After being provoked by Feng Jing, Jiang Ran deliberately didn't pay attention to his Weibo for the next three days.

But Feng Jing had been paying attention to her.

During the day, he liked to sit by the balcony and observe whether Jiang Ran went out. After three days of observation, he came to the conclusion that Jiang Ran was an otaku.

Her life was very regular. Every day at around four o 'clock in the afternoon, she would go downstairs to mail a batch of parcels, and then she would walk her dog for an hour. The rest of the time, she basically didn't go out.

All in all, Er Huang's Dan Dan was safe for the time being.

Thinking of this, Feng Jing finally decided to go out and send a lipstick to Feng Ya.

After he posted the lipstick on Weibo, Feng Ya insisted on calling him every day to harass him. Feng Jing had a headache because of her pestering, so he had to give her the lipstick and keep only the one he had used.

He didn't want her to know that he had moved, so he didn't ask Feng Ya's secretary to come over to pick it up. Instead, he sent it to her in person.

He felt that he was really a filial brother.

Maybe it was because good deeds would be rewarded. When he came back, he met Jiang Ran downstairs to pick up the package.

The size of the package was similar to the one he had seen in the warehouse before. It was very big. When he picked up Jiang Ran's small body, he always felt that she would be crushed in the next moment.

He asked Michel to drive the car away and sped up to catch up with her.

"Miss Jiang." He walked to Jiang Ran's side and called her.

Jiang Ran turned her head and saw a familiar black mask and cap. "Ah, Mr. Feng."

Feng Jing nodded at her and took the package in her hand naturally. "Let me help you carry it."

When Jiang Ran reacted, her hands were empty. She was stunned and smiled at Feng Jing. "Sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome."

After Feng Jing carried the box, he found that the box was heavier than he thought. He didn't know how Jiang Ran carried it. "What did you buy?

Such a big box. "

Jiang Ran said, "My friend sent them from abroad. They're not mine. They were sold to others."

Feng Jing pretended to be enlightened and said, "Is Miss Jiang working as a purchasing agent?"

"Yes, I did it with my university classmate. She's studying there."

"I see. I also have a friend who is a purchasing agent. I heard from them that it is very tiring."

"Haha, it's alright. Because the two of us are only working part-time, we don't usually flood the screen."

When Feng Jing heard that she was working part-time, he wanted to talk to her about her job, but he felt that he was too radical, so he changed the topic. "Then can I add you on WeChat?"

Jiang Ran nodded. "Of course, but most of the things we sell are makeup, skincare, and snacks. There are more things for women. You can also buy them for your girlfriend."

"Ahem." Feng Jing suddenly coughed twice. "I don't have a girlfriend. I want to give it to my sister."

"Wow, you're so good to your sister."

"…" Yes, after all, he had just given her a box of lipstick.

"Mr. Feng, haven't you recovered from your cold?" Jiang Ran suddenly asked.

Feng Jing's face changed. Fortunately, the mask on his face covered most of his face. "Yes, I have the kind of constitution that makes it difficult for me to recover from a cold."

This was the truth. He didn't lie.

"When I was studying, my roommate gave me a folk prescription. It was to boil ginger with cola. It was quite effective. Do you want to try it?"

"Really?

I'll try it when I go back. "

After entering the elevator, Feng Jing finally had time to add Jiang Ran on WeChat.

Her WeChat account was "Da Keke Purchasing Agent". Her profile picture was a girl with short brown hair.

Feng Jing looked at the profile picture and frowned slightly. "This doesn't seem to be you."

Jiang Ran explained, "This is my classmate, Zhao Ke."

"Do you two share a WeChat account?"

"Yes, this account is hers. She is responsible for posting on WeChat Moments. I only use the web version to reply to messages."

"Oh …" So it took him a long time to get a WeChat account for work. "You are basically the one who replies to all the messages, right?"

"Yes."

Only then did Feng Jing send out the application.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor. Jiang Ran picked up the box and smiled at Feng Jing. "Then I'll go first. Thank you, Mr. Feng."

After she left for a long time, Feng Jing was still thinking about her smile.

He had already said that Jiang Ran's appearance was very much in line with his aesthetic standards. When she smiled, it hit his heart directly.

Because he was too immersed in his thoughts, the elevator went from the fifteenth floor to the first floor. He looked at the residents standing outside and calmly walked out. Then he went to another elevator and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.

After he got home, he took off his mask and hat, sat on the sofa, and called Michel. "Mi Xian, help me buy a bottle of cola. Do you have ginger here?"

"Yes, we have ginger. Are you … going to boil ginger with cola?"

"Yes."

"… Why?"

"Because I have a cold."

Michel: "…"

She knew that Feng Jing had explained to the neighbors that he was wearing a mask because he had a cold. But Mr. Feng, aren't you being too immersed in your role?!

But the job of a personal assistant was to cooperate with the boss even if he was crazy.

So Michel followed his instructions and bought a bottle of cola. Of course, the job of boiling ginger was also his.

After Feng Jing accepted Jiang Ran's friend request, he kept scrolling through the WeChat Moments of the account "Da Keke Purchasing."

Jiang Ran was right. Compared to other purchasing accounts, the number of WeChat Moments of this account was indeed pitifully small. However, the range of products was quite wide. Basically, they had everything that other purchasing accounts had.

Feng Jing scrolled through the WeChat Moments and sent a message to Jiang Ran.

Feng: Is this Miss Jiang?

After a while, he received a reply.

Da Keke Purchasing: Yes, Mr. Feng (cute emoji).

Feng Jing smiled and continued to type: "I saw the multivitamin that you sent. I want to ask if it's useful?"

Da Keke Purchasing: Yes, it's useful. I take it every day.

Feng Jing couldn't help but smile again. Yes, he knew that she took it every day.

Da Keke Purchasing: Are you going to give it to your sister?

How old is your sister? This depends on the age range.

Feng Jing thought for a while and replied: "My sister is in her twenties."

Da Keke Purchasing: Yes, there were multivitamins in the box that was sent today.

Feng: Then I'll find a time to get it from you. Is that okay?

Da Keke Purchasing: Sure. You'll save on shipping and packaging. 23333.

Feng: Yes, 23333.

Feng Jing's heart was wild with joy. How could he be so quick-witted?!

He was so happy that he transferred 10,000 yuan to Jiang Ran.

Da Keke Purchasing: Σ (⊙ ▽ ⊙\ "a How much do you want to buy?

I don't have enough stock here.

Feng: It's okay. I'll deposit it with you first. You can just deduct it from the money when you buy something in the future. You don't have to transfer it every time. ^ _ ^

Jiang Ran had been a purchasing agent for a long time. She had seen all kinds of customers, but this was the first time she had seen someone who trusted her so much.

Mr. Feng might really like his sister.

Da Keke Purchasing: Okay, I'll remember it. ^ _ ^

Feng: (cute emoji)

When Michel came out of the kitchen with a bowl of cola ginger soup, she saw Feng Jing sitting on the sofa and smiling.

Feng Zong seemed to be smiling like this a lot recently. Was he in a relationship?

Michel was alarmed. It was already very unusual for him to move here. If he was secretly in a relationship … the consequences would be unimaginable!

While Feng Jing was taking pictures of the ginger soup, Michel prepared herself to talk to him about relationships. "Feng Zong."

"Yes?"

"Um … Well," Michel tried to organize her words. "You know that the company is not against artists dating. Qin Dong is also a reasonable person. Um … Do you understand what I mean?"

Feng Jing finally raised his head and looked at him. "No, I don't."

"…" Okay, then he would make it clearer. "If you want to be in a relationship, you must tell Qin Dong!"

"Why?

He's not the one I want to be in a relationship with. "

Michel: "…"

So he admitted that he wanted to be in a relationship?

Michel wanted to say something, but Feng Jing focused on WeChat again.

Feng: (picture)

Feng: The cola ginger soup is ready.

Da Keke: Drink it while it's hot. I wish you a speedy recovery.

Feng: Thank you (cute)

Then Feng Jing, who didn't catch a cold at all, drank the whole bowl of cola ginger soup very diligently.

It was good to take precautions.

After dinner, Michel cleaned up the kitchen and came out to remind Feng Jing to go to bed early. "Feng Zong, you don't have to work for a while, so you should go to bed early. Today, a blogger on Weibo said that he worked overtime every day and then suddenly had a brain hemorrhage."

Feng Jing looked at him with surprise. "Really?"

"Yes, that Weibo post is trending."

Hearing this, Feng Jing opened Weibo and searched for it. He really saw that Weibo post.

The blogger wrote a very detailed description of what happened in the post. Many netizens panicked and said that they would never stay up late to cultivate immortality again.

Feng Jing's work couldn't be stopped if he didn't want to. When he was shooting night scenes, it was often past 12 o 'clock. It was common for him to stay up all night.

However, Jiang Ran was different from him. She could go to bed early, but every time he went to bed at 12 o 'clock, she was still awake!

Feng Jing decided to urge Jiang Ran to go to bed early tonight.

When he changed to Er Huang, the light in Jiang Ran's room was still on. He ran over and saw that she was still packing.

Thinking of the big box of goods that had just been delivered today, Feng Jing guessed that she was busy delivering the goods to the people who had ordered them.

"Woof! Woof!" Feng Jing ran to her and wagged his tail desperately.

"Ah, Er Huang, why are you here again? Go out and play." Jiang Ran waved her hand, as if she wanted to drive him out.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" However, Feng Jing didn't give in and still wagged his tail at her.

"Er Huang, don't make trouble. I'm going to finish packing soon."

Feng Jing circled around her and ran to her bedroom to take out her quilt.

"Woof! Woof!"

Jiang Ran: "…"