I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhian opened his mouth dryly. "Teacher Ji..."

Ji Zhaoran casually opened the magazine again, and on the cover was a sharp and handsome face facing Ning Zhi'an: "Don't call me Uncle Ji?"

Ning Zhi'an couldn't help but began to pull his fingers, feeling annoyed secretly.

Little star, look what good deeds you have done!

Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on the magazine, he turned a page, and urged slowly, "Huh?"

The golden sunlight diffused into the glass window and was cut into several pieces by the green plants by the window.

Ning Zhi'an was a little uncertain about Ji Zhaoran's ambiguous attitude.

Hearing Ji Zhaoran's urgent urging again, Ning Zhi'an carefully observed his expression.

Ji Zhaoran's expression was relaxed, and when he said this, there was a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that you are not very resistant to this title? ? ?

Thinking of the miserable situation of being approached by a group of ghosts, Ning Zhi'an licked his lips and tentatively said: "If you like it, I can call you Uncle Ji from now on..."

As long as you don't drive him away, you can call him Dad.

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

This man's long mouth is just to annoy people, right?

Ji Zhaoran put down the magazine, pinching the center of his brows with a headache.

Ning Zhi'an was begging that he would not have a chance to show it. Seeing Ji Zhaoran's action, he hurriedly said, "Do you have a headache? I'll give you a massage, or I'll rub it for you!"

Ning Zhi'an thought cleverly, so that she could stay in Teacher Ji's room again justifiably.

"You can?"

Ning Zhi'an jumped out of bed neatly, his clear and beautiful almond eyes filled with the sunshine from the window, he nodded affirmatively.

"Of course, my craft is pretty good. Just wait, I'll go wash up and be right back."

After Ning Zhi'an finished speaking, he ran to the bathroom, stopped in the middle of the run, turned around and confidently added to Ji Zhaoran: "When I come back, I will definitely make you comfortable."

...Ji Zhaoran looked at the boy's jumping back, and suddenly felt his head hurt even more.

Ning Zhi'an didn't have anything to wash here, but he didn't dare to go back to his room to get it. Fortunately, there were many disposable toothbrushes in the hotel room.

With a toothbrush in his mouth, he poked his head out of the bathroom door. "Mr. Ji, can I use your facial cleanser?"

Whether it's sleeping in Ji Zhaoran's room all night in a daze, or using Ji Zhaoran's facial cleanser now, for Ning Zhi'an's identity, it's actually a bit out of bounds.

If you were a frivolous person, you might even think it was a deliberate seduction.

Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on the foam of toothpaste on Ning Zhi'an's lips, thinking of the sentence that the boy said in his sleep last night, I'm afraid, so he didn't say anything else.

He sat with his legs crossed, lowered his eyes and casually flipped through the pages of the magazine: "Use whatever you want."

The little dark head drilled back, and a clear voice came from the bathroom: "Thank you, Teacher Ji, I will use a little!"

……

After Ning Zhi'an finished washing, he washed his hands carefully, and after rubbing his palms to warm them, he walked up to Ji Zhaoran, and said heartlessly:

"Mr. Ji, Xiao Ning, the technician you ordered, is here."

With Ji Zhaoran's hand, a large piece of the inside of the magazine was torn off.

He paused, then closed the magazine as if nothing had happened, and threw it on the corner of the coffee table.

There was a faint smell of facial cleanser floating in the room, which seemed to be in the same series as Ji Zhaoran's shower gel, with a deep woody fragrance, and it gave off a lazy charm after being exposed to the sun.

Ji Zhaoran raised his head cooperatively, allowing Ning Zhian's fingers to rest on his eyebrows wantonly.

Ning Zhi'an's hands are well-balanced, and the strength is light and heavy at times, and he explains it seriously from time to time: "My current technique is called hand pushing, which can relax the meridians, activate blood circulation, and promote blood circulation."

Ji Zhaoran closed his eyes, seemed to think that his skills were really good, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Where did you learn it?"

Ning Zhi'an said without hesitation: "My dad suffers from migraines, so I just help my dad rub it when I'm at home."

... It felt like Ji Zhaoran's temples jumped suddenly, and Ning Zhi'an's fingertips moved there again with discernment.

Ning Zhi'an added enthusiastically: "Except for my dad, I have massaged you."

……

Ji Zhaoran closed his eyes, his throat moved slowly, and then his voice slowed down, with a hint of gnashing of teeth. "Xiao Ning."

Ning Zhi'an didn't notice it: "Huh?"

"Don't talk when you're a technician."

In fact, Ning Zhi'an has always wanted to ask Ji Zhaoran how they slept last night... But for some reason, Ji Zhaoran's face seemed to be even uglier after he pressed Ji Zhaoran's head.

This question was suffocated in Ning Zhian's heart.

Xiao Zhou has spare clothes, Ning Zhi'an changed, followed Ji Zhaoran's pace closely, and walked outside the hotel.

Xiao Zhou followed behind Ning Zhi'an, full of thoughts.

Xiao Zhou was shocked when he received a call from Ning Zhi'an in the morning asking him to deliver clothes to Ji Zhaoran's room.

But many things are strangely connected into a thread in Xiao Zhou's heart.

Ji Zhaoran shared all the delicious food with Ning Zhian. Ji Zhaoran personally took Ning Zhian to the media interview meeting. Ji Zhaoran took good care of Ning Zhian in the crew.

After thinking this through, Xiao Zhou took a deep breath.At the same time, some weird complacency grew in my heart.

That's Ji Zhaoran, Xinyue's big boss.For so many years, so many goblins have gone on to succeed, but I have never seen any one succeed.

Unexpectedly, the master was by his side.

But I was a little worried about Ning Zhi'an, but it was Ji Zhaoran.

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhou quickly took two steps to catch up with Ning Zhi'an: "Brother Ning, don't worry, I will be by your side no matter what."

Almost out of the hotel gate, Ning Zhi'an had been thinking about the ghosts downstairs, and he gave a absent-minded "hmm" when he heard this.

Xiao Zhou said seriously: "I will keep the secret for you!"

There seemed to be not as many ghosts downstairs as last night, but there were still quite a few. Ning Zhi'an's scalp was numb, and he followed Ji Zhaoran closely.

I don't know why, after this night, the ghosts downstairs are much haggard, and they all seem to be extremely thirsty. The drowned ghost is bubbling water all over his body at the moment, and the whole ghost looks like an artificial fountain .

Other ghosts lined up to fetch water from him.

I don't know whether ghosts drink water by boiling, but it seems that they don't need to...

After seeing Ning Zhi'an, the ghosts had complicated expressions, but they didn't dare to go forward.One wanted to speak, but his mouth was like a broken voice: "Long live love! Love is innocent! Love is the sweetest!"

Ning Zhi'an watched helplessly as the ghost was beaten by other ghosts, and then other ghosts came to support them, and then they fought into a ball.

Ning Zhi'an didn't know why and thought: Are they... causing an internal division?

Ji Zhaoran and Xiao Zhou were both at the side, even if Ning Zhi'an wanted to try to persuade him to fight, he could only pretend not to see it, and passed by a kid who was reciting Tang poems on the way.

The little ghost's face was pale and pale, his eyes were cold and resentful, but his mouth said crisply: "There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected to be underground soil..."

Ning Zhi'an didn't dare to look at him again, but couldn't help reminding him in a low voice: "Shuang."

A female ghost wearing glasses said loudly: "Look at others, look at you, they grow up to be writers, what about you, what about you!? What can you do!?"

"Copy it five more times, and I don't believe I can't teach you anymore!"

The kid tremblingly picked up the pen.

He hated the master who gave him the task, he had never seen such a vicious person.

When it got bad, it even cheated its own little devil!

……

Ning Zhi'an followed Ji Zhaoran to the set without any risk, but fortunately those ghosts did not follow the set, which made Ning Zhi'an quietly heave a sigh of relief.

He and Ji Zhaoran's dressing room are not together, after all, when they are on the set, they are about to start working, so Ning Zhi'an mustered up the courage to do styling with Xiao Zhou.

On the set, Zhou Weiyu was eating a boxed lunch, and when she saw Ji Zhaoran, she put down her chopsticks in surprise. "It's not the New Year's Day today, why are you dressed so flirtatiously?"

Ji Zhaoran tugged at the collar of his shirt, the protruding Adam's apple would be exposed, he said impatiently, "Why do you care so much?"

"Have you read too many novels about domineering presidents?" Seeing his mannerisms, Zhou Weiyu couldn't help smacking his mouth: "I think you've been a little out of order recently. Just to attract ignorant young people, you are an old drama player, you still have to be more prudent, don't learn from that."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ji Zhaoran frowned.

Now he gets annoyed when he hears the word "old".

Zhou Weiyu sneered and stopped talking. This person is definitely abnormal.

After a while, Zhou Weiyu almost forgot about it when he got busy, Ji Zhaoran suddenly asked thoughtfully, "What kind of novel?"

Zhou Weiyu:? ? ?

……

Ning Zhi'an went to the dressing room with Xiao Zhou, Jiang Yang was also in the dressing room, surrounded by the stylist he brought along.

The make-up artists in the crew were already familiar with it, and Jiang Yang didn't want to use the make-up artists of the crew, which just happened to save them trouble.

Several make-up artists had a good relationship with Ning Zhi'an, and when they saw him coming in, they took him to his usual seat casually and kindly.

The makeup artist touched Ning Zhi'an's face, and casually chatted: "Hey, your skin doesn't seem to be in good condition today, is there something bothering you recently?"

The makeup artist worriedly asked: "Your skin was very good before, why is it so bad all of a sudden, you should pay attention to maintenance."

Ning Zhi'an lived under the fence, so she didn't feel ashamed to use Ji Zhaoran's skin care products this morning, so she just washed her face hastily with facial cleansing milk.

In addition, I was frightened by a group of ghosts last night, and the skin condition will not be better if I change it.

The unemployed little star thought sadly, he has too many things to worry about.

Ning Zhi'an looked sleepy, his slender eyelashes drooped, and he said vaguely: "I had a terrible dream yesterday, and I didn't sleep well."

Jiang Yang listened to them chatting, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly.

Bad skin?

Maybe soon, his whole body will be unwell.

Although he couldn't see the kid, he could have a strange feeling, he could feel the kid's emotions.

His little ghost is very resentful now, and he has the mood to kill someone.

It is said that the more resentful the imp, the better the effect.

Jiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his troubles may be resolved soon.

He didn't think about Ning Zhi'an's life, no matter what method that brat would use, but as long as Ning Zhi'an no longer appeared in front of the public and Xie Wenzhou, Jiang Yang would be confident that he could always hide the truth.

He can still live a life where he can have whatever he wants.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yang couldn't restrain his excitement.

His manager isn't around now, and he didn't notice that there was a marketing account on Weibo, so he suddenly posted the content of a video.

If he saw the content of that Weibo, he would definitely not be laughing now.

Sitting next to Ning Zhi'an, Jiang Yang posted a Weibo: Today is a good day.

……

Ning Zhi'an didn't expect that his bad skin could trigger so many associations.

Now he just wants to question Xiaoqian severely, can your broken website still work!

Can the author's privacy and security be protected?

But Xiaoqian's words are too dark, with so many makeup artists watching, Ning Zhi'an can't communicate with her properly.

So Ning Zhi'an thought hard about how to negotiate with those ghosts, and if the negotiation failed, how to find a way to continue to stay by Ji Zhaoran's side.

Ning Zhian tapped on the screen with her fingertips, and a line of words appeared on the browser:

[How to negotiate with great momentum? 】

Best answer: Negotiation is an art. You cannot lose psychologically. You have to create momentum for yourself and make yourself stronger.

Thinking of those ghosts downstairs and how they looked when fighting with them, Ning Zhi'an's scalp tingled for a while.

terrible!

He drew a big cross in his mind on the negotiating strategy.

Ning Zhi'an searched earnestly on the browser again.

[How to be likable? 】