I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an coughed dryly: "Let's end here for today."

Ji Zhaoran teased him, knowingly asked: "Little scholar is so sensible, he treats Xiaohong as his family, so he must be more tolerant to those close to him?"

Ning Zhi'an was praised face to face, her ears turned red with guilt and embarrassment.His black and clear pupils pretended to cast a casual glance out of the window.Facing the curtain, he said ashamedly: "The little scholar should do better."

Xiaohong: "Hmph!"

Ning Zhi'an couldn't respond directly, so he pretended he hadn't heard of it, and after yawning decently, he said to Ji Zhaoran sleepily: "I'm so sleepy, let's go to sleep."

……

At night, Ning Zhi'an slowly opened his eyes in the dark, and he rigorously stretched out a finger to make sure that the person next to him was breathing steadily.

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

Thinking that she had seamlessly determined that the other party was sleeping soundly, Ning Zhi'an sneaked out of the bed, then tiptoed, and walked out of the bedroom gently like a cat.

On the balcony of the living room, Xiaohong stared at him resentfully from the window, but she did not hesitate to wipe the glass with her hands.

"I'm not here, doesn't he even clean the windows for you?"

Xiaohong and Ning Zhi'an talked through the window: "There is no spotless window, how can you overlook the night view of the city when you are tired of typing?"

Ning Zhi'an avoided answering: "I sent you an article, take the time to read it."

Xiaohong thought that Ning Zhian was planning a new article, so she happily took out her phone——

"Those free-range children, what happened in the end..."

The empty living room was suddenly filled with a gloomy wind, and the thick resentment was like a hazy fog. Xiaohong's long hair suddenly bloomed in the gloomy wind, and it was getting longer and longer.

"I want a family!" Xiaohong said loudly in this terrifying scene.

She made so much noise that even the sleeping sheep sat up in fright, and fell asleep at ease when they saw it was Xiaohong.

Ning Zhi'an hurriedly opened the window to ventilate, in an attempt to dilute the excessively high concentration of Yin Qi: "Put it away quickly, don't scare Ji Zhaoran!"

It was the first time Xiaohong saw the windows open for ventilation after so many years of death, she was taken aback by him, but she really didn't play tricks anymore.

The living room was clear again, Ning Zhi'an and Xiao Hong sat side by side on the balcony.

Ning Zhi'an sat obediently with her knees hugged, listening to Xiao Hong crying and complaining, saying that she lived in the open, hungry and cold, and missed Ning Zhi'an every day, wondering if Ning Zhi'an was the same.

"I saw the Moments you posted. You went to the island for vacation. Copywriting is a happy day." Ning Zhi'an looked at her sideways: "I even liked you, didn't you see it?"

Xiaohong: "...I forced a smile on my face!"

Ning Zhi'an: "You are still reselling my manuscripts in Moments, one for a Birkin bag."

Xiaohong: "I'll help you realize invalid assets!"

Ning Zhi'an: "You are still in the circle of friends..."

"It's so vengeful, little writer," Xiaohong was so excited that her face was deformed, she fixed her facial features and said angrily, "I'm blocking you right now!"

After shielding Ning Zhi'an face to face, Xiao Hong repeated her old tricks, crying more and more sadly, and finally sobbed with real emotion: "Even if Ji Zhaoran wants to destroy flowers with his hands, I will not leave this house."

Ning Zhi'an: "He didn't do it on purpose,"

"I won't listen." Xiaohong rebelled like an unfilial son in adolescence.

"The next day I went to the beach, I caught a typhoon. The boat capsized when I went out to sea. I can't swim...and I was tricked by the local scammers into taking away my platinum bag. Huh...the outside world is so good Cruel, I want a family."

"How could it be like this..." Ning Zhi'an sniffed, and almost cried with Xiao Hong.

When she returned to the bedroom and lay softly beside Ji Zhaoran, Ning Zhi'an felt sad with some sympathy.

He scratched the corner of Ji Zhaoran's mouth, and using Duke Zhou as a cover-up, he said in a low voice, "Ji Zhaoran, Xiaohong failed to be released from life and has to be re-homed."

When Xiaohong came back, the already crowded two-bedroom apartment seemed not enough.Ji Zhaoran refused to stay alone in the vacant room, and Ning Zhi'an was too embarrassed to let him be wronged and squeezed into the two-bedroom with her.

Ever since she learned about Ji Zhaoran's house from the real estate agency, Ning Zhi'an has deeply felt the huge gap between rich and poor.

Within a few days, Ning Zhi'an discussed with Ji Zhaoran about moving there temporarily.

But it was not Ning Zhian's house after all, he couldn't let Xiaohong and Yangyang go with him without Ji Zhaoran's knowledge, so they stayed here temporarily.

On the day of moving, Ning Zhi'an's assistant Xiao Zhou came to help pack. He actually didn't have many things, but Ji Zhaoran lived a fastidious life. careful.

When he saw the antique brooch and brand-new Patek Philippe in the big iron basin that Ning Zhi'an used to burn paper, the instant distortion on Xiao Zhou's face was exactly the same as that of Shen Luoze a few days ago.

Ning Zhi'an caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and reminded softly: "Help me install this iron basin, it will be useful to me."

Xiao Zhou: "..." He has lived for so long, but he has never seen Patek Philippe suffer this kind of grievance!

On the other side, Xiaohong is also packing things in full swing.

Most of Yangyang and Xiaohong's things were burnt to them by Ning Zhi'an, the living can't see them, and the dead can use them.

Xiao Zhou was busy packing, Xiao Hong coveted Ning Zhi'an's assistant for a long time, and her strange desire to win came to the fore. Timed next to it.

Ning Zhi'an: ...

What is there to try, I will take it apart later!

Xiao Hong was far ahead, and after the victory was clear, she happily unpacked the package and put everything back in its original place: "It seems that I am still suitable to be your assistant."

Ning Zhi'an: "Yeah."

Tired of tossing and tossing, she sat down on the sofa, and said suddenly: "Suddenly I feel like you are keeping me as a concubine."

"..." Ning Zhi'an took advantage of the chaos to chat with Xiaohong seriously: "I'm not here, don't scare the neighbors."

"Don't worry," Xiaohong felt terrified now, and was going to stay in the house for a while: "I won't go out again in a short time!"

When Ji Zhaoran came to pick up Ning Zhi'an, Xiao Zhou had already finished packing, and the large and small packages were piled up in the living room.

Ji Zhaoran took a glance, and saw that Yangyang's balls, dolls and little headbands were all left intact in the toy corner, and it seemed that he had no intention of moving them away.

"Is everything cleaned up?" Ji Zhaoran asked nonchalantly.

"Well, I have collected everything I can use."

"Don't you want to bring anything else?"

Ning Zhi'an looked around in a daze: "It seems...it's gone."

Ji Zhaoran didn't ask any more questions, and looked at Yangyang calmly, then said, "I'll go inside and have a look."

Yangyang observed the environment vigilantly, and sneaked into Ji Zhaoran's room after a while.

With the door closed, Ji Zhaoran knelt down and pinched the little Jiujiu on her head: "Your dad won't take you?"

Yangyang nodded, afraid that his stepmother would be sad about the parting, so he patted him on the shoulder, indicating that they still have many opportunities to meet in the future.

"I'll give you a gift later." Ji Zhaoran rolled his eyes loosely, and smiled at her: "I'll give you a gift if you don't call me dad."

In the living room, Ning Zhi'an pretended to lie on the balcony to watch the scenery, but actually had a cryptic conversation with Xiaohong.

Thinking of Xiaohong's recent injury, he said very loyally: "Don't be sad, I'll burn you a few platinum bags later."

Xiaohong glanced at him contemptuously: "I traded your manuscript for a real platinum bag that was burned to the underworld, not a piece of paper made of paper."

Ning Zhi'an's stalk, did she really burn it? ? ?

His heart ached so badly that he couldn't believe it: "It's so expensive, yet you were tricked away by a ghost!?"

"That liar is too clever!"

Xiaohong was angry and guilty, after all, it was Ning Zhian's manuscript, so she forcibly held back her respect.

"And it's a gang committing crimes, I can't guard against it!"

Ning Zhi'an: "Damn it!"

Ji Zhaoran sent people to arrive quickly, and moved the package away in an orderly manner, and Ning Zhi'an also left in the same car with Ji Zhaoran.

Xiaohong lay side by side with Yangyang on the balcony, watching Ning Zhian quietly wave goodbye to them.

Today was a sad day for Xiaohong that could be recorded in history. She covered her mouth and wanted to cry again: "Da Da was kidnapped by a bad man, and my bag was also cheated by a dog..."

Yangyang wanted to comfort her, so he opened his mouth habitually, and issued a vague syllable from his throat: "Don't..."

Halfway through the conversation, the two ghosts froze at the same time.

Xiaohong was the first to react, pinching her shoulder excitedly: "Yangyang! Did you say something just now?"

Is this a gift from stepmother?

Sheep touched her throat blankly, hesitated and struggled for a moment, then summoned up her courage, and tried to speak again.

Yangyang finally uttered the first complete syllable in his life.

"stepmother……"

Xiaohong: "Huh?"

On the way, Ning Zhi'an asked curiously, "Where are we going to move now?"

Gao Gao, the assistant who was driving, pushed his glasses deeply.

Ji Zhaoran explained that he was very particular about choosing a place of residence: it should not be too large, which would cause a sense of distance; it should not be too small, and at least two vacant rooms should be left.

Gao Gao complained in his heart at the time: You have left two vacant rooms, it is hard not to feel a sense of distance, right?

He replied in a businesslike manner: "It's not far from your previous residence, so it's more convenient for you."

Ning Zhi'an smiled politely: "Thank you, you took the trouble."

Gao Gao almost burst into tears, the proprietress is so gentle.

Ji Zhaoran's residence is a large flat, one of the best mansions in Beijing. As soon as the car slid to the entrance of the parking lot, Ning Zhi'an said pleasantly: "I've been here before, and Shen Luoze also lives here!" He even went in to help Shen Luoze catch ghosts!

Gao Gao couldn't help taking a sneak peek at Ji Zhaoran through the rearview mirror, and then shuddered all over, the boss is really scary.

Ning Zhi'an didn't notice it, he was still immersed in the joy of his new home and his friend's community, he raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes were shining brightly: "Ji Zhaoran, I like this place."

Ji Zhaoran couldn't help but succumb to these purely smiling eyes.

He opened the car door for Ning Zhi'an in a gentlemanly manner, and then clasped his fingers to take him home.

Ning Zhi'an quickly adapted to the new residence, except for the occasional waking up in the beginning when he felt confused, now he is completely used to it.

Maybe it's because Ji Zhaoran will find Yangyang before he confesses, and Ning Zhi'an's thinking in writing the book is much smoother, and the progress can be called rapid progress.

Finally, it was a few days before Ji Zhaoran's birthday.Ning Zhi'an finished this novel serialized on the Underworld Reading website.

On the day of the end, Ning Zhi'an was so excited that he had nothing to say, so he arrogantly and calmly posted a post in the reader forum.

[It's over, ready to quit online love]

The news of the end was accompanied by this post, which soon caused a sensation in the entire forum.

2L: Huh huh, it's over, my youth is over.

The landlord replied: No accident, your youth should have ended long ago.

10L: You are not allowed to log out of the network, or I will follow the network cable to beg you!

Landlord reply: have something to say.

34L: Yoyo, people who fall in love with movie kings are different, they are not afraid of our cute ghosts anymore!

Landlord replied: Oh.

87L: How come your driving skills have become stronger recently? No way, no way. Does the dignified unemployed starlet rely on the actor to teach his driving skills? ? ?

Landlord Reply: Please be careful with your words.

187L: The number was blocked last time, please resend it, big brother, if you break up with the actor and want to fall in love, come to me at any time, this ghost has a strong body and a considerable size, (he is also a rich man in the underworld) Contact information: 444xxx]

The landlord replied: Why not write the height, it is not more than 180? ? ?

Ning Zhi'an sometimes covered his mouth and sniggered, and sometimes blushed, chatting noisyly with a group of ghosts for more than 1000 floors. Later, he really couldn't reply, Caicai closed the forum in a still unsatisfactory manner.

That night, White visited again.

"Great," White came in through the wall holding a beautifully wrapped gift box: "Congratulations! This is a gift from all our readers in the underworld!"

Ning Zhi'an's heart was sour, when he saw White for the first time, he wanted to pretend to be dizzy, but now he saw White and felt very cordial.

He took the box and said sincerely: "Thank all the readers in the underworld for me. If it weren't for them, I might not have the courage to keep going."

He has fallen too much on the road of writing and has experienced too many ups and downs. Although he resisted the readers from the underworld at the beginning, these ghosts have always supported him unconditionally.

White grinned, and the emotion disappeared as soon as he opened his mouth: "It's okay, we've been whoring you for nothing for a long time."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Seeing that the red marks around Ning Zhian's eyes faded away, White felt relieved, he couldn't bear to cry!

It's rare that today's acquiescence, White said happily: "Daddy, is there anything interesting recently?!"

Nothing interesting, but Ning Zhi'an thought of another thing: "By the way, there is something I don't know if I can ask you for help."

He told the story of Xiaohong being cheated. After all, it is a platinum bag in the underworld, and the price will increase many times in the underworld of inflation!If there is hope, he still wants to help Xiaohong get it back, and catch the liar by the way.

White's eyeballs rolled: "Yes, yes, but big, you have to talk to that person."

"Who?" Ning Zhi settled down and guessed, "Ji Shaoran?"

"right,"

Ning Zhi'an hesitated, "Why?"

White said vaguely: "He is the leader..."

Ning Zhi'an understood that White was having a hard time recently, so he didn't ask him why.After getting a lot of autographed photos from Ning Zhi'an, White left contentedly.

Ji Zhaoran hadn't come back yet, Ning Zhi had nothing to do, so he happily picked up the gift box to watch.

He carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper, and put the wrapping paper away as a souvenir.

The package was torn open, and inside was a long black box, carved with ancient and mysterious patterns, which looked extremely precious.

Ning Zhian opened the box full of expectation, the smile on his face suddenly paused——

It's a rolled pennant.

An ominous premonition haunted his heart, and he spread it out carefully...

On the bright red pennant, Ning Zhi'an looked at the four big golden characters expressionlessly——

Another one!