I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was twilight, Ning Zhi'an was awakened by the message, and opened his eyes lazily.

Uncle Zhou, a boxer in the park, sent a message: Xiao Ning, there will be a city Tai Chi team competition in a few days, will you come to participate?

With the increase of Ning Zhian's popularity, the park he frequented has become a holy place for fans to check in, and even Uncle Zhou, who is most familiar with Ning Zhian, has become a little famous Internet celebrity.

Not wanting to cause commotion and affect the elderly in the park, Ning Zhi'an seldom showed up again, and he didn't practice Tai Chi too often. He was afraid that he would be slowed down, so he told Uncle Zhou:

I will not participate, please send me the time and address, and I will go to watch the game and cheer.

Ning Zhi'an is obliged to use his insignificant influence to promote traditional culture.

Uncle Zhou sent the address happily, and said: There are few people today, so come and call for a while?

today……

Ning Zhi'an rubbed the corners of his reddened eyes, and gave the other party a weeping expression: "It's not convenient today."

After posting, Ning Zhi'an lay down on the bed feeling extremely humiliated, and turned on the laptop in the dimly lit room.

The light on the screen was a bit dazzling, Ning Zhi'an took it easy for a while, and then deleted the last line "It's too big, it feels a bit anti-human".

After staring blankly for a while, he typed a new line slowly:

"I feel that Ji Zhaoran is a bit anti-human."

After Ji Zhaoran finished his morning run, Gao Gao was already standing beside Bentley waiting when he returned to the community.

Gao Gao was carrying breakfast and a bag of medicine, looked at him hesitantly, and held back for a long time before saying: "Brother Ji, why don't you use this kind of medicine."

Ji Zhaoran's forehead was covered with thin sweat, and his black hair and black eyes were covered with water vapor. He glanced sideways at Gao Gao, not wanting to share this kind of private matter, but just in case, he asked: "Isn't this the way to scratch the skin?" ?"

"Yes..." Gao Gao said boldly.

"That's terrible." Ji Zhaoran reached out to take it, and asked him for the car key: "You can take a taxi back, and I'll take Ning Zhian to work later."

"Oh." Gao Gao left without saying a word.

Going downstairs, the little ghost with a shofar braid is watching the ants move by the grass.

Ji Zhaoran knelt down on one knee, pondered for a moment, and said, "Your father may be angry with me."

Yangyang frowned slightly, and stared at him with some distaste——Ning Zhian has such a good temper, what wicked things did this person have to do?

"If he drives me away, you can hug his leg and shake your head...don't hug him too tightly," Ji Zhaoran planned in advance: "You have to grasp the scale, do you understand?"

Yangyang nodded maturely, and patted Ji Zhaoran on the shoulder again, hoping that the stepmother would be more sensible and not make father unhappy all the time.

"He's still quite happy...but not completely happy," Ji Zhaoran said profoundly, "You don't understand."

It's really hard to understand the world of adults. Yang Yang began to miss Xiao Hong, but as if she had noticed something, she suddenly exuded a gloomy and ruthless aura.

She bared her sharp teeth, turned her head sharply, and looked into the distance.

"Children don't care so much," Ji Zhaoran didn't lift his eyes, patted the little Jiujiu on her head, and stood up unhurriedly: "Let's go, go home."

In the private car not far away, the paparazzi couldn’t hide their excitement and recorded the video. God knows how exciting the things captured today are:

Ji Zhaoran went back to Ningzhi'an community after running in the morning, and was still talking to himself at the door of the unit, as if he saw something, no matter what the facts were, whether the content was sent out or a hush money was paid, it would be enough for him to eat and drink for the rest of his life up.

Watching Ji Zhaoran turn into the building door, the paparazzi flipped through the camera excitedly, wanting to review the video, but his complexion changed drastically——

There was nothing in the memory!

He fiddled with the camera in a hurry, and after a while, he couldn't even turn on the camera!

When Ji Zhaoran came back, Ning Zhi'an was sitting in the living room typing on the keyboard.

In the gossip forum of "Meng Po Tang Literature Network", even though there were black posts about Ji Zhaoran, he liked them all over.

He didn't notice that his ID was a pseudonym, so he posted black posts in retaliation for a while and then went offline.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ning Zhi'an folded his arms and turned his seat towards the door with a straight face, as if he wanted to settle accounts with Qiuhou. "season--

The door opened, one big and one small entered the room at the same time, Ning Zhi'an was so startled that he almost fell off the chair.

"Where did you go early in the morning?" He asked in a soft voice, and all the anger in his body disappeared.

One person and one ghost looked at him at the same time, their movements surprisingly synchronized.

Ning Zhi'an looked at the entrance in surprise, he didn't know this was the situation, but he didn't dare to act rashly because he was afraid of revealing his secrets.

Fortunately, the young one was very sensible and shook his head at him to stabilize the morale of the army.

The older one changed his shoes as if no one was there, and walked in with two bags.

Ning Zhi'an breathed a sigh of relief, forgetting that she was about to lose her temper, she wanted to stand up and see what Ji Zhaoran took. "hiss……"

"Don't move," Ji Zhaoran stopped him, originally wanted to take him away, but was afraid of tarnishing the image of Ning Zhi'an's majestic old father.

Not wanting to annoy him anymore, Ji Zhaoran directly pulled the swivel chair and led him back to the bedroom.

Sheep:?

Ning Zhi'an:?

The door closed, Ning Zhi'an hooked Ji Zhaoran's neck, and sat on the side of the bed in a daze: "What...what are you doing?"

"Apply some medicine," Ji Zhaoran unwrapped the ointment package: "Do you take it off or should I take it off?"

"It can't be." Ning Zhi'an hugged his knees to guard against him: "What a big deal, I'm not so delicate."

The trousers were taken off, and the most delicate piece of skin on the leg was scratched a little, it was not serious, but the place where Bai Shengsheng suddenly turned red, looked even more imaginative.

Ji Zhaoran lowered his eyes and his voice was a little hoarse. "Don't be squeamish, you're skinny."

Ning Zhi'an got angry and kicked him lightly: "Then shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

Last night when he closed the computer, his mind was filled with Ji Zhaoran's incomprehensible tone when he read his observations. Ning Zhi'an felt ashamed and indignant, and tried to reason with Ji Zhaoran, but Ji Zhaoran was obviously an unreasonable person. Kiss him on the head.

Ning Zhi'an reacted, staring at the tight waist and abdominal muscles, dizzy was pulled out by Ji Zhaoran.

Watching Ji Zhaoran wipe himself slowly, Ning Zhi'an obsessively said the sentence that Lan Fen regretted the most last night.

As soon as I saw him, I regretted——

He seemed to know where Ji Zhaoran's subtle tone came from when he read his reflections.

Ning Zhi'an struggled to hold it, clumsy and unfamiliar, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he urged him in a low voice: Ji Zhaoran, can you hurry up?

Ji Zhaoran panted and asked: Are you sure?

Ning Zhi'an didn't dare to look at him, so he hummed softly, and then his legs were folded together, fearing that the sound insulation would not be good, he buried his head in the pillow and dared not make a sound.

Being bitten on purpose, Ning Zhi'an was so angry that she turned around and scolded him with red eyes: Ji Zhaoran, are you a pervert.

The more you scold him, the more out of control you get, and the more you use names and surnames, the worse.

Ning Zhi'an was a little scared, but instinctively wanted to cling to him; she was a little hurt from being burned, but she was led by Ji Zhaoran to fall into a turbulent passion again.

Thinking of those unshakable hands, Ning Zhian kicked him again angrily: "I won't be polite to you anymore."

Ning Zhi'an's white and slender ankles also had a little mark, which was pinched by Ji Zhaoran. Last night, those clean and white feet dangled in front of his eyes, and when he couldn't bear it, his toes curled up, more honest than himself.

Ji Zhaoran looked away: "Ancestor, you shouldn't be polite to me."

He didn't like to hear "you" from Ning Zhian's mouth, but Ning Zhian got used to it, so Ji Zhaoran didn't bother to ask him to change it.

Ji Zhaoran has an extraordinary desire to possess and control Ning Zhian. Ning Zhian will be jealous when he is intimate with others, he will covet Ning Zhian when he acts like a baby, and even Ning Zhian will care if he is stranger than others ——

It was to the extent that Ning Zhi'an would call out "jealous woman!" after knowing it.

But he is also willing to swallow his hostility for Ning Zhi'an, just let him be happy.

After applying the medicine, most of the soreness was relieved, Ning Zhi'an took an inch forward: "Xiao Ji?"

"Okay." Ji Zhaoran smiled, dressed him neatly, and slowly unbuttoned the first button of his collar: "Call again and listen."

Ning Zhi'an was shocked, grabbed his collar tightly, and sat on the swivel chair resolutely: "Brother Ji, push me out quickly."

Gao Gao prepared a hearty breakfast, and Ning Zhi'an was really hungry after being tortured for most of the night, so he ate for a long time in silence.

With a full stomach, Ning Zhi'an thought of something serious: "By the way, I would like to invite Director Zhou, Teacher Zou and Shen Luoze to have a meal together."

When Ning Zhi'an was hacked, they were all ready to stand up and help immediately. If Ji Zhaoran hadn't stopped them, the 8 walnuts might have to sign several spokespersons at once.

The first two Ji Zhaoran had no objection: "Shen Luoze is going too?"

"That's right," Ning Zhi'an said, "He has received the most scolding for me."

Ji Zhaoran looked at those eyes that were still red, and did not raise any objection in a sensible manner.

Yangyang was quietly playing hide-and-seek with the pennant in the toy corner. Ning Zhian caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye, and suddenly cleared her throat, and said after deliberation: "It seems that you have recovered from the concussion."

What happened last night reminded Ning Zhi'an.

Although Ning Zhi'an wanted Ji Zhaoran to stay so that he could choose to confess gradually, but his family was too small, and he was afraid that Ji Zhaoran would do something unfavorable to the mental health of young people in front of Yang Yang without his knowledge.

Ji Zhaoran paused with the hand holding the coffee, and slowly put down the cup. "Sometimes my head still hurts."

Ning Zhi'an looked at him with picky eyes, her attitude was self-evident.

"I think it's better for us to live separately for the time being. After all, we have special identities, so living together like this is really dangerous." Ning Zhi'an thought for a long time, and only this reason is the most secure: "In case we are photographed——

Before he finished speaking, his calf was suddenly embraced by cold arms, Ning Zhi'an stiffened and lowered his eyes, while his adopted daughter was shaking her head with tears in her eyes.

The sheep and sheep came prepared, and a stick figure was placed on the ground.

The family of three enjoyed themselves happily, and the little girl in the painting sat on the shoulders of a taller man, smiling happily.

"I will deal with it if it is photographed. Even if someone knows, this matter will not appear on the public platform. If you don't want to make it public, no one will make a fuss about it."

Ji Zhaoran took a sip of coffee as if nothing had happened: "It's better for me to live here, what do you think?"

The arms on the calf were getting tighter and tighter, and Ning Zhi An Xin almost raised it to her throat. After a long while, she said dryly: "Okay."

While Ji Zhaoran was taking a shower, Ning Zhi'an sneaked up to Yang Yang's side: "Last night...did you sleep well?"

Sheep nodded because she didn't know.

For some reason, she slept very soundly last night and had a good dream, so she was a little reluctant to get up.

Ning Zhi'an felt relieved, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and whispered to Yang Yang: "I feel that I will be able to take care of uncle soon."

Yang Yang bowed to him with admiration.

Ning Zhi'an had a phone call with Shen Luoze and the others, and they quickly set up a meeting time.

They are all Ning Zhian's relatives and friends, compared to the glamorous wine clubs in the entertainment industry, this gathering is much simpler and more casual.

Zhou Weiyu came here wearing slippers, Zou Mo was still polite, Shen Luoze was dressed up in fancy clothes, and the color of his clothes was more colorful than his parrot.

It was rare to relax, Zhou Weiyu ordered three bottles of liquor in one go.The scene of getting drunk and messing with a group of ghosts last time is vivid in my memory, the price was too heavy, Ning Zhi'an didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he ordered a bottle of beer cowardly.

For the first cup, Ning Zhi'an respected them. Before meeting a few people, Ning Zhi'an didn't have any good friends in the circle. Ning Zhian was grateful from the bottom of her heart.

Ning Zhi'an held the beer and said very generously: "Everyone eat and drink well, please don't be polite to me, Mr. Ji will pay for tonight's consumption."

Holding up the wine, Zhou Weiyu said, "The future wealth depends on Xiao Ning."

Shen Luoze drank it down in one gulp: "I feel like I've taken advantage of it, but I won't tell you the specifics, I understand everything."

Zou Mo looked at the couple sitting shoulder to shoulder, and slowly stroked his wine glass: "It's true."

"cough……"

Ning Zhi'an didn't bring it up in one breath, and almost choked on the wine.

Ji Zhaoran seemed much more stable, he didn't say anything wild, and he didn't ask what these people were talking about, he drank a glass of wine without saying a word.

Pushing glasses on the table, Shen Luoze was as busy as a butterfly. At one moment, he hinted that his acting skills were reliable, and the directors he had worked with were full of praise; at another moment, he said that he was super dedicated in the crew and would never bring his own screenwriter.

Ning Zhi'an's drinking capacity is really astonishing, and after a few sips, his eyes are a little dazed, he doesn't even know when Ji Zhaoran will leave the banquet, his mind is full of Shen Luoze's dedication to his job, which makes him feel ashamed.

Ji Zhaoran leaned on the porch, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, just as the thin white smoke rose, Zhou Weiyu walked over.

Putting on a cigarette, Zhou Weiyu arched his shoulders: "What's going on with you, people outside guess that you are going to quit the circle."

Except for accompanying Ning Zhi'an to participate in the promotional scene of "The Clouds and Cranes", Ji Zhaoran didn't move at all. He is used to being arrogant, he shoots whenever he wants, and when he doesn't want to shoot, no one can do anything to him.

But this time is a bit different, apart from not accepting any more dramas, Ji Zhaoran doesn't even renew his previous business cooperation contract, which can't help but lead to speculation.

"It's not that serious," Ji Zhaoran said lightly, "Let's talk about it after the next film."

What's the next one? Zhou Weiyu knows, Zou Mo's script, Ji Zhaoran's supporting role for Ning Zhi'an.

But what does it mean to talk about the next film after filming, Zhou Weiyu was shocked: "I'm stupid, you really want to retire for love?!" This is a great loss for the film and television industry, and it is also a great news for the entertainment industry.

Falling in love in the entertainment industry is a very troublesome thing, the media is stalking, fans are not giving in to each other, couples of the opposite sex need to cover up, let alone the same sex who are already in a gray area.

Ji Zhaoran flicked the cigarette, and the ash fell: "Why do you think I want to act?"

Zhou Weiyu: "How would I know?"

At the beginning when the noble young master wanted to become an actor, everyone in the circle thought it was just a whim. They estimated that he would not be able to bear the hardships after a long time, and went back to inherit the family property. No one thought that he had actually acted for so many years. play.

Ji Zhaoran smiled: "I didn't know before why I wanted to be an actor and experience different lives in one drama after another. Now I know."

It wasn't until a few days ago that he realized why he was obsessed with experiencing life's vicissitudes.

Zhou Weiyu pretended to be listening attentively, but after waiting for a long time, he realized that Ji Zhaoran didn't intend to tell him the reason. After a long while, he said awkwardly, "Oh."

"So," Ji Zhaoran raised his head, and slowly exhaled soft white mist: "Acting is meaningless to me."

Zhou Weiyu sighed, and felt that his family had a great career, and he could go home neatly and hug his wife if he didn't want to take pictures.

But after thinking about it, Ning Zhi'an is also a person of great status in the underworld.

So what if Ji Zhaoran is rich, he can only be regarded as a son-in-law in the underworld! !

"It's okay if you don't shoot."

Zhou Weiyu's expression is very strange, with jealousy and envy, and a bit of meaning: "You marry into the Ning family, and your luck is yet to come."

Ji Zhaoran lingered on the porch for a while before returning to the private room. Ning Zhi'an could not drink well, but the wine was good. He sat obediently and docilely. Seeing Ji Zhaoran coming back, he frowned and asked, "Where did you go?"

"Smoked a cigarette." Ji Zhaoran sat down, and Ning Zhian hugged his arm and sniffed like a puppy: "I'll smell it."

Shen Luoze drank too much and said loudly: "Ning Zhi'an, isn't this a blessing to share!?"

Ning Zhi'an stared at him and wanted to scold him, but when he turned his gaze, he saw Zou Mo calmly typing on the screen with his mobile phone, occasionally casting a glance in his direction.

Ning Zhi'an instantly understood his movements, and said with a big tongue: "Teacher Zou Mo, actually I... I have some experience recently."

In the next second, his mouth was covered by someone, and he could only make an angry "woo hoo".

Ji Zhaoran took the drunk to preside over the overall situation, and "politely" sent several people back to the car.

On the way home, Ning Zhi'an leaned against Ji Zhaoran and fell asleep.

The carriage was dim, and Ji Zhaoran's mobile phone cast a bright light, which made his face pale and calm, but also cold.

Ning Zhi'an leaned over and asked curiously: "Ji Zhaoran, what are you looking at?"

Ji Zhaoran: "You want to know?"

If Ning Zhi'an was awake, he would realize that every time Ji Zhaoran asked rhetorically, it meant that he was in danger, but his brain was soaked in alcohol, and he already felt that he was in a trance.

"Of course I want to see it!" Ning Zhi'an nodded vigorously.

For some reason, Ji Zhaoran actually asked him to take the phone away.

Ning Zhi'an was very familiar with the content on the screen. Not long ago, he personally contributed to the activity of the forum.

The homepage of the forum is very lively, with new posts and old posts contending with each other.

[Suspected love change! ! !The unemployed starlet is angry with the actor's black post, and the yin and yang relationship may come to naught! 】

[The unemployed little star's car drives so badly, isn't the film king no good? 】

【Report! ! !The unemployed starlet got up in the morning and upvoted the actor's bad post! 】

【Actor, I really think highly of you! 】

【I'm starting to feel pity for Da Da, he's so young... hey! 】

Ji Zhaoran was very close to him, and asked unclearly: "See clearly?"

"Yeah." Ning Zhi'an nodded, and obediently returned the phone to Ji Zhaoran.

Ji Zhaoran's pupils were pitch black, and he looked sideways at him with a smile.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Ning Zhi'an thought hard for a while, and then stuck it to Ji Zhaoran's ear.

He whispered in the tone of exchanging secrets: "I upvoted these posts."