Pet hot search [Entertainment circle]

... quasi... what friend?What friend? ? ?Boy what friend? ?

The three of Turnon were shocked to the extreme, they turned their heads simultaneously, and looked at Wang Ping in shock.

"Yes..." Wang Ping blushed a little, "He's chasing me."

This is real! ! !not kidding! !

The three of Turnon opened their mouths at the same time, and they could basically stuff three light bulbs in, which was very shocking—what kind of plot is this? ? ?How can I go to the set and find all the boyfriends? ? ?Now chasing people and being chased, you have to issue a notice, and move forward with a high profile? ? ?

"Then... the son-in-law there." Bai Yi'an was dumbfounded, and slowly opened his mouth, "Since... since we are all from our own family, shall we have dinner together...?"

"It's really hard work for you to catch up with us," Zhou Qixuan said.

"Hello!" Wang Ping heard something in Zhou Qixuan's words, "What do you mean?"

"Literally..."

My brother's urination is very clear to my family, and chasing Wang Ping...it is indeed quite difficult.

"It won't be hard, chasing Brother Wang Ping is a very happy thing." Ji Zuo smiled lightly, and before the three of Turnon spoke, he said, "I have to catch a plane to go back to the set later, and I won't eat dinner—— There is still half an hour before we go back, can you give me and Brother Wang Ping a little private space?

Turnon and the others understood in seconds, picked up the food on the ground in an instant, and flew away.

At the elevator entrance, only Wang Ping and Ji Zuo were left.

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou, his eyes flickering - "Private space...why...?"

Ji Zou: "..."

Ji Zuo glanced at Wang Ping with some interest, then looked at the glass windows where some of the staff members were indistinct, and said with a smile, "Brother Wang Ping thinks so."

"I... I feel—"

It can't be about the audition just now, can it? ? ?

"People come and go, what do you want me to do?" Ji Zou said, approaching Wang Ping, sincerely said, "I can..."

Ji walked over, almost reaching the tip of Wang Ping's nose, breathing heavily, and Wang Ping realized how close the two of them were.

Wang Ping panicked, his breathing stopped, and he looked at Ji Zuo nervously.

"Let's go." Ji Zun looked up with a smile, and patted Wang Ping's hair, "Didn't you say you want to show me around?"

·

Visiting, Wang Ping remembered this theme.

Wang Ping took Ji to walk around the level that belonged to their turnon group - because Turnon has achieved the top domestic group, so the company rewarded this level to them.

Wang Ping led Ji Zou from the meeting room to the dance practice room, and half an hour passed in a flash. When the alarm clock rang, although Ji Zou choked it instantly, Wang Ping also stopped the voice of the enthusiastic introduction in an instant.

"Is it time to go to the airport?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then I'll take you down."

Although Wang Ping was still smiling, the excitement disappeared in an instant; when he sent Ji down, he rushed to press the elevator for him, and when he reached the underground garage, he rushed to open the car door and climbed into the co-pilot.

Wang Ping put on his seat belt as if he was afraid that someone would rob him.

"I... will take you to the garage door."

Just like I said to send Ji to the gate of the community just now, but this time... I really want to say goodbye.

Ji Zuo pursed his lips and said nothing. After warming up the car for a while, he started the engine.

The lights in the underground garage were dim, and Ji Zuo was driving slowly, but no matter how slow it was, Yijiu Entertainment was only this big, and it took only 2 minutes to walk to the door.

The moment the sky shone through the car window, Wang Ping reached for his seat belt.

"Now... I really have to unbuckle my seat belt."

In April in Beijing, the sky has a beautiful purple color at night. Wang Ping didn't watch Ji Zou, but looked out of the window, his silhouette looked a little lonely.

This was a moment of loneliness, and the next, Wang Ping clicked on the seat belt, waved at Ji Zou easily, and said with a smile, "Ji Zou, goodbye."

"Wait a minute, this is for you."

Ji Zuo opened the storage compartment and took out a bag of purple gauze bags. Through the packaging, he could see dozens of Buerjia lollipops inside.

Ji Zuo handed the sandbag to Wang Ping.

"My time to wrap up is April 23."

Ji Zou said.

"Eat one every day, and I'll be back when the sugar is gone."

·

In the end, the actor gave him a bag of lollipops, made an appointment to call Wang Ping every day, and drove to the airport when he couldn't wait any longer.

Wang Ping stood there for a while, waited until it was completely dark, then put on his mask silently, turned around and walked to Turnon's exclusive floor.

As soon as he went up, a few people who couldn't wait to hear the gossip dragged him away, pried open Wang Ping's mouth with Ji Zuo's food, and tortured him.

In the end, everyone felt unanimously-yes, it is something we can do at ordinary times; yes, Ji Yingdi has a bright future.

Everyone was gossiping and chatting happily, Ji Zeyang appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly reviewed their study during this period, and used the standard of knife group dance to be critical.

And then, there's really nothing to say.

Just practice, practice to death.

Wang Ping is very good at tossing himself, especially dancing, which is his strongest point, he has to do his best.

Even the standard level of movement, and then practice balance.

Beijing in late spring is still very cold. Sometimes the doors and windows are closed to practice dancing, and at the end of the dance, the steam from the body will directly fog up the mirror in the practice room.

Wang Ping was so tired that he lay down in the practice room on a towel, leaned against the foggy mirror and took out his cell phone—he didn't have a single missed call today.

However, Ji Zou is really busy recently - before Wang Ping left, he took pictures of Wu Guangji's shooting schedule, and knew that Ji Zou's recent scenes were either emotional scenes that tortured the heart, or martial arts scenes with big scenes.

I am physically and mentally exhausted, and one day I may not have time to make a phone call, but it is also possible...

but……

Wang Ping fumbled with his mobile phone, threw it away, lay flat on his back panting, and looked up at the ceiling—his whole body was sore after practicing dancing for a long time, and he forgot when he ate the last meal. It was empty and uncomfortable.

Wang Ping picked up the mobile phone he had thrown away, and just pressed Ji Zuo's number, the ringtone of the incoming call rang.

Wang Ping didn't even look at the phone number, just pressed the connect button, and brought the phone to his ear—"Hello?!"

"Hello, is it... Mr. Wang Ping?"

Wang Ping: "..."

There was an unfamiliar voice on the phone, which had nothing to do with Ji Zou.

Only then did Wang Ping look at the caller ID - an unfamiliar number, and he didn't recognize it at all.

Wang Ping said disappointedly: "Well, I am, do you have anything to do?"

"That's it. You have a takeaway delivered to this company downstairs, and access control is required. Can you come down and pick it up yourself?"

Wang Ping: "Okay, wait a minute."

When did you order takeaway?

Wang Ping got a little confused from his dance practice recently, thinking that he ordered it when he was dizzy, and ran down, but was startled by a large pile of takeaway boxes piled up outside.

"These are for your company's brothers and staff." The delivery man was a handsome boy who looked very simple and honest, and handed a separate thermal bag to Wang Ping: "This one, the customer who ordered , can only be given to you, not to others.”

"Only for me?"

Wang Ping looked at the thermos bag and instantly understood.

Wang Ping called a few staff members to come down for supper, then sneaked away and ran into his small practice room.

Wang Ping locked the door, and then carefully opened the bag. There was a small note on the lunch box, written in Ji Zou's handwriting—"I asked my assistant to find a pig's knuckle rice in Beijing that tastes very similar. I have worked hard on the dance practice. Come on stage."

Wang Ping felt as if he had just gone back and danced once—oh no, maybe twice, otherwise, why would his heart be so fast?

Wang Ping carefully lifted the lid of the box, and first saw the divided green chili sauce, the amount should be one and a half spoonfuls.

Wang Ping stirred the chopped chili sauce, took a mouthful and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing for a bit, his eyes widened in surprise.

Wang Ping grabbed the phone——

Ping: [Ji Zou, I received that meal. 】

Ping: [It really tastes like that store, how did you do it? 】

Ji Zuo hasn't played yet, it's been a long time since Wang Ping finished his box of lunch before receiving his message.

People I might like: [I heard the assistant mention such a store by chance, and asked him to try it everywhere and try it out. 】

Ping: [This is too coincidental! ! ! 】

It's not a coincidence.

If Wang Ping had an eyeliner in Sichuan, he would know that the pork knuckle rice shop in Sichuan had closed down recently, and the owner's family was invited to travel to Beijing.

Free board and lodging, except for one meal a day to a courier, nothing has to be paid.

Ji Zou sat on the side of the set. He was exhausted from hanging the wire all day. Seeing the three exclamation marks, he also seemed to see Wang Ping who was full of energy. He couldn't help but smile.

Ji Zuo recovered a little bit of energy, and typed: 【I'm going to film soon.Brother Wang Ping, don't practice too late, go to bed early. 】

When Wang Ping saw this line of writing, he didn't bother typing. He immediately grabbed his phone and typed a voice message: [Our season tour is on April [-]th. Is it possible for the crew to wrap up early?I leave you a ticket? 】

Ji Zuo probably hasn't been filming yet.

Because Wang Ping saw that Ji Zuo's note had changed to being input.

Wang Ping stared nervously at the chat box, anxiously waiting for Ji Zou's reply——

Wang Ping also did it on a whim, but he really wanted Ji Zuo to see himself on stage.

For idols, the few 10 minutes on stage will always be their most handsome highlight moment.

At this moment, Wang Ping wanted Ji Zou to watch.

Wang Ping waited for several minutes before Ji Zuo finished typing.

It didn't match the input time, Ji Zuo finally typed out only three words.

【uncertain】

·

At one o'clock in the morning on April [-]th, amidst the applause that was exhausted, everyone briefly celebrated the success of the production team.

No strength, that is really no strength——

Originally, the last stage of the play was low-key and depressing, plus Wu Guangji and Ji Yingdi suddenly started to catch up with the progress like crazy, and it was really hard to accompany the two workaholics.

In the end, Wu Guangji was very satisfied - this kind of squeeze completely squeezed out the gloomy temperament of Ji Walker.

Ji Zuo was also quite satisfied - 10 minutes ago, he received a ticket for a VIP seat at a high price from the scalper, the third row in the middle of Area A, and he was able to watch Brother Wang Ping's performance from a very good perspective.

On April [-]th, at three o'clock in the morning, Ji walked out to the airport.

On April [-]th, at five o'clock in the morning, Ji Zuo boarded the earliest plane.

On April [-]th, at [-]:[-] in the morning, Ji Zou landed in Shanghai—Turnon's tour city, Tong Le waited at the airport, and walked to the hotel after Ji Zou.

On April [-]th, at one o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Zou changed into a set of well-cut casual clothes, and went to the flower shop closest to the hotel to buy a large bunch of sunflowers.

On April [-]th, at [-]:[-] pm, the turnon season tour began to check tickets and enter the venue.

Ji Zuo held the sunflower in his hands, straightened his back, walked into the infield and sat down, looking at the empty stage at this time.

·

April [-]th, five o'clock in the afternoon.

Sitting opposite the make-up mirror in the backstage, Wang Ping looked down at the itinerary he had taken earlier—the one of Wu Guangji while the make-up artist was doing his hair.

According to the itinerary, Ji Zuo should be filming the scene in memory of Ye Minghuai today; this scene is very important, and the task is also very important, and it needs to be filmed from morning to night.

"Hey..." Wang Ping sighed.

In other words, Ji Zuo not only didn't come, but also didn't have time to watch the live broadcast.

"Pingping, don't sigh." The makeup artist smiled at him, "The painting is so handsome, you are going to meet the fans soon, aren't you happy?"

"That's still fun."

While talking, Wang Ping listened to the distant din, and adjusted his state silently—whether Ji Zuo could watch him or not, the most important thing now was to finish the concert well.

The makeup artist helped Wang Ping reapply the lip makeup, put sparkling stars on the end of his eyes, and patted his shoulder to indicate that it was almost done.

Wang Ping stood up and was about to hand over the mobile phone to the assistant for safekeeping, when the mobile phone was handed to the assistant's fingertips, and then he put it away in his own hand.

Wang Ping sent a message to Ji Zou: [I'm going on stage, and I'm going to strive for zero mistakes today, remember to watch the replay. 】

Although the replay does not have the atmosphere of watching the live broadcast.

But Wang Ping still wants Ji Zuo to take a serious look at him on the stage.

After Wang Ping sent the WeChat message, he handed over the locked screen of his mobile phone to his assistant, and walked to the side of the stage—for today's opening dance, Wang Ping will hang Wia from the side to enter the arena, so the waiting place is also from the side.

Wang Ping stood under the steel stairs of the side stage, and he could still see a corner of the stage and the huge LED screen when he looked up.

The screen is now testing functionality, sweeping through the audience.

Ji Zou didn't see the stage empty anymore, he was lowering his head, arranging the sunflowers he had put at his feet just now; after arranging the sunflowers, he turned on his hand-held lamp, the word Wang Ping lit up in the dark night, It also illuminated Ji Zou's face.

At the same time, the camera was also supported by the crane arm, and it slowly turned in front of Ji Zuo.

The camera caught Ji Zuo.

He didn't even move away, it seemed because he was a male fan, the camera froze and slowly zoomed in.

Wang Ping fastened his wire safety rope, took a deep breath, and glanced at the LED screen by chance.

……

Quarter away? ? ?

? ? ?what's the situation? ? ?

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