Pet hot search [Entertainment circle]

Ji Zuo parted his lips, he stood under the warm golden sunlight, before he had time to review the kiss just now, he suddenly felt a bit of familiar bitter taste on his lips.

Ji Zou licked his lips lightly, looked down at the rice ball in Wang Ping's hand, and smiled: "You ate the wrong rice ball, this is mine."

Wang Ping's mind was in chaos, when Ji Zou said rice balls, he lowered his head, and then found that the stuffing was indeed the overcooked shredded potatoes and shredded pork made yesterday.

"No wonder it's so unpalatable..." Wang Ping's mind was blank, and he just followed the matter.

Wang Ping thought for a while, held up the rice ball again, looked at Ji Zou, and questioned: "Why do you make such an unpalatable dish into rice balls?"

"I don't find it unpalatable."

Ji Zuo lowered his head, took a mouthful of the rice ball in Wang Ping's hand, chewed it carefully, and smiled.

"I like to eat." Ji Zuo said, "Because someone I like made it for me."

boom--

Wang Ping's memory finally came back, the mountains were covered with snow, the sky suddenly broke, and then Ji Zou pressed his lips and kissed him softly.

Just now Ji went to kiss him? ? ? ?

He—like himself? ? ? ?

So from joining the group until now, everything can be explained—invite a meal because I like it, hang a wire because I like it, and send a jade pot because I like it.

correct.

Wang Ping suddenly remembered that the poem Yuhu seems to be compulsory, and the poem says:

"A piece of ice is in the jade pot."

The thoughts in Wang Ping's mind were chaotic, and finally, the most memorable thing was Ji Zuo's lips—cold and soft.

"Me!" It took about half a minute for Wang Ping's head to shut down. In the chaos, he jumped up and rushed to the side of the car.

Wang Ping opened the driver's seat door, jumped up, and said with his back to Ji: "I...I'll go first—"

Then, Wang Ping reversed the car with his very stable driving skills, and Ji had no time to say anything, only seeing a bunch of exhaust fumes from the car's buttocks.

Ji Zou: "..."

This is a barren mountain, and it takes four or five hours to walk down the mountain. Wang Ping just left him on the mountain like this. It seems that he was really scared.

But if he didn't do this, Wang Ping might not be enlightened in his life.

Do not break or stand.

The daughter-in-law is chosen by herself, if she is a little stupid and hard to chase, she will admit it.

Ji Zuo sighed, sat down, picked out the few rice balls that belonged to him in the lunch box, and ate them with the hot soup in the thermos.

After going down the mountain, these tables, chairs and lunch boxes can only be put here temporarily, and he doesn't feel bad if he loses other things, but he doesn't want to waste a bite of the dishes made by Brother Wang Ping.

And the scenery of the sunrise on the snow mountain is really good, Ji Zou watched while eating, enjoying himself in the wind——

His eyes were indeed looking at the scenery, but what he was thinking had nothing to do with the scenery.

Ji Zuo slowly bites the rice ball, but all he thinks about is that kiss just now.

Wang Ping's lips were warm and soft, and he really wanted to taste it again.

Just as Ji Zuo licked his lips, he suddenly heard the sound of an engine behind him.

Ji Zuo turned his head and rushed back here in the car that had run away just now. Wang Ping stuck his head out from the driver's seat, his face as red as his lips.

"I... I forgot I was still on the mountain." Wang Ping drove the door down, "Have you finished eating?"

"Yeah." Ji Zuo immediately stood up to pack his things, "It's over."

Wang Ping walked to Ji Zuo, silently helped him clean up the tables, chairs and benches, carried them to the trunk and put them away.

Just as Ji Zuo was about to get into the main driver, he was pulled by Wang Ping.

Wang Ping nimbly got into the main driver and closed the door.

"I haven't slept all day, if I drive again, I...I don't want the car to crash and kill people."

Ji Zuo smiled silently—it was concern, he understood.

Just as Ji Zuo was about to go around and sit in the co-pilot, he heard Wang Ping say: "When you go back, you sit in the back."

Wang Ping stared at the rearview mirror, not looking at Ji Zou: "I...I haven't figured it out yet, you let me be quiet."

·

Ji Zou sat in the back seat and experienced what is called the speed of life and death. When he got out of the car, he wiped off his cold sweat. He felt that he would still drive in the future, which would be good for the quality of life of both of them.

When Wang Ping got out of the car, he didn't know if he drove fast all the way to figure out what was going on.

Wang Ping actually didn't think about anything.

Along the way, he turned over and over in his mind and said, "Did Ji Zou kiss me? He likes me?"

After getting out of the car, Wang Ping was just about to close the door with the key when he suddenly realized that this was not his car.

Wang Ping was embarrassed for a moment, but couldn't control it anymore, and walked straight to the elevator.

"Where are you going?" Ji Zuo quickly locked the car and followed Wang Ping.

"Go to the supermarket to buy some snacks, I... I don't feel full."

Wang Ping is actually not hungry, and he hasn't digested the hot pot meal last night, but he can't be alone with Ji Zuo now - he feels very confused.

"Okay." Ji Zuo didn't let him go alone, "I'll accompany you."

Wang Ping had no choice but to let Ji Zuo stick to him and walk into the supermarket.

The two of them had just walked into the supermarket when they suddenly saw a person who shouldn't be here.

Wu Guangji was dragging a huge suitcase and was looking at the production date of a bottle of milk in the supermarket. The moment the two of them stepped into the supermarket, he looked up in his heart and saw the two of them instantly.

"Hey." Wu Guangji stuffed the milk back and walked towards the two of them pushing the suitcase, "What a coincidence, are you here to buy food too?"

Although Wang Ping didn't want to be alone with Ji Zou, he didn't want to see outsiders either.

Especially Wu Guangji.

Wang Ping subconsciously glanced at Ji Zou, and suddenly realized what he had done, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Ji Zuo smiled and said to the director, "Director, are you back?"

"Hmm." Wu Guangji looked at Wang Ping and frowned strangely, "Wang Ping, what's the matter with you? Why is your face a little red? Do you have a fever again?"

Wang Ping: "I didn't—" blushing.

Wu Guangji didn't listen to Wang Ping's words, and said to himself: "It's good if you don't have a fever-I don't think you can do it with your body. How can filmmakers be so careless?"

While speaking, Wu Guangji took out his wallet, skillfully took out a business card, and handed it to Wang Ping: "My friend opened a fitness room in Beijing. When you get back, report my name and get a [-]% discount."

Wu Guangji watched Wang Ping accept the business card, and sighed, "Why don't you speak?"

Wang Ping: "..."

I let you say everything, and I don't know what to say.

But Wu Guangji really didn't know what it meant to be cold, he rubbed his hands with a smile, and then looked at Ji Zou: "Actually, I heard that you guys are back at the front desk just now."

"I didn't expect that, for the Chinese New Year, you don't go home to accompany your relatives, but come to the base to celebrate the New Year." Wu Guangji said, "I was very surprised at first, I don't know why?"

why.

That's a really good question to ask.

Wang Ping's face turned even redder——

Wang Ping didn't know what he was doing?

When his head rushed to the northeast, Wang Ping just thought that he didn't want to see the lonely expression on Ji Zuo's face; when he was cleaning behind him, Wang Ping thought he was just buddies with Ji Zuo.

And when occupying his bed...

What are you thinking about? ? ? ?

Wang Ping's face was getting redder and redder, but Wu Guangji didn't know how to look at people's faces, and said to Wang Ping, "I really understand your mood!"

Wang Ping looked at Wu Guangji in shock——

you understand? ? ?

what do you understand ? ?

Wang Ping himself didn't understand.

"That's a feeling of being reluctant to be separated from the movie base." Wu Guangji touched the handle of his luggage and rubbed it carefully, "Love the base like home, love movies like yourself! Chinese movies will not collapse with you!"

·

Wang Ping: "..."

He has to admit that during the past few days of the Chinese New Year, no matter whether it is Disney crazy fun, or going to the base to find seasons, there is not a minute of the plot in his mind that is related to the movie.

So the director raised it to such a height, it is really... unnecessary.

Wu Guangji himself moved himself, waved his hand, and directed the two people: "Let's go, the director invites you to go to the second floor to eat boiled mutton."

Ji Zuo sighed secretly——I just made it clear that I want to eat boiled mutton with someone who doesn't want to do it. Is there an option not to go?

Wang Ping simply wrote "I don't want to go" on his face.

But Wu Guangji didn't look at the two of them at all. He pulled the suitcase and rushed to the cafeteria on the second floor with arrogance.

Ten minutes later, the copper pot was placed on the table, and more than a dozen portions of meat were piled up on the entire table. Wu Guangji ordered a plate and started to eat first.

Food occupied Wu Guangji's mouth, he had no time to talk, Ji Zuo didn't speak, the scene was a little quiet for a while.

Sitting by the copper pot, Wang Ping couldn't help being distracted while watching the bubbling hot water in the pot.

in fact……

Wang Ping subconsciously raised his hand and touched his lips.

The kiss Ji walked just now gave him a pretty good feeling.

Although it definitely didn't have the feeling of overcurrent in the novel, it made him feel very comfortable. Even after the kiss ended abruptly, he wanted to try again.

But... what if this is liking?

Wang Ping didn't understand either.

Although Wang Ping has been clamoring for sweet love, he has never liked anyone, and he has never been liked by anyone.

He is experienced in making friends, and he is overwhelmed by liking someone.

Wang Ping was thinking about things, rubbed his lips, and didn't notice that Wu Guangji gave him a strange look.

"Wang Ping, why are you touching your mouth all the time?" Wu Guangji scooped up the large plate of meat that he just threw in with his chopsticks, and threw it into his bowl of sesame sauce, "Restrain yourself from eating and want to lose weight? No need to lose weight——Ye Minghuai has always been you now This size."

As Wu Guangji said, he picked up another pile of mutton and threw it into Wang Ping's sesame sauce bowl.

"Dedication is a good thing." Wu Guangji said, "But losing weight is really unnecessary."

"I'm not losing weight..." Wang Ping explained weakly.

"That's not losing weight." Ji Zou raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Brother Wang Ping, you keep touching your lips... Are you reminiscing about something?"

·

"How could it be aftertaste!"

Wu Guangji answered Ji Zuo categorically - as if this matter had something to do with him.

The big shiny light bulb didn't know his position at all, so he interjected very blindly: "Don't be too sensitive, just restrain yourself from eating."

Ji Zou & Wang Ping: "..."

Wu Guangji: "I've seen this kind of star a lot. There used to be a well-known actress in my crew—hey, I can't say too much, too much to decode..."

The light bulb chimed in and started talking.

From female star dieting to lose weight and talking about his first film creation, and then talking about whether the sesame sauce is delicious or not depends on the place of origin. The sesame sauce in a small town where he used to film is so fragrant that he drools.

The world is so big, there is no director who can't talk about it.

A meal turned into Wu Guangji's solo show. Before leaving, Wu Guangji told the two of them, "I've prepared all the warm things for the past two days. We'll go to the base in the mountains to shoot the scene where you flee away. It's cold up there." .”

It was two days before the leave was counted down, so Wu Guangji caught the two of them early in the morning and went to the base for sightseeing, to see the mountains and rivers laid down by the owner of the base.

One day countdown to leave, Wang Ping was going to see Yan Si, and Ji Zuo pestered him to go together. Nothing happened, and the two returned to the base.

The five-day holiday passed by in a flash.

On the fifth day, everyone came back from vacation. After a brief meeting, they began to pack their things. At three o'clock in the afternoon, buses and trucks pulled everyone into the mountains.

Wang Ping's room was crowded with assistants packing his things. He had nothing to do, and he didn't dare to go to Ji Zuo, so he wandered downstairs.

It happened that the logistics director was instructing his own staff to use the lobby of the dormitory building to tidy things up. As soon as Wang Ping came down, he saw it.

"Teacher Wang." The logistics director took the initiative to greet Wang Ping, "It's cold up there, have you packed your clothes?"

"Bring everything you need."

"But it's okay." The logistics director smiled, "Although the upper part is in the mountains, it is also a unified dormitory building with heating and everything..."

The logistics director put up a flag with a smile, and the face slap arrived as scheduled in two and a half hours.

Won't it be cold after going up?

He also needs to be cold to create conditions.

Wang Ping took off his coat just now when he entered the room he had allocated, and before he had time to unpack his luggage, he heard Wu Guangji outside the door shouting, "Why isn't the heater working?"

"That's right, I'm here too."

"I don't have any heating in my room."

Others ran to the corridor to talk about it,

"Don't accept it yet." Wang Ping called out to his assistant, put on his coat, and walked to the corridor.

The corridor was full of residents, and Wang Ping asked, "Is the heating not working?"

The logistics director went back from the Spring Festival holiday, and he had already been scolded by Wu Guangji for failing to confirm the matter here. Now that Wang Ping asked this question, he lowered his head even more.

"The heating in my room is okay." While speaking, Ji Zuo had already walked out.

Seeing Ji Zou, Wang Ping immediately learned from the logistics director, and shrank to the side like a quail, facing the back of his feet.

Ji Zou glanced at him, thought for a while, and said to the logistics director: "Maybe there is something wrong with the pipeline, can you come to fix it?"

"Heavy snow has blocked the mountain, and we can only come in tomorrow." The logistics director was about to cry.

"Then let the old actors live in my room." Ji Xuma said, "Young people sleep in a colder room, and there will be no problem in the future."

Standing in the corner with his head down, Wang Ping slowly raised his head and glanced at Ji Zou.

Wang Ping suddenly remembered that the old man dragged two children to look for Best Actor Ji, and Tang Jialin told him that Ji Zou had donated many schools that day.

Ji Zou always does this, calmly, as if this is what he should do, silently extending a hand for others.

Wang Ping was attracted by Ji Zou. Apart from his aura of being a best actor, he also felt that this kind of Ji Zou was really - very good.

The very good Ji Zuo seemed to have noticed Wang Ping's gaze, he turned to Wang Ping, faced him, and smiled lightly.

Wang Ping and Ji Zuo, who turned their heads, exchanged glances, and the next moment, Wang Ping's heart beat wildly—what was he thinking just now? !Attract, can the word attract not be used indiscriminately? ? ?

Wang Ping's ears were burning hot, he raised his hand to rub the tips of his ears, and raised his hand: "Director Wu."

"Ok?"

"The heating in my room is okay. I'll give it to the girls."

There were not many girls in the crew, and Tao Yabo was willing to squeeze with a few girls—the girls and the old man had made arrangements, and Wu Guangji's brows relaxed a little.

"The rest of the people who want to live together can huddle together for warmth, and those who don't want to sleep together can choose a suitable room by themselves and change tomorrow."

Wu Guangji stared at Wang Ping and Ji Zuo with kind eyes.

This light bulb has no intention of being charming, but thinks that these two people deserve praise for their good deeds.

But staring at the two people, combined with the words that you can sleep together, the atmosphere becomes a little weird.

If it was in the past, Wang Ping would have slept with Ji Zuo as soon as he lifted his pants, but now—isn't it that he couldn't respond to that kiss, and he didn't know what to do? ? ?

Wang Ping didn't even look at Ji Zou, and quickly rushed to the door of a room, holding the doorknob, and said firmly, "I choose this one!"

"Okay." Ji Zuo's voice was clear, with a little smile, he walked up to Wang Ping, rubbed shoulders with him and said, "Then I'll choose the room next door to Brother Wang Ping."

·

After Wang Ping chose a room, he quickly rushed into his room, hiding from reading the script and not coming out.

During the day, he received the new dance video tape sent by Ji Zeyang, watched the script for a while and danced for a while, but it wasn't very hot.

After taking a shower at night, Wang Ping found out—what is the cold fart in the northeast?

Wang Ping was wearing the silk pajamas he usually wore in a heated room, and he shivered as soon as he came out.

Although he hid under the quilt with lightning speed, after a few minutes, he completely "calmed down" together with the quilt.

Wang Ping slowly stretched out a hand, tremblingly pulled the sweater into the quilt, and put it on. This time it lasted a little longer, at least ten minutes later, he started to tremble.

This time Wang Ping had a little surprise.

When he raised his frozen toes, he encountered the hot water that the assistant threw in at some point, and the cold hot water bag slapped randomly on the back of his feet.

...it's going to be really cold to death.

Wang Ping shrank into the quilt, opened WeChat, and slid back and forth on it unconsciously.

It would be great if Ji walked in...

At least Ji Zuo's embrace is still very warm——

In the darkness of the quilt, Wang Ping opened his eyes wide in shock—what was he thinking? ? ?

Even more terrifying.

It was only at this time that Wang Ping realized that he was unconsciously scrolling, and at some point he clicked on Ji Zou's WeChat chat box. The next step was to click on the phone and dial the voice call.

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping himself wanted to beat himself up—you said yourself, are you still a human being?

Ji Zuo didn't respond to a word of kisses and liking, but thinking about other people's embrace is still very smooth, huh? ? ?

Wang Ping swallowed, forced himself to close Ji Zou's dialog box, entered the address book, and found the assistant's phone.

After a beep, the assistant answered the call, and the background was a little noisy: "Mr. Wang, I was just about to call you. Is it still cold?"

"Hmm..." Wang Ping sniffled, "I'm still a little cold, and I don't have any warming supplies, so share some with me—save some for yourselves, so you don't catch a cold."

"No, no." The assistant was so moved that he felt a little guilty, but he still glanced at Tang Jialin beside him, and continued, "It just so happened that we sorted out a batch of thermal products and will send them to you right away."

Wang Ping was on the verge of crying with joy, thanked him a few times, and hung up the phone.

Warm products are probably those conventional ones, warm baby hot water bottles, which are purely psychological.

Wang Ping stretched out his hand and dragged the script into the quilt, covered himself in the quilt, and read the script with the flashlight on his mobile phone—it was too cold outside, and no one could get out of his quilt.

Except...the knock on the door.

The assistant came very quickly, and within a few minutes of hanging up the phone, Wang Ping's door rang.

Wang Ping got his head out of the quilt, wrapped in a thick quilt, and walked towards the door in a sloppy manner.

Wang Ping opened the door moved, and rushed outside and said, "It's hard work for you to run so late..."

Wang Ping swallowed half of what he said.

Outside his room, the person carrying a bag of thermal supplies and wearing a down jacket that couldn't hide his handsome appearance was not an assistant.

It's Ji Zou with a smile on his face.

"It's not hard." Ji Zou smiled, and said in a tone like a big bad wolf finally knocked on the rabbit's door, "Brother Wang Ping."

·

"pat-"

Without even thinking about it, Wang Ping slammed the door shut.

The next moment, Wang Ping quickly ran to the bed and threw the quilt on it, then ran to the door, straightened the crooked sweater in front of the full-length mirror, pulled a disposable comb, and shaved his messy hair.

Then--

Wang Ping froze in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the reddish self inside.

I... what am I doing...?

Ji came as soon as he came, he should ask the teacher, what does it mean to tidy up the clothes? ? ?

Facing the mirror, Wang Ping adjusted his expression to what he thought was a questioning of a teacher, but when he opened the door and faced Ji Zou, he couldn't help being beaming.

"Why are you here?" Wang Ping asked.

It was a joyful tone.

"Isn't it cold?" Ji Zuo explained, "Bring you something to keep warm."

"how do you know?"

"Well..." Ji Zuo smiled, "Because Tang Jialin happened to be in the same room as your assistant, and I heard you call the assistant to make a request."

"Tang Jialin??"

Wang Ping finally came to his senses.

Tang Jialin and his assistant have a very good relationship, and the two of them would gather together to fight against each other when they had nothing to do, sometimes they would be King of Pesticides, and sometimes they would be League of Legends, having a great time.

"I'm chasing people. I don't have two eyeliners. How can I do that?"

Ji Zuo smiled very gently, very calm and breezy.

Wang Ping lost his temper, so he could only say: "Okay—then give me your things."

"This? It's useless."

Ji Zou looked at the bag of items in his hand, said while throwing them in the corridor.

Wang Ping looked at the parabola flying out of the bag, and really didn't know how Ji would go: "??? What are you doing?"

"Do you think these things are useful?" Ji Zuo reasoned calmly, "The hot water bottle will freeze in a while, and the warm baby won't last long."

"I don't think it's useful." Ji Zuo said, "So I found a special warm product for you."

Wang Ping was dizzy, silent for a while, and asked, "What is it?"

"Me." Ji walked a step towards Wang Ping's room, and said with a smile, "The constant temperature lasts for a long time, and it's safe for all ages—won't you try it?"

·

Before Wang Ping could answer whether to use it or not, he suddenly turned around and sneezed earth-shatteringly at the mirror where he was grooming himself just now.

Tens of degrees below zero, Wang Ping was wearing sandals and a sweater, talking to Ji Zuo for a few minutes, his toes were almost frozen into popsicles.

Just as Wang Ping moved his ankle, Ji Zuo pushed his shoulder.

Ji Zuo pushed Wang Ping vigorously, pushed him into the room, and closed the door smoothly.

"Ji Zuo, wait, what are you doing—" Wang Ping panicked.

Ji Zuo ignored him and just pushed him into the room.

Wang Ping was pushed to the edge of the bed and sat down on the bed.

Wang Ping has read countless humanities, and generally feels that he knows what will happen next.

So Wang Ping tightly closed his eyes, anxiously expecting, waiting for the next plot.

However—the expected oppression has not yet come.

Hearing the sound of his quilt being shaken, Wang Ping shook the quilt, and a gust of wind blew up. He was wrapped in the unfolded quilt before he had time to get cold.

Ji Zou's mobile game walked up to his collarbone, pulled the two ends of the quilt tightly, and wrapped him in the quilt.

Then--

Then there is no more.

Wang Ping: "..."

This is the end? ? ?

That's it? ? ?That's it? ? ?

Wang Ping himself couldn't explain why he was a little disappointed. He kicked off his slippers, curled up his calves and got under the quilt, curled up his toes, and stared at the carpet sadly.

Ji Zuo sat on the edge of Wang Ping's bed and asked, "Is it cold?"

"Not cold." Wang Ping insisted.

"Ji go!!!"

Wang Ping didn't react at all, his toes were covered by a warm hand.

Ji Zuo squeezed Wang Ping's cold thumb and frowned: "It's still not cold."

"I just stood there for a long time..."

Wang Ping did not finish explaining successfully.

Because the next moment, his quilt was torn off again, Ji Zuo took off his coat, and got into Wang Ping's quilt directly.

The next moment, Wang Ping was pressed down by him, and the back of his head fell on the soft pillow. The tip of Ji Zuo's lips brushed past his ear, then he lifted up, separated some distance from him, and stared at him.

Do... what? ? ? ? ?

what happened? ? ? ?

Ready to start? ? ?

Wang Ping's toes tensed up nervously——The plot of Fanrenwen, 2.0, this time it should be the feature film——

a ghost.

The plot that Wang Ping imagined did not happen at all, and Ji Zuo lay down next to Wang Ping. Afterwards, Wang Ping was turned around by Ji Zuo, his back was facing Ji Zuo, and he was hugged into Ji Zuo's arms.

Ji Zuo put his feet up, clamped Wang Ping's cold calf, then stretched out his arms, wrapping Wang Ping in his arms.

Ji Zuo is like a strong and warm lock, tightly locking Wang Ping in his arms, and continuously conveying the warmth of the past.

In just one second, Wang Ping was no longer cold.

Although Wang Ping tried to break free, he couldn't break free at all.

"Don't move." Ji Tuo lowered his hoarse voice and warned in a low voice.

Wang Ping froze instantly.

Ji Zuo said softly: "Don't worry, I promise you, I really came here because I was afraid that you would catch a cold."

Wang Ping: "..."

"Brother Wang Ping, do you know." "What is more important than love is respect—I love you, so I must respect you even more. Until I catch up with you, I will definitely not do anything too extreme."

Ji Zuo didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his cold lips were almost touching Wang Ping's ear as he spoke.

Wang Ping's body was cold, but his earlobes were hot.

But Ji Zuo's whole body is warm, only his lips are cold, and the hot air exhaled from his cold lips makes people crazy.

"That's why a man's reaction to the person he likes... that is, what happens to the person he likes, I have dealt with it in advance." Ji Zuo said softly, "You really treat me like a human pillow, warm and cozy Yes, sleep well."

Yes, all right.

It's a humanoid pillow, it's respect, it's warmth.

The only problem is.

Warmth gradually rose from Wang Ping's body, and all the warmth started from the ears, all the way down, and flowed to a place that shouldn't flow at all.

Wrapped in Ji Zou's arms, Wang Ping's mouth was dry——

The only problem is, I haven't dealt with the boy's problem well? ! ! !

The author has something to say: I can't hide my liking for this kind of thing.

Even if it doesn't come out of the eyes, it will...