The actor who wears it is a loyal dog

"Stand up first." Feng Jing sat on the sofa and rubbed his hair, feeling extremely headache.

Kneeling in front of him is a muscular man in an ordinary shirt, his forehead reverently touching the ground.

"You, don't you want to be a slave?" The man's voice was full of fear, and there were some stumbles.

Feng Jing was a little surprised, not because he was kneeling in front of him, but because he couldn't speak when he saw this man for the first time, or in other words, he couldn't speak the language of this era.

***

This matter started three months ago.

Feng Jing is a screenwriter, a part-time web writer, and usually stays at home to create.

That day, he was typing his script on the computer in his study as usual, when he heard some strange noises coming from the living room, and when he went out to check, he saw a man wearing only a rough shirt lying on the ground , his body was covered with blood, and his consciousness seemed not so clear.

Shocked, he immediately went back to the bedroom, locked the door and called the police.

When he came out to open the door for the police, the man had already woken up, kneeling on the ground just like now, saying something that he couldn't understand, but it felt like it should be a kind of address.

The man has a strong body, but his face is pale, and it can be seen that he is very weak.A big man with a height of 1.9 meters, kneeling on the ground obediently, like a large dog.

The police took him away quickly after learning about the situation. The man struggled desperately, but he was pressed to the ground and handcuffed because of exhaustion.

The man under control didn't bother those policemen, but stared at Feng Jing with hesitant and fearful eyes.

Feng Jing looked into his eyes and felt the pleading hidden in them. He felt that he should do something, so he touched the man's forehead involuntarily.

"Don't be afraid." Feng Jing still remembered what he said at that time.

I don't know if he sensed Feng Jing's kindness, but the man really stopped struggling and was taken away by the police obediently.

If this matter ended like this, Feng Jing would just guess what kind of criminal case he had encountered, but the facts told him that people's brains can never compare to the jokes made in life.

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"People from the Secret Service said you think I'm your master?" Feng Jing saw that he was kneeling on the ground and was unwilling to get up, so he didn't ask anymore, because he was really at a loss now.

The so-called Special Intelligence Bureau is the abbreviation of Special Circumstances Investigation Bureau, and Feng Jing didn't know there was such an organization until after the man came.

"Yes, master. My previous master said he would send me to the new master's home."

"What's your name?" Feng Jing felt that countless crows flew by in his mind, leaving embarrassing cries, and his head hurt even more.Obviously there are too many things I want to ask, and I don't know where to ask for a while.

"Go back to the master, slave shadow seven."

"Don't you have a name?" Feng Jing looked at the top of his hair, he was not used to looking down at someone like this, he slid off the sofa, sat on the carpet, leaned lazily on the sofa, bent one leg, "Look up and say."

The man raised his head obediently, but when he met Feng Jing's eyes, he suddenly retracted his gaze and stared at the carpet in front of him instead.

"I remember the last time you watched me happily, why don't you dare to look at me now." Feng Jing's tone was not very good. Ever since he was taken away, Feng Jing's mind can always think of him at that time. Eyes: fragile, helpless, with prayer and hope, as if staring at straws.This made Feng Jing always feel a faint sense of guilt, as if he had done something wrong to him.

Hearing the harshness of Feng Jing's tone, he immediately lowered his head when he was already kneeling straight, hitting the ground again and again. Feng Jing seriously doubted that if the living room wasn't carpeted, he would be able to knock his head and bleed.

He wanted to give up communicating with him now, Feng Jing scratched his hair and recalled what the people from the Secret Service had said to him.

"My name is Feng Jing, so I'll call you Feng Xing first, and if you want to change it later, you can change it yourself." Feng Jing thought for a while, picked up a name, and said to Ying Qi.

According to the Secret Service, he came from another time and space, because he was the first person he saw, so he thought he was sent to Feng Jing as a slave.

After the people from the Secret Service taught him Chinese, he always wanted to return to his "master", even at the cost of death.

The Secret Service didn't want to and didn't need to lock him up like a prisoner. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his health, he was sent back to Feng Jing's house.According to the "spiritual sticks" of the Special Intelligence Bureau, Feng Xing's appearance at his house was a fate between the two of them - it wasn't that Feng Jing didn't respect the staff, but that this statement sounded really unreliable.

"He has been brainwashed by the feudal system, and he can only be comforted by the person he considers to be his master. You let him stay by your side for a while, and let him go after he can adapt to this society." Feng Jing still remembered At that time, the people from the Secret Service were helpless when they told themselves these things.

"Huh? You can't solve it?" He was a little puzzled. What's the point of entrusting this kind of thing to him, a commoner?

"We tried, but he only recognizes you as the master. More drastic methods may cause harm to his body. We discussed it and found it unnecessary. It doesn't matter if you don't want to. Tell him that you will Just leave it to us." Feng Jing wanted to refuse directly, after all, this kind of handling seemed very unreliable, but the eyes that haunted him for three months came to his mind again, and he My heart tightened.

"Let him live in my house for a while first." Feng Jing blurted out, a little regretful after speaking, it is conceivable that this is an extremely troublesome matter, but Feng Jing was embarrassed to take back what he just said.

So Feng Jing got a freshly baked little slave.

Feng Jing felt very distressed when he thought of this, so he reluctantly sent the name he had chosen to the people from the Special Intelligence Bureau, and they would create a perfect identity certificate and resume for Feng Xing to help him better integrate into this society .

"Thank you Lord for giving me the name." Ying Qi, now Feng Xing's body trembled slightly, and seemed extraordinarily excited.

Feng Jing couldn't understand this kind of emotion—Ying Qi, who had been taken care of for three months in a completely unfamiliar semi-closed environment, was always terrified. He was afraid that his new master would not want him after seeing him for the first time. And now he has a name—this name at least means that he will not be abandoned in a short time.

Feng Jing wanted to say something, but glanced at his phone to see that it was almost time to eat, a lazy homeboy wouldn't cook by himself when he was not in a good mood, so he decisively opened the app and ordered takeaway.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Feng Jing asked Feng Xing habitually.

"Return to the master, the subordinates are not hungry."

As soon as Feng Jingyan uttered his words, he knew that he was doomed not to get a response, so he ignored Feng Xing and ordered food for two according to his own taste, yes, it was all his own favorite.

Refocusing his attention on the person in front of him, he was a little overwhelmed.

"Well, since you're going to live in my house in the future, I'll tell you about the rules of my house first." He should be able to listen, Feng Jing raised his forehead, and sighed.

Hearing this, Feng Xing's body became tense again, and he said seriously: "Please show me, Master."

"First, don't kneel if you're okay, it's uncomfortable to look at." Feng Jing looked at this tall but extremely humble man kneeling on the ground, shrinking himself into a ball.

Feng Xing trembled, he was at a loss for this order, but he still said yes in a muffled voice.

"Not yet." Feng Jing felt uncomfortable seeing him.

Sure enough, Feng Xing stood up, but he was at a loss as to how to test Feng Jing with his eyes, not knowing what to do.

"Raise your head." Feng Jing found this tone more useful.

He looked at Feng Xing who was standing up straight, and his first reaction was that he was so tall, he might not be as tall as him when he stood up, Feng Jing probably felt it.A little injured, he planned to stand up with him, but when he saw his height, he gave up his original plan, and instead put his head on the sofa seat, looking up at Feng Xing.

How handsome.This is Feng Jing's second reaction.

Feng Xing's height is almost 1.9 meters, he was definitely an outstanding existence in ancient times, and it is also rare in modern times. Coupled with his handsome appearance and the temperament of a warrior, he is afraid that he will fascinate a lot of little girls in the future.Feng Jing thought about it.

"Is that right? Stand or sit in the future."

"Next one, don't call me master, just call me Mr. Feng." Feng Jing thought of the girls in maid outfits in the comics, and said with a bit of mischief.

This is not an unacceptable thing, as long as it is not called directly by name, Feng Xing is not very clear about the meaning of the address.

"Third, since you live in my house, you can't live in vain. I provide accommodation, and you are responsible for cleaning up." Feng Jing doesn't like strangers coming into his house, so he always cleans up by himself, and now he can get rid of this mess Going out, naturally can't wait.

"Yes, Mr. Feng." Obviously speaking Chinese is a bit difficult for him, but generally speaking, the teaching effect of the Special Intelligence Bureau is good.

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