was holding a massager in one hand and was rolling it on her face. Her other hand didn't forget to tap on the computer.

She was looking at Feng Jing's Weibo. Not long after Feng Jing searched online yesterday, he forwarded the company's "solemn statement", saying that this malicious defamation and slander had been handed over to the law firm to handle.

And the storm of "gay lovers" died down as quickly as it came.

"Tian Qin's public relations is quite fast," Jiang Ran mumbled vaguely, and saw her dog sneak into the bedroom again.

"Er Huang, it's already 12 o 'clock. Why have you become a night owl recently?" Er, if he was a dog, should he say "night dog"?

"Woof." The little dog on the ground barked weakly and lay down beside her bed.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Ran put down the massager in her hand and picked it up from the ground.

Her dog's mood was unpredictable recently. When she took it out for a walk in the afternoon, it was as happy as a fool. Why was it depressed now?

"Woof." Feng Jing found a comfortable position on Jiang Ran's lap and lay down motionlessly again.

"Er Huang, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Ran's hand rubbed Er Huang's body. She had raised Er Huang for a year, so she knew how to make it feel comfortable.

But Er Huang's reaction was a bit strange today. After she touched it for a while, she found that it was … hard???