By the time all the furniture was packed up, it was almost dark.

Moving house was really tiring, but no matter how hard it was, she couldn't let Mr. Feng starve.

Thus, Michel went to the kitchen to help Feng Jing prepare dinner.

Feng Jing sat comfortably on the newly delivered sofa and sent a message to the secretary of Chang Xin's studio.

F.J: I found the dog that exchanged souls with me. When will your boss come back?

Chang Xin's studio Mi Xiao Yan: Hello, it might be a while.

F.J: Can he stay abroad for so long with a tourist visa?

[Smile]

Chang Xin's studio Mi Xiao Yan: Our boss went to Africa again …

Feng Jing: "…"

Is your boss's name Nuannuan???

F.J: Okay, I'll wait. [Smile]

Chang Xin's studio Mi Xiao Yan: I'm so sorry.

When the sky was completely dark, Michel finally finished cooking. Feng Jing turned off Penguin and went to the dining room to eat.

Because of the new environment, Michel was especially worried that Feng Jing's condition would worsen at night, so she stayed here and planned to wait for him to fall asleep before leaving.

Feng Jing took his medicine on time. In order to reassure Michel, he didn't check Weibo and went straight to bed in the master bedroom.

Perhaps it was because Dr. Zhang's medicine was particularly effective, or because the dog was gradually adapting to his body, but Feng Jing was much more well-behaved at night.

Seeing that he had fallen asleep, Michel confirmed that the windows were all closed and left quietly.

When Feng Jing woke up the next day, his posture had barely changed.

After washing up, he was about to go to the kitchen to make breakfast when he received a call from Michel. "Feng Zong, Bunny's new lipstick is about to hit the market, and the advertisements are about to be released on major TV stations and online platforms.

They've sent you a box of lipstick. They hope that you can cooperate with them and post on Weibo to warm up for the upcoming promotion. "

Feng Jing's hand, which was about to beat the eggs, paused, and then he gently knocked on the bowl. "A box of lipstick?"

It was the first time he had heard that lipstick was measured in a box.

Michel said, "Yeah, it's like those big boxes that contain money in the movies, but it has their logo printed on it. It looks pretty good."

Feng Jing: "…"

"I did a rough count. There are about two hundred of them."

Feng Jing: "…"

Michel quickly brought the box of lipsticks to Feng Jing. Feng Jing counted them and found that there were indeed more than 200 sticks.

He thought that he was a man who understood fashion and aesthetics very well, but to be honest, it was really amazing to be able to come up with more than 200 colors.

And there was even a new series.

"Why do you think there are so many kinds of red?" Feng Jing was puzzled.

Michel sighed. "Nature is so colorful."

Feng Jing: "…"

He put the lipstick on the sofa and asked Michel to take a photo of him.

As a decathlon assistant, Michel had even learned photography!

He took the phone and chose an angle, made the composition, and did not forget to instruct Feng Jing to strike a more seductive pose. "Feng Zong, take a lipstick and open it to your lips. Yes, just like that. You don't have to look at the camera. Look down and you will feel like you are looking at nothingness."

Feng Jing: "…"

Mi Xiao's request was even more nonsensical than the photographer who took his magazine photos.

Michel took several photos in a row. After taking the photos, he chose the one he was most satisfied with and showed it to Feng Jing. "Feng Zong, do you think this one is okay?"

He took half of Feng Jing's profile. Not only did it highlight the perfect outline of his facial features, but even his eyelashes were particularly clear. They were dense and long.

In the camera, he looked down slightly, as if he was worried about what to do with this box of lipstick.

"Yes, it's not bad." Feng Jing was very satisfied with his beauty.

After receiving Feng Jing's praise, Michel was very happy. "I will edit the picture and adjust the color. Then I can post it."

Michel was full of energy and finished his work. He sent the edited photo to Feng Jing.

Feng Jing logged into Weibo, thought about the caption, and then posted it.

Feng Jing V: Bunny's box of lipstick. How should I use it?

[Picture]

A second after the Weibo post was posted, a large number of comments began to appear.

"It's the best for me!!!"

"Ahhhhhh, I'm crazy!

I'm so handsome!!! "

"So many lipsticks!

And they are all from Bunny!

Jealousy is making me lose my mind! "

"Feng Zong, do a repost lottery, please (cover face)."

"Since you all want lipstick, then Feng Zong is mine!"

"I just want to become the lipstick in your hand (goodbye)."

"When will Movie King Feng's advertisement be released?

That's right, I'm so thirsty (laugh cry). "

Today, Jiang Ran was still reading Kitano Kensei's original article. When she was resting, she accidentally refreshed this Weibo post. Ever since Feng Jing touched her head at the airport, she had followed Feng Jing's Weibo.

However, the frequency of his Weibo posts was not high. This kind of post with a photo was even rarer!

As a girl who always paid attention to makeup and skincare and fashion, Jiang Ran's first concern was not the box of lipstick, but Feng Jing — he was really too flirtatious!

Thinking about how such a person touched her head at the airport, Jiang Ran could not remain calm.

If only she had the chance to see him again.

It was a pity that Feng Jing only acted and did not sing. Otherwise, she could see him at the concert. For such a star who focused on acting, would she have to go to the film set?

Penguin, which was hanging on the computer, suddenly rang crazily.

Yan Huanhuan: Ahhhhhh, Jiang Ran!

Yan Huanhuan: Did you see Feng Jing's new Weibo post?

Yan Huanhuan: Too damn handsome!

Yan Huanhuan: How can there be such a handsome man in the world who has so much lipstick?!

Jiang Ran: "…"

Yan Huanhuan: And I only want this man!

Jiang Ran: … Who wouldn't want to? [Lifeless eyes.jpg]

Yan Huanhuan: Love rival, draw your sword!

While the fans were screaming excitedly, Feng Jing's sister — that's right, the sister who sent his resume to Kaihuang — called him. "Brother, I saw your Weibo post!

You don't need lipstick, right? It's okay, I'll help you! "

"…" Feng Jing smiled. "Thank you, but it's okay."

"…" Feng Ya was silent for a while, then said generously, "It's okay, you don't have to be so polite with me. I'll ask my secretary to pick it up later."

Then she quickly hung up the phone.

Feng Jing: "…"

Feng Jing thought, Well, she doesn't know that I've moved anyway.

Bunny's planner saw that Feng Jing's Weibo post was so enthusiastic, so he contacted Qin Fan to add another wave of publicity.

Qin Fan, who was busy with a meeting, passed the matter to Michel.

Michel was just an assistant, so he couldn't make decisions for Feng Jing, so he had to ask Feng Jing himself.

"Feng Zong." He walked to the balcony and called out to Feng Jing.

Since lunch, he had been sitting on the balcony and looking out. No one knew what he was looking at.

Feng Jing heard Michel's voice and turned to look at him. "What's the matter?"

Michel said, "Bunny's planner just contacted me and said that he wants you to print a lip print on their card, and then they'll print a thousand copies. When the new lipstick hits the market, it'll be a limited edition gift. Do you agree?"

Feng Jing asked, "What does Qin Fan mean?"

"Qin Dong is very busy these days. He said that you should make the decision for such a small matter. If you agree, he'll sign a supplementary agreement with Bunny."

Feng Jing thought for a while. "Who will the original card be given to?

Will Bunny keep it, or will I keep it? "

Michel said, "If you want to keep it for yourself, we can ask you to keep it for yourself."

"Okay, then."

"Okay, then I'll go talk to him!" Michel's enthusiasm for work was unprecedentedly high because it was his first time doing this kind of work.

In the evening, Jiang Ran sat in front of the computer to count the orders. His Penguin account rang crazily again.

Yan Huanhuan: "!!!!!"

Yan Huanhuan: "Feng Jing has posted on Weibo again!"

Jiang Ran: "…"

She ignored the notifications that were still ringing and directly clicked on Feng Jing's Weibo to find out what was going on.

Sure enough, he had posted a new Weibo post, and it was even a video.

Jiang Ran clicked on it with his index finger and the video started playing.

Feng Jing, who was wearing a white shirt, was sitting on the sofa with a custom-made card from Bunny in his hand.

He looked at the camera and smiled. Then he gently kissed the card in his hand.

There was a light lip print on the card. He held the card in front of the camera and said, "Goodnight."

The video stopped abruptly. It only lasted for a short ten seconds.

However, the fans were already going crazy.

"How can we say goodnight when you're so flirtatious!"

"Big!

Late!

Go!

Do!

This!

Do!

Flirt!

Really!

Do!

Good!

Do! "

"Nosebleed … I can't stop it.

"A song called 'Can't Sleep Tonight' is for everyone present."

"That card!

Auction!!

I'll pay 100 million yuan! "

"What color is Feng Zong using?!

It looks so good!! "

"So, so exciting."

"I don't want the lipstick, I don't want it. I just want the lip print."

"… Feng Zong is actually going all out. Bunny might be the biggest winner."

Bunny was indeed overjoyed. Initially, when Qin Fan discussed the contract with them, they felt that the asking price was a little high. Now, it seemed that this wave was definitely not a loss.

The lipstick that Feng Jing was using was their next main product. They could already foresee that after the release, there would be a shortage of supply!

Seeing that it was about time, Bunny's official Weibo reposted Feng Jing's Weibo post and explained how to obtain the printed version of the card.

Jiang Ran had already replayed Feng Jing's video eight times during this period of time.

The hormones that could not be ignored even through the screen were really driving people crazy.

Wasn't it just selling lipstick? Was there a need to test the fans' hearts like this?

Jiang Ran touched his face and quickly went to lie down on the bed.

Male celebrities nowadays were really something.