I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Chatting with Zou Mo had too much stamina, Ning Zhi'an was excited for several days, and even worked hard to update in the underworld, "Meng Po Tang Literature Network" these two days are like the Ghost Festival, everywhere is full of joy.

[The Lonely Hanged Ghost]: It's been a lot of hard work, let's write another chapter before you die from exhaustion, it would be even better if you die from exhaustion!

[Don't break ground on my old lady's grave]: In fact, Da Da wants to write more for Yang Jian's fans, it's okay, you go and like them, who made me a clumsy ghost, it's not like they will please you.

[Bake me a bowl of snail noodles]: The snail noodles lifted the unemployed starlet's chin, looked at his crimson eyes with a sinister smile, and whispered in his ear like a devil: "Man, this is not enough."

[Fan Wujiu Difu Meng A]: There are intrigues in the world, so that the unemployed star finally sees his heart clearly!Thinking of their cuteness, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips as he typed, "Do you like it? These [-] characters are written for you." The whole hell exploded!

[Underworld Zero Overflow Event]: Husband is so nice!I'll be reincarnated next month, why don't you stop being gay for now, and I'll be your dream love 0 in 18 years, fuck me!

Ning Zhi'an was startled by this comment, thinking when did the underworld become so morally corrupt, he calmed down for a while, and replied realistically:

Don't be like this, you may not be a human being in your next life.

A long series of hahahahaha appeared under this comment, which built a very high floor.

Maybe it's because the amount of updates is so different from the past. Even White got the news and couldn't help looking for it.

It's been a long time since White, a street guy, came to see him for food and drink. Ning Zhi'an actually felt kind when he saw him for the first time: "It's been a long time since I saw you, I miss you a little bit."

White really wanted to give him a hug, but his body floated back two meters in the opposite direction: "I'm okay, I don't care and I'm a little tired, I almost forgot who you are when I get busy."

Ning Zhi'an stood still: "That's it?"

White: "That's it."

"Understood." Ning Zhi'an raised his foot, revealing a thin ankle, the snow-white flesh was being tightly bound by the ecstasy lock: "Can you let go of me first?"

"..." White reluctantly put the ecstasy lock back into his sleeve, still muttering: "Big brother, it's really hard to do ghost work, I always want to die."

Ning Zhi'an kindly reminded: "You are already dead."

"You don't even ask me why?!"

Ning Zhi'an cooperated with him with a good temper: "Why, tell me quickly, I'm so anxious."

White: "Then I can't tell you."

...Now Ning Zhi'an really wants him to die.

White stared at himself for a while with a lot of inner drama, and then looked at Ning Zhian with a strange expression. His expression is very easy to interpret——

Stop pretending, I know you're not doing well.

Ning Zhi'an had a puzzled expression on his face, and he didn't want to talk to him, so he wanted to find Tao Yuan.

"Don't go," White called to him, with a thousand words in his eyes, and finally he only asked a heroic question: "Is everything going well at home recently?"

Ning Zhi'an glanced at him: "You can just say what you have to say, as long as you don't hook my soul, everything is easy to talk about." He guessed what kind of difficulty White had encountered: "Is it because you have no money again?"

White growled in grief and anger: "I'm earning my life now, but I'm not spending my life! I offended that Lord Hades—"

The words stopped abruptly in the middle, but it was obviously too late, and Ning Zhi'an keenly grasped the point: "Who is that?"

White turned and ran.

Ning Zhi'an looked at the background where he fled in a hurry, and calmly counted in his heart, five, four, three -- before it reached one, White floated back to Ning Zhi'an again, and said loudly:

"You forced me to say it!"

…………

Ning Zhi'an rested her chin in her hand, took a bite of the popsicle, and made a brief summary of White's painstaking confession: "

You are so stupid, as a ghost messenger, you can't even recognize Lord Yan, and you even harass his wife, no wonder he wants to wear small shoes for you. "

White was shocked: "Which one of us is better than the other? Do you still think I'm stupid?" ? ?

But the foreshadowing has been finished, he can't reveal more... mainly because he doesn't dare.

"My friend still doesn't know that his boyfriend is a king of Hades, and he feels more stupid than me." White pointed out, especially the last sentence.

Ning Zhian's complexion changed, and he thought of himself very sensitively... He also failed to confess, could it be that Ji Zhaoran is stupid?

He felt that the pain was being poked, and he argued with empathy: "It can't be all blamed on the Hades. The more you care about the person, the more cautious you will be. Because you are worried about gains and losses, you dare not show your cards easily. This is how men cherish and love their partners."

White put on a bloody look.

Ning Zhi'an still thinks it's not enough: "A tough man also has tenderness, you don't understand!"

White fell down on the ground, got up without saying hello, and jumped out of the window in a daze.

He didn't want to stay in this world for a second longer!

As soon as White jumped on his front foot, Tao Yuan pushed open the door and asked strangely, "Who are you talking to? The whole building can hear you shouting Tiehan Tenderness."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ning Zhi'an said nonchalantly, "Practice your lines."

Tao Yuan didn't think too much about entering the group, she hired a makeup artist to put on Ning Zhi'an's makeup, and said casually, "Zou Mo still makes up such lines?"

Ning Zhi'an couldn't bear to frame the idol, and pretended to cough: "I added it on my own initiative."

Tao Yuan's face changed slightly, and she said worriedly: "Why don't you be more careful about writing."

Ning Zhi'an:?

"How did you come up with such an ancient word in the second grade? It sounds disgusting to me."

Ning Zhi'an's words "tough man" were substituted into his own, he twisted his face and wanted to argue, but the makeup artist smiled and held him down.

"Don't get excited, or if there is an extra part of the eyebrow, you will really be painted as a tough man."

After putting on his make-up, Ning Zhian went straight to the promotional site of "Clouds and Cranes". The TV series was about to start broadcasting, and the intensive publicity began. There were huge crowds of fans who came to the scene, and the lights depicting his name lit up one after another. Regular bands of light.

The flashing lights continued one after another, turning into a sea of ​​light and shadow. The host was warming up, and Ning Zhi'an was standing on the steps backstage, his eyes were reddened by such passionate love.

He couldn't believe that this scene belonged to him.

The familiar citrus-scented perfume broke into the nasal cavity, Ning Zhi'an looked sideways, and bumped into Ji Zhaoran's eyes made of thick ink.

Ji Zhaoran came much later than him, but he didn't see the dusty people. When he stepped up the steps, Ji Zhaoran hooked Ning Zhi'an's palm.

Ning Zhi'an grabbed Ji Zhaoran's fingers through the cover of his sleeves, and said in a serious manner: "Teacher Ji, long time no see."

Looking at the dense sea of ​​lights, Ji Zhaoran cooperated and said, "Long time no see, how are you doing?"

Ning Zhi'an: "Not bad."

"..." Zhou Weiyu: "Huh?"

He stopped to catch up with the conversation, and asked the staff next to him with a cigarette in his mouth: "What are these two people doing?"

Do you really think that there are still people who don't know their relationship? ? ?The call to block Chen Hai was made by Assistant Ji Zhaoran himself, so it's self-evident what this means.

"I don't know, who are you talking about?" The assistant director looked around: "I just saw a pair of costumes."

Zhou Weiyu: "Bah!"

This is Ning Zhi'an's first public appearance after the plagiarism turmoil. With such a big topic and traffic, the media inevitably wanted to make a fuss about it, but Ji Zhaoran and Zhou Weiyu blocked it back with both soft and hard tactics.

At the end of the interview, Ning Zhian said generously in the direction of the fans: "I know many people are curious whether I will continue to write, and the answer is yes."

He bowed: "But please don't wait for me, and don't expect too much, share this love with more people who work hard with love."

Prolonged applause and cheers erupted from the fan station.

After the event, Ning Zhi'an came out of the parking lot.He lowered half of the car window, revealing only a pair of clear eyes, and waved excitedly to the fans waiting at the entrance of the hotel: "Everyone, go back quickly and be safe!"

Watching the nanny car slowly merge into the traffic flow, a group of fans discussed in confusion.

"Am I not mistaken? Is there someone next to Ningning?"

"Probably, it seems... is..."

A group of fans looked at each other knowingly.

"It shouldn't be... Didn't Ji Zhaoran's car leave first?!" A voice broke the silence, and suddenly there was a bit of joy.

"...Sister, you are exposed."

"Oh, sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

……

In the wide carriage, Ji Zhaoran squinted at the half of his wrist that was pressing on his side face, and asked calmly, "Can I get up?"

"Wait a minute, they are very vigilant." Ning Zhi'an stared at the rear windshield like a thief.

Ji Zhaoran pressed his face against the other's slippery trousers, but he was not angry, and asked him patiently: "How long do I have to wait?"

Ji Zhaoran was still "recovering" at Ning Zhian's home, so he naturally asked Ning Zhian to go home in the same car after the event.Ning Zhi'an's ears were soft, and she indulged Ji Zhaoran very stupidly.

Ji Zhaoran also kindly reminded the fans to say hello, otherwise they would be very disappointed... But Ji Zhaoran himself did not expect that Ning Zhian would hold his head and press his leg directly.

"Did you find something?" Ning Zhi'an was worried, and couldn't help asking suspiciously, "Why are you smiling so weirdly?"

The car drove 800 meters away, what Ning Zhian could see clearly was nothing more than a guilty conscience and his own imagination.

"Perhaps it's to laugh at you for having an affair, and you haven't hidden your lover yet?" Ji Zhaoran made a guess, and in order to be more believable, he frivolously blew warm air on Ning Zhi'an's palm.

Ning Zhi'an's palms itched, and he let go hastily and flusteredly.A clear palm print was pressed on Ji Zhaoran's white side face... When did his hands get so strong?

Ning Zhi'an felt that he was good or bad, like a scumbag with a violent wife, so he said guiltily: "I'm sorry, but...how about I take your car next time and you hold me instead."

"No need," Ji Zhaoran tidied himself up slowly. "Not suitable."

"Why?" Ning Zhi'an didn't understand.

Ji Zhaoran raised his eyebrows: "You want to know?"

Ning Zhi'an nodded, before he could say something, he saw Ji Zhaoran slowly approaching in the interlaced light, and in the next second a slight tingling pain suddenly came from his ear.

Ji Zhaoran bit him gently, then covered him with warm breath and soft lips.

He clasped Ning Zhian's cheek in the same way, and turned him to the car window. "do you know?"

The feeling of being controlled was a bit strange, Ning Zhi'an couldn't help panting lightly, it was obviously just an intimate movement, but he had the illusion that his throat was being strangled.

Outside the window was the night, and Ji Zhaoran breathed softly in his ear.

"Looking at it from there just now, it looks like I'm giving you a mouth."

The publicity campaign was very successful. Although Ning Zhi'an didn't reveal too many things outside of the crew, the two names of Guang Ji Zhaoran and Ning Zhi'an were enough for the media to use.

Zhou Weiyu was in a very good mood, and sent a big red envelope to Ning Zhi'an via WeChat that night: Go away the bad luck.

Ning Zhi'an quickly accepted it, and in order to show his sincerity, he gave Zhou Weiyu five thank you boss emoticons.

Zhou Weiyu stared at the phone, always feeling that Ning Zhi'an's five thanks to the boss seemed a little detached.

Zhou Weiyu didn't believe in evil, so he transferred a large sum of money to Ning Zhi'an.

Ning Zhi'an: Thank you Director Zhou, I will greet Xiao Ning directly if I have any orders in the future.

That week, Weiyu was not polite: Xiao Ning, do you think there is such a possibility that I burn a sum of paper money for myself every year, and you can keep it for me, and if I have the energy, I can still manage money.When I die, I will return the capital with interest.

Ning Zhi'an pondered for a moment, then said calmly: Then I want to ask White.

Zhou Weiyu: [Transfer] Quickly ask.

Ning Zhi'an took a screenshot of the chat record and forwarded it to White.

White quickly replied: It is theoretically possible, but you have to go to the underworld to open an account before you can receive the money from Director Zhou.

Ning Zhi'an really didn't want to go to the underworld: Is there no other way?

White directly sent a voice: "Grandma, you can ask Director Zhou to burn it to me directly. I am a fair and honest ghost messenger. I will definitely help Director Zhou with financial management, so that he will have no worries after his death!"

Ning Zhi'an thought: Then can I deposit the money with you for Teacher Ji?

White:?

Ning Zhi'an: A man has to take care of everything for his partner. You say how much is too much. I can't let Teacher Ji underestimate me.

White: I'm a shameless errand, and I don't deserve it.

White pretended to be dead after posting, and Ning Zhi'an asked a few more questions without waiting for a reply.

He threw the phone aside a little strangely, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and quickly settled down to get down to business.

Ning Zhi'an wore glasses on the bridge of his nose, and sat upright on the head of the bed. The laptop screen on his lap was slightly bright, and the content was exactly the writing assignment assigned by Zou Mo.

Perhaps because of his love, Ning Zhi'an doesn't think writing is boring and exhausting even when he is an actor, so he writes a few strokes when he has time.

Ning Zhi'an stared at the screen sternly, without any fluctuations in his heart, and frowned from time to time, writing earnestly on the after-viewing impression with dissatisfaction: It's too big, it feels a bit anti-human.

He thought of Ji Zhaoran by analogy...but he couldn't imagine it, he had never seen it before.

The pinna of the ear seemed to be still hot, Ning Zhian squeezed it unnaturally.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped at some point, and the dense water vapor overflowed the bathroom. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Ning Zhian came back to his senses, and said loudly, "Director Zhou sent me a big message—"

In the middle of speaking, Ning Zhi'an swallowed, and there was a clear swallowing sound in the dry and hot air.

Ji Zhaoran had just finished taking a shower, and he was brushing his black hair sideways, with gray pajama pants hanging loosely on his crotch, and the water droplets from the tips of his hair fell down his thin and tough back to his tight and firm waist.

Ning Zhi'an stared at the drop of water that was slowly converging into the mermaid line, his gaze became a little straight.

Ji Zhaoran tossed his forehead hair back, his voice hoarse from the steam: "What happened?"

It's too...too exciting, Ning Zhi'an hastily looked away, staring at the screen full of prohibited words to calm down.

After looking at a car at a glance, Ning Zhi'an calmed down a little. He stared straight at the screen, and said in a slightly too blunt tone: "Red envelope."

As Ji Zhaoran approached, water vapor filled Ning Zhi'an's nose: "How much?"

"Forgot." Ning Zhian said bluntly.

"Forgot?" Ji Zhaoran walked closer, and the residual heat from his skin wrapped around him.

How inappropriate!Ning Zhi'an couldn't help it anymore, and took a second look at the abdominal muscles that were in front of him.

Ji Zhaoran didn't ask any further questions, and while raising his chin to drink water, he casually glanced at the messages sent on his mobile phone.

He suddenly remembered something and asked, "You always wear glasses when you write?"

"That's right," Ning Zhi'an said, "I don't have a prescription, I need to protect my eyes, I'm afraid myopia will affect the filming."

Ji Zhaoran nodded, put down the mineral water, and got on the bed with his knees up: "What are you writing?" He approached: "Let me see."

"..." Ning Zhi'an wanted to close the computer, but it was obviously too late, Ji Zhaoran looked down at the screen, and said softly: "Mr. Ning...writing is so hot?"

The blood rushed to the top of his head, Ning Zhi'an's face was completely red, and he had to bite the bullet and explain: "No, I didn't write this. Teacher Zou Mo said that I didn't write passionate scenes well, let me read more and summarize more. .”

Ji Zhaoran suddenly smiled.

Ning Zhi'an was suffocated, and imagined several meanings of this laughter in his mind, and in the end he was more inclined to laugh at it.

Ning Zhi'an: "It's not very bad. In fact, what I wrote is already very exciting. But Mr. Zou Mo has high expectations of me and can't tolerate any flaws, so he is stricter, understand?"

"Understood," Ji Zhaoran turned his gaze, and landed on the summary of experience on the split screen:

"This is not a passion scene, this is obscene pornography, this is not allowed."

"Kiss, just kiss, why do you have to draw? I don't blush, I'm just ashamed for you!"

"No way, no way, no one really thinks they can do it seven times a night for three consecutive days, right?"

"Don't pretend, eat some kidney treasure when you're tired, it's not ashamed."

"It's too big, it feels a bit anti-human."

Ji Zhaoran read it word by word, Ning Zhian was so ashamed that she wanted to slam her head on the screen to death!