Jiang Ran got out of the car after Uncle Zhou dropped her off at the entrance of the neighborhood. She took off her coat and thanked him.

"Er Huang, let's go."

"Woof."

Uncle Zhou watched the woman and the dog walk away before he drove the car away.

"Miss Jiang!"

The security guard saw Jiang Ran and immediately called out to her. "Your friend came to look for you just now and left your clothes and bag with us."

Jiang Ran was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she left the wedding in a hurry and didn't even take her bag. Her keys were still in her bag …

"Thank you." She put on the white down jacket and took the bag from the security guard.

These must have been sent by Yan Huanhuan.

After opening the door, Jiang Ran saw a small stool behind the door.

The corners of her eyes twitched. She finally understood how Er Huang got out. "Er Huang, you are getting better and better."

"Woof, woof." Feng Jing squatted on the ground and continued to pretend to be obedient.

Jiang Ran put the stool back and charged her phone.

As soon as it turned on, her phone kept vibrating.

Jiang Ran had a headache. She didn't care about her phone and went back to the bedroom to take off her dress.

Feng Jing, who was following behind her, was caught off guard and turned to the other side with a red face.

After Jiang Ran changed, her phone finally stopped vibrating.

She looked at the missed calls and … hundreds of WeChat messages.

Yan Huanhuan: Jiang Ran, where are you?

Don't you want your clothes and bag?

Yan Huanhuan: Why can't I get through to you?

Yan Huanhuan: I left my things with your security guard.

Yan Huanhuan: F * ck, Jiang Ran!

I think I saw you on Weibo!

Tell me it's not you!

Yan Huanhuan: Someone said that you are Feng Jing's girlfriend on Weibo. I'm angry.

Jiang Ran sighed and called Yan Huanhuan.

Yan Huanhuan picked up almost instantly. "You still know how to call back!"

"I'm sorry …" Jiang Ran sat down on the ground. "My phone was turned off in the hospital, and then my phone ran out of battery."

"…" Yan Huanhuan was silent for a while before she said, "You're really in the hospital!"

There were two photos of "Feng Jing's girlfriend" that were widely circulated on Weibo. One only showed her back, while the other only showed half of her face. In fact, it wasn't easy to recognize her. However, she grew up with Jiang Ran. She might even be able to recognize Jiang Ran's fingers, not to mention that she was wearing a bridesmaid's dress.

Because the dress was too eye-catching, almost everyone in the red packet group created by Du Xiaoyou was asking if Feng Jing's girlfriend was one of the bridesmaids today.

Jiang Ran hugged her legs and didn't say anything. When she was in the hospital today, Feng Jing's agent had told her not to respond to any rumors outside. Everything would wait until Feng Jing woke up.

Feng Jing squatted beside Jiang Ran and rubbed against her.

Jiang Ran looked up at it and rubbed its back.

"I'll take your silence as a yes!

Damn, where did you and Feng Jing meet?

Don't tell me you hooked up with him because you touched his head at the airport that time? "

"Huanhuan, let's talk about this later. I'm so tired today."

First, she was busy at the wedding, and then she rushed to the hospital anxiously. She had been busy the whole day.

"Okay …" Yan Huanhuan had a lot of things to say in her heart, but she swallowed them all back. "How is Feng Jing now?

Is he seriously injured? "

"His condition is stable now, but he just finished the surgery and hasn't woken up yet."

"Oh … that's good." Yan Huanhuan paused and said, "So you're really Feng Jing's girlfriend?!"

Jiang Ran: "…"

It was impossible to guard against the tricks in the city.

After she hung up Yan Huanhuan's call, she told Zhao Ke that she wouldn't be delivering any goods for the time being and logged out of WeChat.

Looking at Feng Jing on the screen, Jiang Ran's bright eyes moved slightly.

Although the doctor said that the surgery went smoothly, she was still very worried when she thought of Feng Jing's pale face.

She clicked on the photo album and opened a video on the far right.

This was a video she had recorded of Feng Jing cooking the last time he came over.

It hadn't been long, but now it seemed so far away from the person on the screen.

"Wow, Best Actor Feng's cooking is not as good as his."

"How many times has Best Actor Feng cooked?"

"I didn't count. I don't cook often, but I do cook occasionally."

"Who usually cooks for you?"

Jiang Ran's tears fell as she watched, wetting Er Huang's dog fur.

Feng Jing went up to her, licked the tears on her face, and whimpered a few times.

"Er Huang, do you think Feng Jing will be okay?" Jiang Ran wiped her tears and looked at Er Huang.

"Woof woof." No, didn't the doctor say that he was fine?

"Will he have any sequelae? For example, he will lose his memory when he wakes up."

"… Woof." Probably not. After all, he still remembered very clearly.

After Jiang Ran cried, she finally felt less depressed.

She washed her face and went to the kitchen. She was going to make some soup for Feng Jing so that she could bring it to visit him tomorrow.

Although she didn't know if he would wake up tomorrow and whether he could drink the soup.

After simmering the soup on the stove, she finally sat in front of the computer. She planned to go on Weibo to see what was going on online.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she clicked the mouse, the computer screen lit up, and the page was still on her Weibo.

Jiang Ran frowned. Did she not turn off the computer when she left?

No, she remembered that she had turned it off.

Even if she really didn't turn it off, there was no way to explain the news about Feng Jing on the page. When she left in the morning, Feng Jing was not in an accident. She couldn't have searched for news about his story on the Internet at that time, right?

Feng Jing, who was squatting next to her, broke out in a cold sweat. It was over. He left in a hurry and forgot to turn off the computer.

As expected, Jiang Ran turned around and looked at him.

"Woof." I'm just a dog. I don't know anything.

"…" Jiang Ran frowned slightly and looked at the dog in front of her. "Er Huang, did you turn on the computer?"

"Woof, woof." I just accidentally pressed the power button. I don't know anything else!

"Hmm?" Jiang Ran was still observing it, thinking about what was going on.

Feng Jing was very guilty. But when he thought of something as mysterious as turning into a dog, normal people couldn't think of it. Even if she had doubts, she couldn't really believe it, so he was a little relieved.

Jiang Ran really felt that this was very strange. Only Er Huang was at home, so the computer couldn't turn on by itself.

Even if it turned on, it wouldn't open Weibo to search for Feng Jing's accident, right?

She remembered what Uncle Zhou said in the car. Her dog had become a spirit.

"… Er Huang, you really became a spirit?"

"Woof." What spirit?

I don't understand.

Jiang Ran was very confused. Er Huang was obviously the biggest suspect … the suspect dog. It often saw her turn on the computer, so it was not surprising that it learned this action. As for searching for Feng Jing, it should be a coincidence. The hot search topic would appear in the search bar by itself. It must have just touched the mouse and clicked on it.

In this way, everything could be explained. At least it made more sense than her dog becoming a spirit.

She refreshed the page and didn't think more about it.

After a day, the news on the Internet had been updated several times. Now the hot topic was the notice from Tian Qin Entertainment, saying that Feng Jing was not in danger and that the surgery was successful.

Netizens expressed that Tian Qin should burn incense for Feng Zong. Look at this year, there were trams and mountains. It was unbearable.

There were also people who said that Tian Qin's Fengshui was not good, and it was bad for Feng Jing. They suggested that Feng Jing jump ship to Kaihuang.

In addition to this Weibo post, the most popular one was "Feng Jing's girlfriend appears in the hospital."

Netizens also had different attitudes about this.

"Do you reporters have any conscience?

Feng Jing is still lying in the hospital, and you can't wait to use his "girlfriend" to attract attention?

(angry emoji) "

"Haha, entertainment reporters don't need a conscience!

They only need traffic! "

"Fans, just admit it. Your Movie King Feng has a girlfriend (melon-eating emoji)"

"Oh, sorry, I'm only concerned about Feng Jing's injury. I don't care if he has a girlfriend (smile emoji)"

"How did this girl become Feng Jing's girlfriend?

There are so many people in the Feng Family. Can't she be a relative? Must she be his girlfriend?

You guys are doing this on purpose. Disgusting! "

"I don't understand. So what if she's his girlfriend?

Does she still need your approval? "

"There are so many melons in Feng Jing this year. I'm about to vomit …"

Jiang Ran looked at it for a while and turned off the computer.

Feng Jing, who was lying on the side, also saw the comments on the Internet. This matter could only be solved when he woke up.

Speaking of waking up … After he woke up, he would probably return to his body, right?

Yes, that must be it.

The sky got dark early in the winter. Jiang Ran set an alarm for six o 'clock in the morning and climbed into bed before nine o' clock.

Seeing that she was ready to go to bed so early, Feng Jing also jumped onto the bay window.

Jiang Ran didn't sleep well that night. The alarm she set was completely useless. She woke up before six o 'clock.

She got up, took a shower, and had a simple breakfast. Then she changed her clothes and prepared to go to the hospital with some soup.

"Woof, woof." Feng Jing followed her. The hospital didn't allow visitors to visit so early, right?

Jiang Ran just wanted to go to the hospital as soon as possible, so she naturally didn't care about these things. "Er Huang, be good. I'll be back at noon. Look after the house and don't sneak out again."

"Woof!"

Feng Jing wanted to follow her out, but he was stopped. Seeing that the door was closed, he ran to the balcony.

He originally wanted to see Jiang Ran, but as soon as he went out, he saw a few sneaky people downstairs.

He almost immediately recognized that these people were reporters. He immediately became worried about Jiang Ran, who had just come downstairs.

Moving the stool to the door, Feng Jing opened the door and chased Jiang Ran downstairs.

As soon as Jiang Ran walked out of the building, she was suddenly surrounded by a few people. Before she could react, they had already taken out their cameras and started to take pictures of her.

"Hello, Miss Jiang. Are you Feng Jing's girlfriend?"

"We know that Feng Jing rented a house here. Is this a cover for his private meeting with you?"

"How is Feng Jing's injury now?

Will it affect the upcoming filming? "

"Are you going to the hospital now?

Is this soup for Feng Jing? "

"May I ask how far you've progressed?

Are you planning to get married? "

Jiang Ran had never faced such a situation before. She was stunned by their series of questions. Their dazzling camera flashes made her unable to open her eyes.

Did Feng Jing usually deal with these people?

She had seen his video interviews. Feng Jing was able to answer questions with ease in front of countless microphones and cameras. He didn't even blink. However, when she encountered such a situation herself, she realized that it wasn't so easy at all.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

A dog suddenly rushed over like a madman and barked at the reporter.

It stood in front of Jiang Ran and bared its teeth, as if it would bite anyone who dared to take a step forward.

The reporters were frightened by its momentum and took a step back, but soon they raised their cameras and started to take pictures.

"Miss Jiang, is this the dog that you and Feng Jing raised?"

"How long have you been together?"

Feng Jing knew these reporters too well. In order to dig up new articles, they would do anything. How could they be afraid of a dog?

He really wanted to bite them, but he also knew that if he bit them, they would make a big fuss again.

"Excuse me, excuse me!" A man squeezed through the reporters, grabbed Jiang Ran's shoulder and took her back to the building.

The reporters still wanted to chase inside, but were stopped by the security guard behind the man.

Jiang Ran was all the way into the elevator by the man. Only then did she see that it was He Zhiyuan, whom she had not seen for a long time.

"Woof, woof, woof!" Feng Jing barked at him in an unfriendly manner.

He Zhiyuan took back his hand and smiled at Jiang Ran. "Excuse me."

Jiang Ran shook her head and asked him, "Why are you here?"

He Zhiyuan said, "I saw the report on the Internet yesterday and was very worried about you. I sent you a message, but you didn't know, so I just came to see you today. Fortunately, I came, otherwise those reporters would eat you."

Jiang Ran lowered her eyes slightly and said to him, "Thank you for just now."

"You are always so polite to me." He Zhiyuan smiled helplessly.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor. He Zhiyuan followed Jiang Ran into the door.

Feng Jing squatted beside Jiang Ran and stared at him covetously.

Sensing his hostility, He Zhiyuan just smiled good-naturedly. "Are you okay?"

This question was naturally directed at Jiang Ran. Jiang Ran said, "Yes," and did not speak again.

He Zhiyuan looked at the soup in her hand and asked her, "Are you going to the hospital?

How is Feng Jing? "

"He should be fine."

"I really didn't expect that he was really Feng Jing."

He Zhiyuan said and was silent for a moment. "When those reporters leave, I will take you to the hospital."

"No, I can go by myself." Jiang Ran really did not want to trouble He Zhiyuan. After all, she had rejected his confession before.

He Zhiyuan knew what she was worried about, so he took the initiative to comfort her. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Even if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends. We have known each other for a long time. Don't tell me that we will never talk to each other again?"

Jiang Ran did not say anything. He Zhiyuan could see that she was in a bad mood, so he said some embarrassing things to ease her mood. "And it's not the first time I have been rejected by a girl, so I am used to it.

When I was in college, I liked a girl in my class. It was not easy to get her WeChat, but I didn't know what to talk to her about.

At that time, she was preparing for CET-6, so I sent her a lot of English learning materials. Then … she was with another student in my class. "

Jiang Ran finally laughed. Feng Jing looked at He Zhiyuan and thought, Brother, you are single because of your ability.