Feng Jing was originally standing with Xing Xin, who was also the screenwriter of the original novel, to discuss the next scene.

Filming on the mountain was more difficult, but Xing Xin still followed the crew. This was a good opportunity for Feng Jing to communicate, because the author must know a lot of things best.

Xing Xin told him a lot of her thoughts and gave her suggestions on the performance. The two of them were very engrossed in the conversation until the crew carried the props and started to set up the scene.

Feng Jing subconsciously moved to the side. Who knew that his foot would slip? Xing Xin couldn't even pull him back.

After the crew shouted that Feng Jing fell, the whole crew trembled.

A few staff members followed behind Michelle and dashed down the stairs.

Feng Jing didn't fall far, but his head hit something. The back of his head was full of blood and he was unconscious.

The director hurriedly called for an ambulance, and the coordinator asked someone to bring the first aid kit to treat Feng Jing's wound.

The whole set was in a mess.

During the few days when Feng Jing was filming on the mountain, Qin Fan personally went there. Because it was raining today, he came a little late.

On the way, he received a call from Michel. She sounded like she was about to cry, "Qin Dong, Feng Zong fell on the mountain and injured himself."

Qin Fan was stunned. Because he doubted Feng Jing's character, his first reaction was disbelief, "Meng Xingchuan already did this last time. What do you want to do this time?"

"No, Feng Zong really fell and injured himself."

At this point, Michelle finally burst into tears. "There's a lot of blood. The director has already called an ambulance."

Qin Fan frowned because he had already heard Director Xie's roar on the other end of the phone.

He calmed himself down and stepped on the gas pedal, "How is he now?"

"The crew has already treated his wound, but the bleeding hasn't stopped. He's still unconscious … I'm so sorry, Qin Dong. It's all my fault for not taking care of Feng Zong." Michel burst into tears.

Qin Fan pursed her lips and said impatiently, "What's the use of crying now? I'll be there soon. How long will the ambulance take?"

"Should, should be soon, but the road on the mountain is not easy to walk on, and we don't dare to move Feng Zong casually."

"Okay, I got it." Qin Fan hung up the phone and opened Feng Ping's name in his contact list.

The ambulance came faster than expected. It arrived at the scene almost at the same time as Qin Fan. Because there was no traffic at the shooting site, the medical staff could only carry Feng Jing down on a stretcher before sending him into the ambulance.

Qin Fan told the crew not to spread the news, but he knew that it wouldn't be of much use.

There were so many people in the production team. If any one of them said something, the entire country would know about it.

But Feng Jing's injury was unknown, and he didn't have the energy to care about that now.

When Feng Jing was sent to the hospital by the ambulance, Jiang Ran had just handed the bride and groom the rings.

The wedding scene was filled with thunderous applause. After the bride and groom exchanged rings, Du Xiaoyou was ready to throw the bouquet.

There was a special way to throw the bouquet. Usually, the bride would deliberately throw it to her bridesmaid.

Jiang Ran and another bridesmaid stood together. After receiving the hint in her eyes, they subconsciously focused their attention.

The beautiful bouquet drew a parabola in the air, and the unmarried girls at the scene screamed and rushed in the direction it fell.

Jiang Ran was wearing high heels today, so her agility was reduced by at least ten points. She could only move with the flow of the crowd.

She didn't know if Du Xiaoyou's throw was too accurate or if she was lucky, but the bouquet still fell right into her arms after being squeezed like this.

There was another burst of cheers at the scene. Jiang Ran waved the bouquet to her friends and walked back to her seat.

She took out her phone from her handbag and sent a message to Feng Jing with a smile. "I received the bride's bouquet, hahahaha!"

Jiang Ran: [Picture] Beautiful, right?

Feng Jing didn't reply to her, but she didn't care because he told her before that the signal on the mountain was not good.

Yan Huanhuan also went to grab the bouquet just now. Although she didn't get it, she could still borrow Jiang Ran's bouquet to post on her WeChat Moments.

She happily took a picture, posted it on her WeChat Moments, and logged on to Weibo.

Yan Huanhuan said before that Feng Jing might be a hot topic this year. As soon as she logged on to Weibo, Feng Jing's name was lying in the search bar.

After she carefully saw what the typography was, she screamed, "Ah —!"

Everyone at the table turned to look at her.

Yan Huanhuan didn't care about the surprised eyes of the people around her. She grabbed Jiang Ran's hand and handed her the phone. "Feng Jing was injured during filming!"

Jiang Ran's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes quickly fell on the line of small words.

Feng Jing was injured and hospitalized.

Yan Huanhuan had already clicked on the topic. Many major media outlets had posted this, and some even attached pictures of Feng Jing lying on a stretcher and being carried down the mountain by medical staff.

He was covered with a thick down jacket, and only a small part of his face was exposed. His skin was pale and bloodless.

"At present, Feng Jing has been sent to the hospital. His injury is unknown for the time being."

Jiang Ran's mind went blank for two seconds, and then she picked up her phone and ran out.

She didn't change her clothes, and she didn't even take off her high heels. She rushed out of the wedding venue.

"Jiang Ran, where are you going?"

Yan Huanhuan was also anxious. She carried her own bag and Jiang Ran's bag and coat and chased out.

When she ran to the intersection, she saw Jiang Ran, who was dressed in gifts, getting into a taxi.

"Jiang Ran!" Yan Huanhuan shouted, but she still couldn't stop the taxi from driving away.

She gasped for breath and called Jiang Ran.

The line was busy.

… D, what the hell was going on!

Jiang Ran had been calling Feng Jing all the way, but his phone had been turned off. This phone was the only connection between them. If it was disconnected, she didn't know how to find him.

When the taxi driver saw her running out of the wedding venue in a dress, he thought she was running away from the wedding. When he heard that she was going to the Central Hospital, he was a little confused. "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"My friend is in the hospital." Jiang Ran hung up the phone and dialed again, but his phone was still turned off.

She couldn't get through the phone, and she became more and more anxious.

The taxi driver saw that her eyes were red and comforted her. "Don't worry. The road is good now. It won't take long to get to the Central Hospital. Your friend will be fine."

Not long after he said this, he was slapped in the face.

The closer they got to the Central Hospital, the more cars there were, as if there was an exhibition in front.

"What's going on?

Usually at this time, this section is not congested. "

As if to answer his doubts, a man's voice came from the walkie-talkie in the car.

"I heard that a star is in the hospital. Now the media and fans are rushing to the hospital. There is a traffic jam near the Central Hospital. Don't drive there if you have nothing to do."

The driver suddenly said, "I knew it. These media and fans have nothing to do. They are just making trouble."

Jiang Ran's grip on the phone tightened. She was about to make another call when an unfamiliar number lit up on the screen.

She had never seen this number before, but her intuition told her that it might be related to Feng Jing. She immediately picked it up. "Hello."

"Hello, is this Miss Jiang Ran?

I'm Feng Jing's mother. "

Jiang Ran remembered this voice. She immediately sat up straight. "It's me, Auntie."

"Do you know that Feng Jing is in the hospital?"

"Yes, I know. I'm on my way to the hospital."

Feng Jing's mother paused and asked her, "Where are you?"

"I'll be there in a few blocks, but there is a traffic jam now."

"Yes, there are media outside the hospital now. It might not be easy for you to come in later. I'll get someone to pick you up.

Do you remember the driver who sent you home last time? "

Jiang Ran thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Zhou?"

"Yes, I'll get him to pick you up outside. You can follow him when he arrives."

"Okay. How is Feng Jing now?"

"He is still in surgery. Don't worry."

"Okay."

The driver felt that the name Feng Jing sounded familiar. Could the friend this young lady was talking about be the star who was in the hospital?

He couldn't help but look at Jiang Ran a few more times.

After arriving at the hospital, Jiang Ran realized that she didn't bring her wallet.

Fortunately, it was convenient to pay online. She directly used Alipay to transfer the fare to the driver.

The car didn't stop at the entrance of the hospital because the entrance was already full of cars.

Countless people with cameras and camcorders blocked the entrance of the hospital.

There were also many young girls squeezed among them. They were probably Feng Jing's fans who had heard the news and came here. They were blocked outside the door by the hospital's security guards and the reporters.

Jiang Ran's gown was very eye-catching. Many people on the roadside looked at her curiously. Could this person be running away from her marriage to see Movie King Feng?

Jiang Ran was not in the mood to pay attention to them. She was only looking for Uncle Zhou in the crowd.

She didn't feel it in the car just now. Now that she got out of the car, the cold air directly touched her skin. It was so cold that she immediately had goosebumps.

She rubbed her arms with her hands and saw a middle-aged man quickly coming towards her.

"Hello, Miss Jiang."

The man was very polite. Seeing that she was freezing, he took off his coat and put it on her.

"Thank you."

Uncle Zhou smiled and motioned for her to follow him. "Miss Jiang, this way."

He led Jiang Ran through the hospital's emergency passage. They didn't meet many people along the way.

However, some reporters tried to sneak in through the emergency passage, but they were blocked outside by the security guards.

Outside the operating room, Feng Jing's mother and sister were both there. There were also several men that Jiang Ran didn't know.

Qin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Jiang Ran.

He had also heard a few days ago that Feng Jing had brought his girlfriend to meet his parents. Although he had never asked about Feng Jing's girlfriend, wasn't he too much of an agent?

"Auntie." Jiang Ran saw Feng Jing's mother and quickened her pace. "How is Feng Jing?

Is he seriously injured? "

"He hit his head. He was unconscious when he was sent to the hospital."

Mrs. Feng patted her hand comfortingly. "Don't worry too much. Feng Jing has always been in good health. He should be fine."

"Yes, he will be fine." Jiang Ran prayed silently in her heart.

"By the way, let me introduce you. This is Feng Jing's cousin, Feng Ping. These two are Feng Jing's agent and assistant."

Jiang Ran followed Mrs. Feng's hand and looked at the three men opposite her one by one.

She had only heard the name Feng Ping in the previous "beating incident." He looked very serious, and his eagle-like eyes made people tremble when he looked at them.

She had heard Feng Jing talk about his agent, Qin Fan, many times. Now that she saw him in person, he was similar to what she had imagined — a vigorous and decisive elite.

Assistant … She seemed to have seen him in Zhenshui Village.

"Hello, Miss Jiang."

Qin Fan took the initiative to greet Jiang Ran. "Feng Jing's cell phone has been turned off. When he turned it on just now, he found that you had made so many calls.

If it's convenient, you can save my and Michel's numbers. You can contact us if you have any urgent matters in the future. "

"Okay, thank you."

Because she didn't bring her bag, Jiang Ran had been holding her cell phone in her hand. After saving Qin Fan and Michel's numbers, she also saved Feng Jing's mother's number.

Feng Ya's leg hadn't recovered yet. She jumped to Jiang Ran's side and asked her, "Did you come from the wedding in this dress?"

Jiang Ran nodded. "Yes, today is my friend's wedding. I was invited to be her bridesmaid."

"Oh."

Feng Ya thought, "This girl is really good. She was so anxious that she didn't even take her clothes and bag and ran directly to the hospital."

Alas, she only hoped that Feng Jing was fine.

Waiting for the operation was a long and difficult process. Everyone was quieter than usual.

After a while, there was a noise in the corridor in front of them. Uncle Zhou went to take a look. It was the reporter they met when they came up just now. They didn't know how she managed to get here.

Although the reporters managed to get past the security guards, Francis had brought along his bodyguards, and the reporters were quickly stopped.

These bodyguards looked much taller and more dignified than the hospital's security guards. The reporter was still a little scared.

Thinking that she had secretly taken two photos just now, she tactfully left.

"How was it? Did you take any photos?" When the figure waiting outside saw her come out, he couldn't wait to go up to her.

The reporter shook her head and sighed. "The Feng Family brought bodyguards. I didn't dare to break in."

"Then wouldn't all our efforts have been in vain?"

"Not really."

The reporter smiled slyly and said to the photographer, "Do you still remember the woman we met in the emergency passage just now?"

The photographer thought for a while and asked her, "The woman in the gown?"

"Yes, the person who led her in was the Feng Family's driver. I saw her upstairs just now. She was also waiting for news outside the operating room."

The photographer didn't quite understand what she meant. "So what?"

"Alas, that's why you can only be a photographer!

Can't you see such a big piece of gossip?

Although we didn't get any news about Feng Jing, this woman is very likely to be Feng Jing's secret girlfriend! "

"…" He also admired the reporter's twisted brain circuit. "What if she isn't?"

"Who cares if she is or not!

If I say she is, then it means she is! "These gossipy reporters never cared about integrity. As long as they could attract attention, it was fine.

She held the camera like it was a treasure and decided to go back to the company to "write" first. "You wait here. If there's any news, let me know immediately. I'm going to write the article!"

Thus, amidst the overwhelming reports of "Feng Jing injured and unconscious," the news of "Feng Jing's Girlfriend Appears in the Hospital" forcibly cut a bloody path and received the most attention.

At this moment, Movie King Feng, who was the center of the topic, slowly yawned and opened his eyes.

Huh?

He blinked again to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.

This was really Jiang Ran's home.

He turned his head and looked at the clear sky outside. Yes, it was daytime.

…

What's going on?

Why did I become Er Huang during the day?!

Feng Jing immediately panicked. If he became Er Huang during the day, then Er Huang … No, no, no, don't think about it anymore.

He walked around the living room a few times and forced himself to calm down. Then, he remembered something important.

He remembered that he fell on the set.

He quickly recalled the dull pain from the back of his head hitting a hard object. Warm blood flowed down his neck and into his collar. Then, his vision turned black.

Feng Jing's heart tightened. Could it be that he was dead?

Then, his soul was attached to Er Huang's body. This time, it was permanent.

Calm down, calm down.

He took a deep breath and walked around the living room a few times. His heart finally stopped beating so fast.

He had to figure out what was going on.

He first looked at the wall clock in the living room. It was already past one o 'clock in the afternoon.

He remembered that when he fell, it should have been around 10: 30. At that time, the rain had just stopped and the director had shouted for everyone to get ready.

No, no, no, maybe it wasn't even the same day!

He anxiously looked around the house, but couldn't find Jiang Ran. He barked helplessly.

Jiang Ran wasn't at home, and he was now a dog. How could he know about the outside world?

His gaze swept over the laptop that Jiang Ran had placed on the table, and he jumped onto it.

The laptop was open. He poked it with his paw and easily turned on the power.

After the music played, he glanced at the date on the bottom right corner of the laptop. It was December 9th. Fortunately, it was the same day.

He put his paw on the mouse, clicked on the browser, and found the Weibo entry.

Jiang Ran's Weibo was automatically logged in. When he entered, he saw Jiang Ran's homepage.

Before he logged in, he had been thinking about how to use his paw to flexibly type the two words "Feng Jing". When he saw Jiang Ran's Weibo, he realized that he didn't need to type at all!

News related to him was everywhere on Weibo!

He quickly browsed through it. The news said that he was now in a coma in the hospital with unknown injuries.

Phew, that meant that he wasn't dead yet.

Just as he was relieved, he saw another hot news.

Feng Jing's girlfriend appeared in the hospital.

His dog's eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

The "girlfriend" in the photo was indeed Jiang Ran. Although the reporter only took a photo of her back and half of her profile, he could still recognize her at a glance.

She was wearing a dress. It was the bridesmaid dress that she sent him the other day … He remembered that today was indeed her friend's wedding. Did she come directly from the wedding?

Jiang Ran looked a little embarrassed in the photo. She had been well done, but now she didn't have her original style. The flowers on her head were also crooked. She was wearing a dark-colored man's coat, which looked very familiar. It looked like Uncle Zhou's.

Was she in the hospital now?

Thinking of the reporters holding microphones and cameras to interrogate Jiang Ran like they usually did to him, Feng Jing couldn't stand it anymore.

He had promised her that he would do everything to protect her, but now, at the worst time, he had exposed her in front of people.

He had to go to the hospital to find her.

Even if he became a dog, he had to protect her.

Feng Jing didn't turn off his computer. He directly jumped off the chair and ran outside.

When he reached the door, he encountered the first problem — how to open the door?

The door lock of Jiang Ran's house was not complicated. His paw should be able to open it, but it wasn't high enough.

He barked and circled around a few times. His eyes locked on a small stool in the living room.

Standing on this stool, he should be able to reach the doorknob.

He used his head and limbs to move the stool to the door. The harsh dragging sound made him feel that someone from downstairs might come up and knock on his door.

Fortunately, no.

After moving the stool to his ideal position, Feng Jing jumped on it vigorously. He supported his body with his two hind legs, put one paw on the door, and held the doorknob with the other paw, and opened the door with all his strength.

The sound of the door opening was beautiful and pleasant.

After Feng Jing went out, he didn't forget to close the door behind him.

Just then, a neighbor took the elevator down. Before the elevator door closed, Feng Jing rushed into the elevator.

The neighbor was speechless.

Looking at the dog sitting next to him, the neighbor didn't move for a while.

He knew this dog. Usually, the owner took it downstairs for a walk. Why was a person … a dog going downstairs for a walk today?

The elevator went down to the first floor in a strange silence. After the door opened, Feng Jing quickly rushed out.

Jiang Ran's house was still a little far from the Central Hospital, but he could only run there on four legs. He seriously considered whether the taxi driver would stop him if he went out to take a taxi.

The conclusion was no.

It was a long way, but fortunately, he still knew how to get there.

Maybe his running posture was too charming. When he stopped at the intersection and waited for the traffic light, someone finally couldn't help but talk to him.

"Hey, Goldie, you are so handsome."

"…" Feng Jing turned his head and glanced at it. He found that it wasn't a person who talked to him, but … a beautiful teddy poodle.

…

He was in a mess in the wind again.

He comforted himself in his heart that it was just an illusion because he was too anxious. The teddy with a bow said again, "Goldie, where do you live?

Let's go out and play together if we have the chance. "

Feng Jing was speechless.

Oh, no, wait, why is the red light so long?

"Why don't you talk?"

"…" Feng Jing finally answered, "My name is not Goldie."

"Oh?

Aren't Chinese rural dogs usually called XX Huang?

I'm different. My owner gave me an English name. It's Lili. "

Feng Jing was speechless.

Although there were a lot of complaints, he was more concerned at this time. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

He was sure that he had just barked twice.

The beautiful teddy pretended to look at him in surprise. "Is that strange?"

Feng Jing was speechless.

Yes, it was very strange.

He felt that the world was a mess.