I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ji Zhaoran was really convinced.

In the few years when he first entered the circle, there were always female celebrities showing affection to him, from euphemistic hints to knocking on the door late at night and so on. At that time, Ji Zhaoran was young and energetic, and he was not afraid of offending others, so he refused all of them with a cold face. .

This story spread out for some reason, and it caused a lot of discussion in the circle. Some people scolded him for being too crazy, some said he was really temperamental, and some people were jealous that he always had beautiful women in his arms. It was true that no female celebrity knocked on his door for a period of time.

After finally cleaning up for a while, I don’t know which little clever ghost suddenly concluded——

oh!Ji Zhaoran said that there is no type he likes among female stars, but maybe male stars can give it a try!

Then Ji Zhaoran was taught a lesson, the person who knocked on the door changed from a female celebrity to a male celebrity.

He had heard countless reasons for knocking on the door, and said countless times of rejection, but none of them was as troublesome as the current thing.

The light from the corridor fell on Ji Zhaoran's face, and the outline became deeper and more beautiful. He slowly repeated Ning Zhi'an's words, and smiled: "You are a little homesick, you think of your father when you see me."

Ning Zhi'an shed a little tears because of being scared just now, her beautiful eyes filled with a clear watery light.Hearing Ji Zhaoran repeat his reason, he nodded honestly.

Ning Zhi'an: "Yeah! Father's love is like a mountain!"

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

Ji Zhaoran: "Did you drink secretly again just now?" Although it was a question, it was in an affirmative tone.

Ning Zhi'an: "I didn't!"

Seeing Ning Zhi'an's honest and innocent appearance, Ji Zhaoran suddenly felt tired.

There was a gust of night wind blowing in the corridor, Ning Zhi'an was only wearing thin pajamas, so he inevitably felt a little cold, he rubbed the tip of his red nose, his soft black hair hung down on his brow bone, his whole person looked more and more pitiful.

Ning Zhi'an raised her eyes, blinked her thick and slender eyelashes, and looked at Ji Zhaoran eagerly.

Ji Zhaoran suddenly had a weird premonition that if he didn't agree with him coming in, this little thing could say something even more irritating next time.

Ji Zhaoran admitted: "Come in."

Ning Zhi'an breathed a sigh of relief, obediently got into the room, and closed the door very actively.

Feeling that she had firmly blocked the ghost downstairs, Ning Zhi'an hummed in a low voice contentedly.

Ji Zhaoran: ...

He became famous when he was young, and he spent more time in the crew than at home. He had seen too many people sneak into other people's rooms late at night, and it was self-evident what would happen inside.

Ji Zhaoran really has nothing to do with him.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but after Ning Zhi'an felt Ji Zhaoran's room, the feeling of chills on his back gradually subsided.

The room was very hot, Ji Zhaoran had just taken a shower, and the dense water vapor mixed with the smell of shower gel strongly invaded Ning Zhian's nasal cavity.The shower gel smelled very good, but Ning Zhi'an couldn't tell the specific smell, he only felt that it was very aggressive, like being wrapped in the floating and deep sea.

Thinking of his ulterior motives, Ning Zhi'an sniffed and praised, "Teacher Ji, you smell so sweet."

Ji Zhaoran wants him to shut up quickly.

He picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and stuffed it to Ning Zhi'an: "Drink more water." Use mineral water to dilute the water in his mind.

Ning Zhi'an felt that if he wanted to depend on others, he had to be obedient.Hearing this, he tilted his head obediently, gulped down, and his beautiful Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Ji Zhaoran's gaze slowly moved away from the boy's slender and fair neck: "...I didn't let you drink it all in one gulp."

Ning Zhi'an then stopped again, stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the water stains on his lips, and looked at Ji Zhaoran quietly. "Oh! Then you can tell me in advance next time."

With this look, it seems that no matter what request Ji Zhaoran puts forward, whether it is unreasonable or out of line, he will follow through.

Ji Zhaoran was given a headache by Ning Zhian's heartless appearance.

He carried Ning Zhi'an to the sofa, turned on the TV, and tuned to the children's channel.

The noisy Xi Yang and Big Big Wolf popping up on the screen made Ji Zhaoran's heart calm down a lot.

Ji Zhaoran pinched Ning Zhian's face and turned to the screen.

There was a delicate and soft touch from the fingertips, Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on the shallow fingerprints on Ning Zhi'an's face, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You watch TV honestly here, I'll go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. "

Fearing that Ning Zhi's Anyang would be violated by Yin and Yin, Ji Zhaoran added: "I'll come back later, and I'll spot check you, what did this sheep do just now?"

So Ning Zhi'an sat upright, hugging the pillow on the sofa, staring at the screen intently with his dark eyes.

As the balcony door opened and closed, a weak cold wind poured in.

The room became quiet, with a faint smell of male hormones, and the smell of Ji Zhaoran's shower gel lingered for a long time.

Ning Zhi'an felt that today was too exciting and dangerous, but luckily she was smart enough to run to Ji Zhaoran's room, but those ghosts did not follow.

He was terribly frightened by the ghost downstairs just now, but now that he was in a safe place, he suddenly became a little slack and drowsy.

But thinking of the task Ji Zhaoran entrusted to him, Ning Zhi'an cheered up again, and stared at the TV intently.

He must behave well and satisfy Teacher Ji, so that he can be taken in for a longer period of time!

……

Ji Zhaoran leaned against the balcony lazily, smoking a cigarette for a long time, the scarlet end of the cigarette flickered in the lingering smoke.

The cold wind and the smell of mint tobacco poured into his lungs, looking at the dark night, Ji Zhaoran suddenly let out a soft snort.

Just now, he thought wrongly because of what a little drunk said.

Ji Zhaoran stubbed out the cigarette, and when he walked in from the balcony, Ning Zhi'an had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Ji Zhaoran looked at him condescendingly.

A very peaceful sleeping face, with long eyelashes hanging quietly on the lower eyelid, because he fell asleep with his head on his side, half of his face was sunk in the shadows.

It seemed that he was not sleeping well, and the boy whispered in his sleep: "Mr. Ji, don't drive me away, I'm afraid..."

Ning Zhi'an was still holding the phone tightly in his hand, Ji Zhaoran pinched his wrist, gently peeled off the boy's slender white fingers, and took out the phone from his hand.

The phone lights up when you touch it, and there is a memo on the screen, densely written on it:

That sheep went to class, it studied well, ate grass, was boiled in a pot by the big bad wolf, and ran away again, it is so smart...

Ji Zhaoran lowered his eyes and pressed the screen to turn off, a soft emotion suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The small sofa is very close to the window sill, so it is easy to catch cold at night, Ji Zhaoran rolled up his sleeves, and was about to move him to the bed, when he heard him continue to moan.

"Don't chase me away, can't I call you dad..."

Downstairs, a few ghosts with the earliest number of ghosts formed a negotiating delegation. At the corner of the corridor, a sneaky nest formed a group, and witnessed the whole process of Ning Zhi'an getting into Ji Zhaoran's room.

He also saw the scene where Ning Zhian locked the door on his own initiative.

Several ghosts were startled, one of them lost his footing and took a few steps back, just bumped into other ghosts, and the ghosts rolled down the corridor together chattering.

A few ghosts came up proudly, and returned downstairs in disgrace.

The ghost downstairs was shocked: "He...is he so nostalgic? He even beat you!?

"……nor."

"Then why are your noses and faces swollen?"

A few ghosts evaded the situation and said lightly: "He is not in his own room, he has slipped into the actor's room opposite."

……hiss.

All the ghosts downstairs gasped.

The entertainment industry in Yangjian is really exciting...

Seeing their reaction, the ghosts were too embarrassed to say anything.

The little star...he still plays that kind of shameful cosplay, calling that man Dad!

The hanged ghost was furious: "Why is he so rebellious! I said that man is dangerous, but he rolled into the same room with that man!"

The other ghosts squatted together and chattered, and gradually, the ghosts downstairs were divided into two camps.

One kind thinks that the little star is still young, and it is time to start a career. At this time, there is a man who is not good for writing articles in the underworld, or becoming famous in the underworld: "He is young, and he was deceived by that bad guy. what to do?"

One kind thinks that Xiaoxing is a mature adult. Although the announcement he posted on the website this time is too rebellious, everyone can't interfere with his private life: "And Xiaoxing's car skills are pretty bad. If you really fall in love , maybe I can improve my writing skills."

Gumantong was lying on the table, copying ancient poems while showing a confused expression.

The female ghost with glasses knocked on the table with a branch: "Don't look around, write yours, look at what you wrote, it's really the worst student I've ever taught!"

Gumantong was so angry that the pen tip directly pierced the paper.

He hates the world.

The ghosts downstairs somewhat forgot the original intention of this trip, and started a long and profuse debate, squabbling with each other, and organized a canvassing meeting, trying to figure out which side will win the final victory.

The debate continued until the early morning, and the two groups of ghosts were still arguing, and neither of them convinced the other.

Ning Zhi'an slept soundly that night, he closed his eyes lazily, and rubbed the pillow lightly in satisfaction.

……

Then something feels wrong.

The fabric touched by the fingertips is cool, slippery and soft, and Ning Zhi'an can say with certainty just by touching it lightly.

It was bedding he couldn't afford.

Ning Zhian suddenly opened his eyes.

The layout is similar to his room, but the details are extremely elegant, which shows that the identity of the owner is extraordinary.

Ning Zhi'an rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly.

What came into view was an ID card on the bedside table. There was a cold and handsome face on the identity photo. The photo should have been taken a few years ago. The face in the photo was a little more youthful and uninhibited than it is now, but it was also more mature. High spirits.

Why did Teacher Ji put his ID card on the bedside table? Ning Zhian thought vaguely, I know he is 33 years old...

Before he had time to think about anything else, a low voice suddenly sounded from the sofa.

"woke up?"

Ning Zhi'an raised a lock of hair on the top of her head, and stared blankly.

Compared with Ning Zhi'an's slovenly appearance in pajamas, Ji Zhaoran's dress is exquisite and attentive.The black custom-made shirt has a thin waistline, restrained and precious tone, and the gilt cuffs at the cuffs are full of dark light.

Ji Zhaoran's chin is smooth and clean, his eyebrows extend sharply to his temples, and the contours of his eyebrows and eyes are clean and deep.

With his back facing the morning sun, he was leaning on the sofa in a casual posture, sitting with his long legs crossed, and was casually reading a magazine.

Ning Zhian's eyes fell on the magazine, it was a well-known character magazine, and the cover was Ji Zhaoran himself.

And the introduction on the cover is——

Young and promising, he's 33 years old.

???

Didn't expect Teacher Ji to read his own magazine interview? ? ?

Seeing him wake up, Ji Zhaoran slowly closed the magazine, and smiled slightly: "Are you sober?"

Ning Zhi'an just woke up, in a daze, after slowly accepting all this, the memory of last night slowly emerged.

He wrote a highly popular supporting role to death.

He made a very rebellious announcement.

He recruited many, many ghosts, all of whom were waiting for him downstairs.

He said that Teacher Ji is like his father, and that his father's love is like a mountain.

He occupied the magpie's nest and slept in Teacher Ji's room overnight.

Ning Zhi'an looked at it quietly, the bed was quite big, he wanted to ask Teacher Ji where he slept last night...but he didn't dare.

He doesn't know what's going on with those ghosts now, but Ji Zhaoran is looking at him with a half-smile, as if he wants to settle the score with him.

Ning Zhi'an let out a thump and swallowed.Exceptionally clear in quiet rooms.

Ning Zhian lowered his head weakly, and beat himself hard.

Why did he kill that supporting role?

Ning Zhian thought sadly——

He should write down the unemployed starlet, and forget it once and for all!

The author has something to say:

Ji Ge: I am too difficult.

Ning Ning: It's too difficult for me.