Feng Jing was uncontactable.

Jiang Ran hadn't received any reply from him. Although she kept reminding herself that he might just be busy, after waiting for half an hour, her patience had reached its limit.

She logged into her Weibo and went to Feng Jing's homepage. The last update was the day he had just arrived in Japan.

Many fans were asking about his safety in the comments. Everyone was very anxious because they hadn't received any news from him.

After another half an hour, Meng Xingchuan's Weibo directly ignited the fans' emotions.

Meng Xingchuan: Old Feng's cell phone has been uncontactable. His assistant and agent can't get through either. His family has called me. What can I do? I'm also desperate. Old Feng, come back quickly. I can't bear it alone.

[Cover face] When Meng Xingchuan's assistant saw this kind of Weibo post, she felt that it was over. However, Meng Xingchuan's agent was Feng Jing's agent. They were uncontactable in Japan together. Now, no one could care about him!

With such a delay, Meng Xingchuan's Weibo exploded.

"Meng Meng, is there still no news from our Cinderella?"

"Can the fans in Japan organize to look for him?"

"Stop the hot comments, OK?

There's a typhoon in Japan now. What's the point of looking for him?

Fans, don't make trouble. Just stay at home. I believe that our Feng Zong will be fine! "

"Friends who can speak Japanese just called the police and asked. They said that there's no news from Feng Jing. No news is good news!"

"Blessings, blessings, blessings, blessings, blessings."

Jiang Ran looked at these comments and became more and more anxious. Even Feng Jing's family didn't have any news from him. Something must have happened to him.

"Feng Jing is uncontactable in Japan" quickly reached the top of the hot search list in just half an hour. After the senior management of Tian Qin Entertainment found out, they first asked people to remove the hot search list. Then, they called Meng Xingchuan, who "wanted to see the world in chaos," to the office and scolded him.

"The situation is not clear now. Why are you posting on Weibo?

Don't you think it's chaotic enough? "

Because Qin Fan had gone to Japan with Feng Jing, Tian Qin's top BSS official met Meng Xingchuan directly.

"…" Meng Xingchuan felt wronged. "I'm also worried about Feng Jing!"

"You can just worry about it in your heart. You don't have to post it on Weibo to tell everyone!"

Meng Xingchuan: "…"

"Chief Wu, Chief Wu!

Qin Fan is calling! "

Everyone in the office was shocked. Boss Wu took the phone from his secretary and asked quickly, "What happened to you?

What's the situation now? "

Qin Fan's voice came intermittently through the static of the radio waves. "We are trapped in the tram. The network and signal here are not good. It was not easy for me to get through the phone..."

CEO Wu got the gist of it and asked, "How are you guys doing now?"

"Everything is fine at the moment. I just don't know when the trams will start running again …" Qin Fan stopped talking. But when he heard that they were fine, Director Wu was relieved.

Seeing him hang up, Meng Xingchuan hurriedly asked, "How is it? How is it?

Is Old Feng and the others okay? "

"They are fine. They are trapped in the tram and may not be able to get out for the time being."

Director Wu put down the phone and said to his secretary, "Ask the public relations department to post on Weibo that Feng Jing and the others are fine. If this continues, there will be a memorial service for him on Weibo."

"Understood. I will do it right away."

After the secretary left, Director Wu looked at Meng Xingchuan again. "Tell Feng Jing's family not to worry."

"Okay, okay, okay. I will go right away."

"After reporting that they are safe, write an 800-word reflection and send it to me."

Meng Xingchuan: "…"

Did the senior management of this company dream of being a class teacher when they were young?!

Why did they ask people to write reflections for no reason?!

After Tian Qin's official Weibo post clarified the situation, it was quickly shared by netizens. Jiang Ran also saw it immediately.

Her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally calmed down. Only then did she realize that her back was already drenched in cold sweat. Even her clothes were soaked.

She went to take a shower and changed into clean clothes. Then she sat on the sofa with her phone and scrolled through Weibo. She was afraid that she would miss the news about Feng Jing.

Er Huang jumped onto the sofa, put his head on her lap, and yawned.

After the tram stopped service for six hours, it finally started running again.

As soon as Feng Jing came out of the station, he received countless messages. He first called his family and then saw that Jiang Ran had sent him more than a dozen messages.

Jiang Ran: There is a typhoon in Japan. Are you okay?

Jiang Ran: Mr. Feng, are you there?

Jiang Ran: Are you okay?

Jiang Ran: Mr. Feng, Weibo has exploded. Come out and reply to the messages.

Jiang Ran: Feng Jing, don't scare me …

Feng Jing read all the messages one by one. He wished that he could call Jiang Ran right now. However, Qin Fan and Michel were in the same car as him, so it was not convenient for him to talk to her.

When they returned to the hotel and everyone returned to their rooms, Feng Jing directly dialed Jiang Ran's number using Wechat.

Jiang Ran was stunned by the sudden call. When she saw the caller ID, she quickly picked it up. "Mr. Feng, is that you?"

"It's me."

The moment she heard Feng Jing's voice, Jiang Ran's heart softened and her nose became a little sore.

She calmed herself down and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I saw on Weibo that you were trapped in the tram."

"Yes."

Feng Jing took off his wet jacket and rubbed his wet hair. "Today, we were supposed to take a set of photos in the tram, but we didn't expect to encounter a typhoon. The tram stopped service and we couldn't get off. We could only wait."

"How are things now?

Are you out already? "

"Yes, I just arrived at the hotel.

The signal was bad before, so I didn't call you until now. I'm sorry. "

"It's okay." Jiang Ran pursed her dry lips slightly and continued, "It's good that you're okay."

Feng Jing's heart suddenly ached. He didn't dare to think about how Jiang Ran felt when she sent him more than ten messages.

If it were him, he would have gone crazy.

"I'm fine. Sorry to make you worry."

Jiang Ran's fingers holding the phone tightened slightly. She took a deep breath again and asked Feng Jing on the other end of the phone, "Can you tell me your address?

I want to send you something. "

Feng Jing felt a little strange about what she wanted to send him, but he still told her his address honestly. "My house is in Building 306, the second phase of Nanting Huadu."

Nanting Huadu?

Jiang Ran silently remembered it in her heart.

She had heard of this building. It was one of the most famous and high-end mansions in A City.

But unlike Kenny Manor, it didn't have overwhelming advertisements. It had always been quietly high-profile.

It was said that all the houses in Nanting Huadu were sold internally. Although they were expensive, there was never a lack of sales.

This temperament was quite compatible with Feng Jing.

"What do you want to send me?

Is it Fleur's Christmas limited edition?

I said that it's for you. "

Jiang Ran smiled and said, "No, you'll know when you receive it."

Feng Jing thought for a moment and didn't ask any more questions. "Well, we may return home early. I'll contact you when I arrive."

"Okay."

As soon as Feng Jing hung up the phone, Michel ran over and knocked on his door.

Seeing that he was still wearing wet clothes, Michel had a headache. "Feng Zong, why haven't you changed and taken a shower yet? If you catch a cold, Qin Dong will blame me for not taking good care of you!"

"Got it. I just called my friend to tell her that I'm safe. I'll go now."

Feng Jing said as he took off his T-shirt. Michel looked at his chest and abdominal muscles that were suddenly exposed to the air and turned her head away uncomfortably.

"Ahem."

He coughed awkwardly and found a topic to divert his attention. "Meng Xingchuan said on Weibo that he lost contact with you. His fans are going crazy. You've been on the hot search recently."

Feng Jing twitched the corner of his mouth. He and Meng Xingchuan were classmates in college. He couldn't be more clear about his character. "Meng Xingchuan, that idiot, has probably been scolded. After Qin Fan knows about it, he will definitely scold him again."

Michel: "…"

Suddenly, she felt a little sympathy for him.

"I'll post on Weibo after taking a shower." Feng Jing took his nightgown and went to the bedroom.

While he was taking a shower, Michel found a way to make cola ginger soup for him and sent a bowl of it to Qin Fan.

As soon as Feng Jing came out, he smelled a familiar smell. He raised his eyebrows at Michel. "You're quite good. Where did you get the ginger?"

"I borrowed it from the kitchen.

I also prepared cold medicine and fever medicine. If you don't feel well, take one quickly.

By the way, there's a thermometer. Do you want to take your temperature first? "

"… I'm fine. You can take your temperature first."

"I've already taken a cold medicine. It should be fine!

I'll put everything here. You can use it when you need it. "

"Okay."

Feng Jing walked to the mirror. He held a hairdryer in one hand to dry his hair and used the other to check Weibo.

Michel was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him, so she quickly went to help him dry his hair.

Feng Jing sat on the small sofa, changed into a comfortable position, and browsed today's news.

"Well, Meng Xingchuan deserved it this time. If Qin Fan's call had come a little later, Weibo would have held a memorial service for me."

Michel: "…"

Feng Jing typed the message as he spoke. After checking that there were no typos, he sent it out.

Feng Jing: Sorry to have worried everyone. The staff and I have arrived at the hotel safely. Everyone is safe. Don't worry.

I didn't expect to encounter so many things when I went out for a photo shoot. The typhoon this time was really strong. Friends in Japan should pay more attention to your safety. Try not to go out if you have nothing to do.

Thank you again.

"Ahhhh, Feng Zong is fine. Thank goodness!

Thank you! "

"I was really scared to death today. Please Feng Zong comfort me."

"There should be a selfie here!

How do we know if you're really fine without a selfie? "

"I'm also in Japan. I'm constantly receiving typhoon warnings. I'm shivering at home."

"I knew that our Cinderella would turn misfortunes into blessings. After all, we have magic QQ."

Jiang Ran, who had been paying attention to Feng Jing's Weibo, also quickly saw the message. She liked Feng Jing's post and then went downstairs to mail the things she had sent to Feng Jing.

After the typhoon passed, Qin Fan booked the fastest flight back to China.

Feng Jing left the airport and was directly sent back to his residence by the car waiting outside.

The sunny weather in China made his mood brighter. The flowers and plants in the neighborhood looked brighter and cuter than usual.

Michel drove the car to the front of the villa, and Feng Jing got out of the car.

In front of every small bungalow here, there was a box specially used to receive letters and express deliveries. Every day, there would be someone in charge of delivering them.

Feng Jing was thinking about the things Jiang Ran said. When he arrived at the door, he couldn't wait to get out of the car to check.

There was indeed something new sent, but it was just a letter.

Feng Jing didn't expect that Jiang Ran would write him a letter. He took the letter into the house with some doubts and curiosity.

As soon as he walked into the bedroom, he opened the letter and took out the neatly folded letter.

To Mr. Feng Jing:

When I wrote this name, I was a little surprised. Before this, I never thought that I would one day write a letter to a big star.

It's also a very interesting experience.

^_^

I'm writing this letter mainly to share my recent mood with Mr. Feng. It may be a little long-winded, but I hope that you can read it patiently.

Recently, I've been thinking about Mr. Feng for no reason.

Maybe when I'm translating some difficult words from Mr. Kitano, Mr. Feng's face suddenly appears. Or maybe when I'm discussing which hot pot to eat tonight with my friends, I suddenly think about Mr. Feng. Even if the vegetables I planted are harvested, I think that I should share some of them with Mr. Feng. They must be delicious.

This kind of thing always happens frequently.

I've never been in a relationship before, so I don't know what it feels like to be in a relationship. But I'm not a slow person. I think my current mood is the feeling of liking someone.

So this is what it feels like to like someone.

When I heard that Mr. Feng was missing in Japan, I was really worried. At that time, I thought, if I never see Mr. Feng again, what should I do?

I'll cry.

Before, Mr. Feng always wore a mask, and we never had a meal together. Yes, we didn't even have a meal together.

In a few days, the vegetables I planted can be harvested again. This time, there are radishes, lentils, green peppers, and broccoli. When you come back, you can eat them.

Yes, I don't know if there's anything you like.

I don't know if Mr. Feng would like to come to my house for dinner.

I'll wait for your reply.

^_^

Jiang Ran:

October 27