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Wang Ping folded the itinerary, stuck it behind the phone case, and put it together with the photo of the little jade pot, and soon after Ji Zuo got on the plane and flew to Changsha.

Wang Ping also left the airport, went back to the dormitory to rest for half a day, and started his daily work.

On the second day of parting from Ji Zuo, Wang Ping and Yan Si went to shoot the magazine cover together.

The first costume shoot went smoothly, Yan Si went back to touch up makeup first, Wang Ping was about to go to the dressing room after taking the last few single shots, when he heard a soft and milky "meow" from the corner of the wall.

Wang Ping went looking for the sound, and saw a big box containing cat food bowls and cat litter among a pile of express boxes in the corner. "Meow" in the box with a childish voice.

Wang Ping's heart melted, and he didn't dare to touch it, so he only dared to take out his mobile phone; just as he was about to take a picture, he suddenly remembered that the camera's sound was turned off, so he went to dig the iPhone's mute button.

While Wang Ping was buttoning it, a staff member passed behind him holding the box, took a look, and laughed: "Oh, it seems that our Jiu Mi is amazingly charming, even Turnon likes her."

"Did you raise it?" Wang Ping asked, "I thought no one wanted it."

"It's the photographer's cat—it's just English short, how could no one want it." The staff member said, "The photographer likes it so badly, that's why I brought it here to work together."

"oh oh."

Wang Ping originally thought that no one wanted it, so he was going to take it back to raise him, but there was nothing he could do if there was an owner.

Wang Ping took a few photos and sent them to Ji Zou without editing them.

Wang Ping walked to the dressing room while bowing his head to send a message to Ji Zuo.

ping: [shooting the cover of a magazine today, it was fun. 】

ping: [The photographer brought all the cats. 】

Ping: [In the future, we will also raise...]

When Wang Ping posted it here, he felt a little ambiguous, so he quickly deleted it and reposted it.

Wang Ping pressed the phone's voice function and recorded: "Cute, isn't it?"

"What's cute?" Yan Si raised his head and glanced at Wang Ping who walked into the dressing room, "Let's not talk about that, your website has been pretty good lately."

"Ah?" Wang Ping sat down beside Yan Si, "What do you say?"

"You don't know?" Yan Si glanced at Wang Ping in surprise—this person loves surfing the Internet. Before he met Ji, let alone his own website, he could even tell you clearly about the fan literature of several brothers. clearly.

Now I don't even know that a new website has been opened.

Yan Si looked Wang Ping around and suddenly said, "Oh, I see."

"... What do you know?"

"After falling in love, I don't have time to check Weibo—I understand." Yan Si smiled, but added, "You are quite cute, Ji Yingdi will like you."

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping has a white neck and never wears liquid foundation, so usually the shy pink will spread to the neck.

What Yan Si said is quite right. Recently, Wang Ping is really... addicted to Ji Zou, and basically doesn't check Weibo much.

But can this be his fault?It can’t be said that I’m really obsessed with Ji Zou—going to France is necessary for work, and I didn’t read Weibo after a few days of work, which is normal.

Recently, I chatted a lot with Ji Zou... Then some things happen every day. It's normal for him to chat with Ji Zou a lot.

Isn't it normal? !

Make a fuss!

"No...not in a relationship!" Wang Ping glanced at Yan Si's watching eyes, and kicked him, "Get lost, don't talk nonsense, what site is it, show it to Dad to have a look."

Yan Si appreciated the species of "Shy Wang Ping" today, and felt that it was worth the fare. He didn't care about him saying that he was a father, opened the Weibo homepage of the website, and handed it to Wang Ping.

"Ban Ping Sheng-Zhe Gui Ling?" Wang Ping read the name of the station in a low voice, "It's such an ancient name, why does it stand like a god?"

"Look down and you will know."

Wang Ping pulled down the interface, and it didn't take long before the interface was pulled to the bottom.

The earliest Weibo was six days ago.

There is a long promotional picture, the official announced the first birthday support for Wang Ping - 21 large LED advertising screens covering the whole of Beijing, playing the birthday support video only for Wang Ping intermittently around the clock.

Five days ago, the second birthday support - Hangzhou light show and drone support.

Four days ago, the third birthday support - 21000 logistics boxes, printed with Wang Ping's cartoon avatar and support words, were distributed all over the country.

Three days ago, the fourth birthday applause—a total of 21 boarding passes with Wang Ping’s face on six airlines,

Two days ago, the fifth birthday support - the adoption of 21 red pandas.

One day ago, the sixth birthday aid - donated 21 loving books to each of 1000 loving libraries across the country.

There are only so many microblogs in total, all of which are birthday cheers; this site doesn't talk too much, and it seems that the site was opened to spend money——

From the exaggerated LED screen and light show support, to the logistics and transportation industry support that are closely related to people, to the final public welfare support.

This website is really rich and caring, and it used its best efforts to celebrate Wang Ping's birthday this time.

"This is too strong..." Wang Ping was shocked to read Zhe Guiling's Weibo. Before he finished feeling, he suddenly realized that Zhe Guiling seemed to be posting Weibo at this time yesterday.

Subconsciously, Wang Ping pulled to refresh, the Weibo circled, and the new Weibo was loaded.

At the same time, Ji Zou, who was in the intermission of the show, had just finished greeting the host, returned to his lounge, and first reached out to Tang Jialin for a cell phone.

Ji walks out of his large interface, logs in to the website account of @巴平生-维桂令, clicks the + sign in the upper right corner of Weibo, selects the art picture saved in the phone last night, and clicks upload.

Wang Ping's phone was refreshed successfully, and a Weibo that hadn't been reposted appeared on the Zheguiling homepage.

Open the long picture, today's birthday support officer announced six Hope Primary Schools.

@巴平生-维桂令: [Today is the last day of your 20th birthday, I wish you a happy 21st birthday in advance, happy 21st every day.May the love for you also be a light that illuminates others. 】

Wang Ping's kung fu of looking at pictures and words has already surpassed 1000 revolutions.

Hot Comment 1: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! 】

Hot Comment 2: [Hope Primary School! ! !A one-time donation of six! ! ! 】

Hot Comment 3: [Love for you becomes a light that illuminates others! ! !I'm ready! ! !I can! ! !How can it be so romantic and rich? ? ? 】

Hot Comment 4: [Our Zheguiling is really rich and romantic woo woo woo woo.Same as your name! ! ! 】

"Hello." Wang Ping raised his foot and kicked Yan Si, "What does Zhe Gui Ling mean? Why do you say it is romantic?"

"Do you think I look like I'm educated enough to understand such things?" Yan Si smiled slightly and took out his mobile phone, "But my wife is educated enough to understand such things—I'll ask him .”

"Damn!" Wang Ping never thought that he could be shown like this. He took a sip of the fleshy grapes and cursed, "I may not be a human, but you are a real dog."

Yan Si had already got in touch with Xie Zhi, and he teased him for a while before he started asking serious questions.

Wang Ping couldn't bear to listen, so he put on earphones and drank Hey Tea while waiting for Yan Si to finish his call.

"That's right." Yan Si didn't come over to pull Wang Ping's earphones until Xie Zhi was in class.

"What is it?"

"My daughter-in-law said it might be the name of a ci brand."

"...what???"

When Wang Ping was in middle school, he was strong in science and knew nothing about liberal arts.

Yan Si was able to reduce his dimensions and crush him because of the science popularization that Xie Zhizhi just now, so he said triumphantly: "The one that is especially famous--you will love it if you don't love it in your life, and you will love it, and you will hurt it--understand? No Culture, it's horrible."

Wang Ping: "..."

Yan Si waited for Wang Ping to fight him, but Wang Ping didn't move at all for a while.

Wang Ping sat on the chair, seemed to think of something, looked into the distance, and said nothing.

Meanwhile, Weibo.

Hot comment N: [Zhe Gui Ling Da, let me ask you, you... did you open the website just to spend a lot of money? ? ?I'm so curious!Ask for a flop? 】

@巴平生-Zheguiling replied: 【No. 】

[I just want to express that I love him. 】

·

The next day was Wang Ping's birthday. After a half-day announcement in the morning, when Wang Ping returned to the dormitory in the evening, Turnon had already prepared food, wine and cake.

Bi Fang put a paper crown hat on Wang Ping's head, telling him not to do anything today, just wait to eat.

Turnon and the others were running between the kitchen and the living room, and the chef invited by the name of Supervisor Yansi was cooking, and they really wanted to eat a couple of bites while it was hot.

Wang Ping sat for a while, feeling that something was wrong, and was just about to go over to check the situation, but heard a knock on the door.

Bo Yi'an opened the door, dragged a case of wine and ran in through the door panting.

"I'm late! I'm sorry for my poor child! I'll punish myself with a box!" Bo Yi'an threw a box of wine in front of Wang Pingping with pride, and said generously, "Son, these wines are all yours. Don't leave until you finish drinking."

"..." Wang Ping's hair was full of black lines, "Does your so-called self-punishment mean that you punish yourself by buying me a case of beer?"

Bai Yi'an frowned slightly, and straightened his chest: "Otherwise? Is there something wrong?"

There are so many things that are wrong! !

Wang Ping was about to have a clear argument with Bai Yi'an, but his arm was pulled by Zhou Qixuan who had just returned from "tasting dishes" in the kitchen.

Zhou Qixuan had a good temper, and persuaded: "Forget it, let's come."

"That's right, don't be angry, come son, have a bite of cake."

As the team captain, Bi Fang held the cake very responsibly to stop this conflict within the team.

Bi Fang held the cake in front of Wang Ping, picked up the fork inserted in the cake, forked a small piece, threw it away, and then directly pressed the whole cake on Wang Ping's face.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

Zhou Qixuan let go of Wang Ping's hand, gave a high-five to Bai Yi'an and Bifang, and then pulled each other and fled.

Wang Ping is messed up in the wind——

A pro-teammate is a pro-teammate! ! !

Wang Ping took off the cake box stuck to his face, let out a sinister grin, wiped the cream on his face, lifted the remaining cake box, and threw it to Yan Si, who was watching a good show beside him.

Yan Si's face was slammed upright, and he looked at Wang Ping in disbelief.

"I didn't punish you?!"

"When the cake collapses! No turnon member is innocent!!!"

Yan Si was silent for a while, feeling that Wang Ping's words were true, he immediately took the remaining cake and joined the melee.

A group of people fought back and forth in the living room like elementary school students. In the end, everyone's face turned white, and they were too tired to run, so they lay down on the ground, gasping for air.

Turnon and the others gasped for a while, stood up and tidied up, wiped Wang Ping off, and threw him on the sofa.

"Okay, okay." Bi Fang panted slightly, "From now on, I will celebrate your birthday in a serious way."

"Look at the rice on this table." Bi Fang said, "We asked Yan Si's cook to make it by himself."

"Please don't make it so serious as if you did it with your own hands???" Wang Ping couldn't complain.

"Although we didn't do it ourselves, we participated in it personally." Bai Yi'an said righteously.

Wang Ping: "For example?"

"Personally... taste the saltiness?" Bai Yi'an said.

"Personally... taste the raw and cooked?" Zhou Qixuan said.

"Personally... have you tasted the cook's skills?" Bi Fang said.

Yan Si raised his hand: "I personally asked my assistant to invite the chef."

Wang Ping: "..."

That is indeed a great contribution! ! !

"Okay! It's not important!" Bai Yi'an slapped the table and began to control the field, "In short, we warmly celebrate our son's one-year-old!!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Turnon and the group of people raised their glasses to celebrate.

Wang Ping couldn't play with them, so he laughed and had a drink with them.

Bai Yi'an winked at Zhou Qixuan, Zhou Qixuan put down his cup and entered the room, while Bai Yi'an rolled up a paper tube and stood in front of the TV.

"Okay, then, please enjoy the dance brought by Zhou Qixuan—badguy!"

... what? ? ?

The very enchanting female troupe dancer in the legend? ? ?

The next moment, Zhou Qixuan, who was wearing a red dress and a wig, came out of the room enchantingly, and gave Wang Ping a wink.

"Pfft!!!" Wang Ping almost choked on a sip of wine.

Bi Fang turned on the stereo quickly and let Zhou Qixuan dance - as the lead dancer of the second echelon after Yan Si and Wang Ping, Zhou Qixuan said that his excellent dancing skills are used for this.

Zhou Qixuan hadn't enjoyed dancing to the fullest yet, so he performed a geine for Wang Ping by the way, and was chased away by Bi Fang and Yan Si.

"Then it's our turn." Bi Fang said seriously, "The program we're bringing to you is - selling abductees."

"Good!!!" Zhou Qixuan and Bai Yi'an applauded wildly.

Men's group, this is the legendary male god group.

Wang Ping's head hurts, and he feels like his team is taking jujube pills.

But there is one thing to say, Yan Si and Bi Fang are quite talented in acting, the performance of the two is so penetrating, it is completely ashamed to watch the original version.

Wang Ping held a glass of beer and laughed while drinking. He couldn't help but look at the clock hanging beside the darkened window.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening.

An hour has passed since Ji Zuo promised that he would come back in time.

Wang Ping took a sip of wine and laughed, unable to conceal a little bit of loneliness on his body.

"Okay, that's the end of our show—"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

The ending announcement sounded together with the knock on the door. Wang Ping instantly dropped his beer glass and sat up straight on the sofa. Bai Yi'an left the door and went in to open it.

Wang Ping straightened his waist and looked at the door expectantly, his head was almost crooked, and he could only see Bai Yi'an's back.

Wang Ping was about to stand up when he heard Ji Zeyang's serious voice.

"Where's Wang Ping?" Ji Zeyang's voice was very serious, even a little scary, "Let him come out for a while."

All the people in the room looked at Wang Ping all at once, Yan Si frowned, stood up subconsciously, and walked in front of Wang Ping——Ji Zeyang had never spoken to them so seriously before, and he didn't know what happened, but no matter what , turnon will face together.

Bai Yi'an also thought so, he smiled, and pulled Ji Zeyang: "Brother Zeyang, come in and say something."

"I'm only looking for Wang Ping." Ji Zeyang refused to budge, "Let him come out."

"Brother Zeyang, you..."

Just as Yan Si was about to speak for Wang Ping, Wang Ping tapped his arm; Wang Ping shook his head, smiled, and signaled him to handle it himself.

Wang Ping straightened his clothes, straightened his back and walked towards Ji Zeyang.

Wang Ping guessed that maybe Ji Zeyang knew about the matter between him and Ji Zou; now, the corridor behind Ji Zeyang is dark, and Bai Yi'an's expression is a bit solemn, but Wang Ping is not afraid.

When Wang Ping walked past Bai Yi'an, Bai Yi'an wanted to stop him, but Wang Ping gently pushed him away.

"Don't worry." Wang Ping straightened his back, walked up to Ji Zeyang, and asked, "Brother Zeyang, what's wrong?"

With a solemn expression, Ji Zeyang stared at Wang Ping, and then he showed a tricky smile.

Ji Zeyang stepped on his leather shoes, and the corridor lights came on.

Ji Zeyang stepped aside, pulled him over and stood behind him, Ji Zou with a helpless expression on his face.

"Haha, how's it going?" Ji Zeyang pushed Ji Walkin in, and laughed, "Bringing your film king's—is it a surprise, is it a surprise?!"

·

"Surprise, big-headed ghost!!! People are going to be scared to death!!!" Zhou Qixuan and Bi Fang strongly criticized their manager's bad habit of scaring people to play.

Ji Zeyang didn't bother to pay attention to them at all, and leisurely ate melon seeds with Erlang's legs crossed: "Are you only allowed to scare me every day, but I can't walk?"

Ji Zeyang sneered: "It's so funny."

Turnon everyone: "..."

Do you see it! ! ! Turnon atmosphere is so bad! !The agent takes the lead in doing things!

Turnon didn't care whether it was Wang Ping, the protagonist, or not. His family mobilized and attacked, but Ji Zeyang beat him back with all his might.

Wang Ping didn't say anything, just sat in the corner of the sofa with Ji Zuo - for no other reason than weak legs.

Although he was tough enough to face Ji Zeyang just now, but when he thought about it, he still felt that the manager's cold face was particularly terrifying.

In the past, he didn't understand the comment that Brother Zeyang was an evil god in the circle, but now he understands it!I understand very much! !

Wang Ping's legs softened for a while, and he recovered, and finally found that Ji Zou was still sitting beside him, his fingertips were subconsciously touching Ji Zou's fingers, almost close to holding hands.

Wang Ping retracted his hand like lightning, and stood up awkwardly: "Ji Zou—I forgot that you haven't had any water yet, have you eaten? What would you like to drink?"

Just as Wang Ping was about to get his own cup to pour water for Ji Zuo, Ji Zuo dragged him back.

Ji Zuo glanced at Wang Ping's water glass, didn't drink it, but raised his hand to tidy up Wang Ping's crooked paper crown.

Ji Zu lifted Wang Ping's hair and put the one with the tallest crown in the middle of his head.

"Don't be busy, I want to drink by myself." Ji Zou still held up the crown in his hands, his face was close to Wang Ping, and he talked to him, "Today you are the protagonist - you should enjoy others quietly, that is... my service."

When Ji Zuo was talking, the hot breath from his breath blew Wang Ping's bangs on his forehead.

Wang Ping didn't have any makeup on today, and his face turned pink next to Ji Zuo, so that every detail was visible.

Ji Zuo tidied up the crown, lowered his head, and saw Wang Ping's side face covered with a piece of white cream that contrasted sharply with pink, he couldn't help laughing.

Ji Zuo raised his finger, smeared the piece of cream, took a fingertip to whiten it, and showed it to Wang Ping: "Little cat? Why didn't you wipe your face clean?"

"..."

Wang Ping was going to die of embarrassment! !

After having a cake fight with this group of people just now, they wiped my face and didn't check it. How could I think there is still on my face! ! !

Wang Ping raised his hand, just about to wipe it with his sleeve, but his wrist was clamped by Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo pulled out a piece of paper, and said softly, "I'll wipe it for you—did you just throw the cake?"

Ji Zuo's fingertips were gentle, rubbing Wang Ping's heart itchy. He didn't think about it, and his tone was aggrieved: "I was beaten badly by them-I couldn't beat them."

Ji Zuo paused slightly with his fingers.

Ji Zou lowered his eyelashes, stared into Wang Ping's light brown eyes, and whispered: "Really?"

"Really." Wang Ping raised his eyes and whispered, "Who's birthday next time, will you help me get revenge?"

Ji Zuo chuckled, and wiped Wang Ping's face again. Instead of answering the question, he said, "It wasn't wiped clean."

"Ah? Where?"

Wang Ping wanted to wipe it off, but he couldn't free his wrist.

Ji Zuo clutched the tissue in his hand, moved it to Wang Ping's side face, hooked his tongue, licked the last piece of cream, rolled it to his lips, and kissed Wang Ping's side face again.

"It's all right now." Ji Zou straightened his body, "Wipe it clean."

·

As Ji Zou said, he let go of Wang Ping's wrist, picked up the cup that Wang Ping was going to pour water for him just now, took a sip of water, and swallowed the sweet and greasy cream.

Wang Ping sat where he was.

At first, his face was still pink, but a second later, he turned red to the color of rotten tomatoes.

"Bai...Bo Yi'an!!!" Wang Ping turned to the group of people who were still passionately facing Ji Zeyang, patted the table and said, "Where is the show you gave me!!!"

"Ah??" Bai Yi'an was suddenly cueed, a little dazed, and quickly wiped his hands, "Oh, oh, I forgot, I'll be right there!"

Bai Yi'an prepared a stand-up comedy for Wang Ping, and performed it himself, which is worthy of him; Zhou Qixuan was worried that the actor would be sad if he didn't see his performance, so he brought the girl group dance again.

Ji Zeyang watched it with great interest, and sent a message to a director on the WeChat list, saying that there is someone in Turnon who can consider the reverse role.

On the surface, Wang Ping was watching his brother's show, but in fact, he didn't have any intention of watching the show at all.

Wang Ping felt that he was about to fly into the sky, and he could touch Ji Zuo's warm arm with a slight movement of his hand. The feeling of loneliness just now was swept away, and his heart seemed to be filled with something warm. It's full.

Ji Zou watched the show for a while, then asked Wang Ping in a low voice, "Would you like something to eat?"

The guest is the one who leaves tomorrow, but he is as calm as the owner here.

Wang Ping thought for a while, then whispered, "I want to eat cake."

"it is good."

Ji Zuo brought a piece of cake to Wang Ping, with two forks on it, and the two of them huddled in a corner, thinking they shared a piece of cake, a piece of steak, and a box of ice cream together secretly.

After eating almost, the show of several people is over.

Bi Fang's grilled skewers came, everyone opened the wine and entered today's main line - the link of not getting drunk and not returning.

"The actor is here today, so we must respect the actor, right—" Bi Fang enthusiastically communicated with the actor, "I did it, you can do whatever you want!"

After Bi Fang finished speaking, he blinked his eyes and waited for Ji Zao to reply him: "I did it, you can do whatever you want."

However, Ji Zuo just smiled: "Okay, you will do what you say."

Bi Fang: "..."

What kind of plot is this? ? ?

What about modesty and courtesy? ? ?What about public order and good customs? ? ?

Bai Yi'an laughed wildly, changed Bi Fang to a big glass, poured a full glass of wine and pushed it to him, loudly: "You did it! The actor is free!"

Bi Fang wanted to cry, but had no choice but to do it.

Ji Zuo smiled calmly, not only drank with Bi Fang, but also drank with the rest of them—they had a meal, and Ji Zuo was very aware of how much these people drank, and not long after, several of them were drunk by him up.

Including Ji Zeyang, who has been in the winery for several years, also fell under Ji Zuo's wine glass.

The only one who didn't drink was Yan Si - this person's drinking capacity was unfathomable, but when he had the last drink, he thought for a while, then tilted his head to the side, pretending to be drunk.

Wang Ping was gnawing on a duck neck, and when he looked up and saw that everyone was lying down, he swallowed nervously, put down the duck neck, and wiped his hands.

"They're all drunk." Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou nervously, "Then... then, do you want to drink with me?"

Everyone was drunk, that season got him drunk, and then...after that.

Wang Ping touched the beer glass next to him, and was about to pour the wine when he heard Ji Zuo chuckle.

"Do not."

Ji Zuo turned around, raised his hands, and shackled Wang Ping between himself and the sofa; Ji Zuo lowered his head, almost touching the tip of Wang Ping's nose, and the moonlight shone on his side face, making him look handsome and gentle, And with a bit of angular strength.

The clock in the room was ticking, only four and ten minutes to midnight.

Ji Zuo used the tip of his nose to start from the root of Wang Ping's mountain, tracing his straight nose all the way down, and finally stopped and touched the tip of his nose.

"They are all drunk." Ji Zuo said, "Would you like to come with me?"

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