Feng Jing regretted it after he said that. What he said was too polite. It would be bad if he scared Jiang Ran.

He was trying to find a way out for himself, but Jiang Ran was amused by him. "Next time I eat seafood, I will definitely invite you."

Feng Jing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her smile. He also smiled and said, "I was joking."

He really wanted to eat with Jiang Ran, but eating meant that he had to take off his mask, which meant that his identity would be exposed.

They were about to go upstairs when another resident came out. She seemed to be very familiar with Jiang Ran. When she saw her, she greeted her kindly. "Xiao Jiang, did you go to collect vegetables again?"

"Yes, the tomatoes are growing well this time. Sister Wang, do you want to take two back?"

Sister Wang and Jiang Ran were old neighbors. Before the old house here was demolished, their families lived in the same building.

Later, the developer bought the land to build a new building. Jiang Ran's parents also bought a new house outside.

After the Zhenshui Village was built, they were too lazy to move back. Jiang Ran lived here alone.

Sister Wang walked to Jiang Ran and looked at the bag she was carrying. "Your tomatoes are so cute. They are very red."

Feng Jing saw that they were chatting, so he took the initiative to say, "I will go upstairs first."

Jiang Ran looked at him and nodded. "Okay."

Feng Jing carried the vegetables Jiang Ran gave him into the elevator. Sister Wang looked at his back and turned to ask Jiang Ran in a low voice, "Are you familiar with Mr. Feng?"

Jiang Ran said, "Not bad. Why?"

"Hey, I always feel that there is something wrong with Mr. Feng."

Sister Wang's voice was lower, and even her expression was more serious. "He has moved here for a while, but he always wears a mask and a hat. No one has ever seen his face."

Jiang Ran said, "Oh, about that. Mr. Feng said he had a cold."

"You believe what he says?"

Sister Wang looked at Jiang Ran a little worriedly. "Little Jiang, don't blame me for being nosy. You're a young girl living alone outside, and you're so pretty. It's easy for people to think about you.

This Mr Feng is so mysterious. You have to be careful. "

Jiang Ran said, "I'm not alone. I have a dog."

"Hey, that little dog of yours, what's the use of it when something really happens?

I think Mr Feng can send it flying with a kick. "

Sister Wang thought of this scene and could not help but remind her, "Anyway, don't get too close to him. He doesn't look like a good person."

Jiang Ran smiled and didn't answer. She took out two tomatoes from her pocket and stuffed them into Sister Wang's hands. "Sister Wang, take these two tomatoes and eat them."

"Ah, okay. Thank you." Sister Wang said goodbye to her and walked out of the neighborhood.

Jiang Ran walked into the elevator with a bag of vegetables. She seemed to be deep in thought.

This newly moved Mr Feng was indeed very suspicious. Although the clothes he wore were very low-key, Jiang Ran was a purchasing agent. She had come into contact with many luxury brands. She could tell that Mr Feng was wearing expensive brands.

However, she had never seen him go out to work. Speaking of which, what did Mr Feng do?

Was he a rich second-generation heir?

But why would a rich second-generation heir rent an apartment in their neighborhood?

Sister Wang's suspicions were not without reason. However, Jiang Ran subconsciously felt that Mr Feng was not a bad person.

Feng Jing, who left first, did not know that he had been classified as a "bad person" by the neighbors. He was very happy now. He just wanted to go on Weibo and show off the vegetables Jiang Ran gave him to everyone.

However, Jiang Ran would definitely recognize him.

What should he do?

Feng Jing frowned and pondered.

Ah, I have an idea.

He took out the vegetables one by one, washed his hands and started to cut them.

Because Michel often cooked for him, there were plenty of ingredients in the fridge.

He took out some vegetables from the fridge and cut them together. Then, he drizzled some salad dressing on top. A bowl of salad was ready.

Looking at his masterpiece, Feng Jing felt that he was a genius.

This way, Jiang Ran would not be able to recognize it!

He happily took a picture of the salad and posted it on Weibo.

Feng Jing V: "I mixed a salad with vegetables. It looks good [Gluttonous]"

Although there were no selfies, the fans still liked it and left comments.

"Ah, ah, ah, Feng Zong mixed the salad himself. I want to eat it!"

"Is Feng Zong on a diet recently?

Is he eating this for dinner? "

"I'm hungry."

"Hahaha, this is the first time I saw someone add green pepper to a salad. Hahaha!"

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Feng can cook!

Men who can cook are the best! "

"Tonight's dinner [Picture]"

Feng Jing sat at the table and scrolled through Weibo while eating the salad.

Ah, Jiang Ran's vegetables were indeed better than the ones Michel bought from the supermarket.

Michel seemed to have sensed it and quickly called him. "Feng Zong, are you only eating salad tonight?"

Feng Jing said, "Of course not. I'll make something myself later. You don't have to come over."

"Okay, I have an appointment with Dr. Zhang tomorrow morning. I'll pick you up at 9: 00 PM."

Hearing the words "Dr. Zhang", Feng Jing had a headache. "Okay, how long will the psychiatrist take?"

Michel said, "Qin Dong said that you can sleep without relying on drugs."

Feng Jing was speechless.

This depended on when the Taoist master who traveled around the world would return.

Jiang Ran was currently scrolling through Feng Jing's Weibo. She hadn't logged in for a few days. Today, when she heard the special notification, she couldn't help but log in to take a look.

Feng Jing didn't post a selfie or a video this time. Jiang Ran breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt a little disappointed.

However, she was quickly attracted by the vegetable salad on the screen. Feng Jing might have added a filter, as the color of the salad looked particularly delicious.

And from the picture, his knife skills were not bad. The white lotus slices were thin and even.

Oh, why don't I make a vegetable salad tonight?

This idea made Jiang Ran feel like she was 18 years old again. She always felt that she was doing the same things and eating the same things as her idol. It was as if she was closer to him.

She laughed at herself and still went to make the salad.

The next day, Michel came on time to pick up Feng Jing and bring him to Dr. Zhang's consultation room.

After chatting happily with Dr. Zhang for half an hour, Feng Jing came back and saw a familiar person standing at the entrance of the neighborhood.

… Isn't this He Zhiyuan's brother?!

Because he hadn't appeared for so long, Feng Jing almost forgot about him. Now that he suddenly appeared here, it was obvious that he was waiting for Jiang Ran.

He asked Michel to park the car next to He Zhiyuan, opened the door, and got out.

He Zhiyuan looked a little nervous. He kept adjusting his tie, and finally simply fixed his hair in the rearview mirror.

Feng Jing walked slowly in front of him, his eyes fixed on him.

Judging from the brand of the car he was driving, he should be in the management class of the company. He had a good income, but he hadn't become a senior executive yet.

However, he looked about the same age as him, so he should be more promising.

As for his appearance, compared to him, he was only so-so. His height was okay, but he was a few centimeters shorter than him.

Feng Jing felt that he didn't lose to him in any aspect. However, he had saved Er Huang before, so Jiang Ran had a good impression of him.

Because his eyes were too focused, He Zhiyuan finally turned around to look at him.

This glance made him stunned. It wasn't that the mask and hat on Feng Jing's face were too strange, but even the mask and hat couldn't hide his fierce aura.

He Zhiyuan was a game planner. Because of the company's publicity activities, he had met many stars … Yes, the aura of the person in front of him was very similar to those big stars. Even if he wore the most low-key clothes, he was the most conspicuous one in a crowd.

Was he a star?

But why would a star appear here?

"Hey, Mr. Feng, are you going out?"

Jiang Ran's voice interrupted the two men's thoughts. They turned their heads at the same time and looked at Jiang Ran.

Feng Jing's eyes curved into a smile. He looked at her and said, "No, I just came back.

Are you going out? "

"Yes."

For some reason, Jiang Ran suddenly felt a little guilty. She pursed her lips slightly and introduced him to him. "This is my friend. We are going out to eat."

"Oh."

Feng Jing's eyes fell on He Zhiyuan again. He was sharper than before. "Your boyfriend?"

"No." Other than feeling guilty, Jiang Ran was also a little embarrassed.

He Zhiyuan saw that Feng Jing had been looking at him, so he took the initiative to reach out his hand. "Hello."

Feng Jing also reached out and shook his hand symbolically. "Hello." He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at Jiang Ran. "Then I'll go back first. I won't disturb you."

"Okay, goodbye." Jiang Ran said goodbye to him. She watched him walk into the community gate and then got into the car.

After fastening her seat belt, she handed the gift in her bag to He Zhiyuan. "Happy birthday."

He Zhiyuan looked down and accepted it with a smile. "Thank you."

He wanted to say that he was already very happy that she could come to eat with him, but he swallowed the words back.

He was afraid that Jiang Ran would feel awkward.

"Are you really not coming to the party tonight?" He Zhiyuan asked casually.

Jiang Ran said, "Yes, I'm really sorry. I have a lot of work on hand recently."

He Zhiyuan had asked her to attend the birthday party in the evening, but there would be many of his friends and colleagues at the party. Jiang Ran felt that it would be inconvenient for her to go, so she found an excuse to go out with him at noon.

He Zhiyuan could more or less guess what she was thinking, but he was especially patient with Jiang Ran.

He kept the right distance from her so that she wouldn't feel burdened, but he wouldn't neglect her.

However, Mr. Feng's sudden appearance today made him a little concerned.

"Mr. Feng, who I met at the door just now, is he your neighbor?"

"Yes, he just moved here."

He Zhiyuan nodded slightly. "His surname is Feng?"

Jiang Ran smiled and said, "Of course Mr. Feng's surname is Feng."

He Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh, and then a name flashed through his mind.

Now, if an artist with the surname Feng was mentioned, most people would only blurt out one name.

Feng Jing.