I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

In front of Ning Zhi'an, Ji Zhaoran dialed the number of actress Li An'an.

The call was quickly connected. Li Anan was a little surprised, but most of them said in surprise: "What day is it today, why do you think of me?"

A gentle and pleasant female voice came out of the earpiece, vaguely inaudible.

Ji Zhaoran waved to Ning Zhian, motioning him to sit closer.

Ning Zhi'an was particularly cooperative, moved the ponytail and sat in front of Ji Zhaoran, folded his hands on his knees, and looked up at Ji Zhaoran with a cute and lovable appearance.

Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on the little bastard in front of him, he moved his lips, his voice was flat and calm, and Li Anan said clearly, "Write me some autographs."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Li An'an, who has long been used to seeing big scenes, can hear a creepy meaning from these words

But the little bastard didn't notice it. He rested his chin on his hands and looked eagerly. After hearing what Ji Zhaoran said, his eyes lit up, and he even opened his mouth wide to silently remind: handwriting.

So Ji Zhaoran added without emotion: "I still have to write it by hand—this signature is for my loyal admirers."

Li Anan on the other end of the phone put down the phone, and after confirming that the caller was Ji Zhaoran, he picked up the phone again: "...Ji Zhaoran, if you are kidnapped, just cough twice."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

Ji Zhaoran spat out two words into the microphone with pity: "No."

……

Ning Zhi'an still had a scene to shoot today, just as he listened to Ji Zhaoran's phone call with a smile, he was called away by the drama teacher.

This kind of haste is the norm in the crew, Ji Zhaoran simply sat in front of the monitor with Zhou Weiyu, watching Ning Zhian from a small screen.

Today, Ning Zhi'an's partner is Zhao Tingsong who plays Gu Tingquan's adoptive father.

Zhao Tingsong has been filming for decades, his acting skills are proficient and sophisticated, and his emotions are perfectly controlled. When Ning Zhian plays with him, he often feels a little nervous.

Ning Zhi'an jumped twice on the spot, glanced at Ji Zhaoran who was sitting in front of the monitor, and suddenly felt a sense of urgency that the invigilator would read the paper during the exam.

Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on the monitor, and he suddenly chuckled.

Zhou Weiyu said "Hey": "Don't laugh so flirtatiously in my ear, although you have been flirting like a male peacock recently, but we are not suitable, I think we should maintain some boundaries .”

Ji Zhaoran laughed mockingly.

Taking a cigarette from Zhou Weiyu's hand and fiddling with it between his fingers, Ji Zhaoran suddenly asked Zhou Weiyu without a clue: "Who do you think is better, Li An'an or I?" ?”

Zhou Weiyu didn't catch his breath, and coughed violently.

Ji Zhaoran ignored his pain, pondered for a moment, and changed the phrase: "Li Anan and I, let you choose one, who would you choose?"

Zhou Weiyu hammered himself in disbelief while coughing, and it took a while to calm down. "Your fucking old house is on fire, can you stop throwing sparks at me? The genders are different, how can you ask such a question?"

Ji Zhaoran narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly stretched his slender fingers into his pockets. Two seconds later, he pinched an ID card and showed it to Zhou Weiyu.

His voice was cold and thin, and it fell into Zhou Weiyu's ears coldly: "I'll give you 30 seconds to read the information clearly, and then tell me what I saw."

On the ID card, a sharp and proud handsome face was facing Zhou Weiyu expressionlessly, as if he was going to tell you what you were looking at in the next second.

Zhou Weiyu is fucking convinced, how can a normal person keep his ID card in his pocket? ? ?

This man is so abnormal.

He moved the chair without any trace, sat a little far away from Ji Zhaoran, picked up the horn, and shouted angrily: "Actors, get ready, it will start right away!"

On the set, Ning Zhian took a deep breath.

There was an emotional outburst in today's scene.

I don't know if it's because too many things have happened recently, Gu Tingquan realized the abnormality of the martial arts hall belatedly.

For example, the warehouse that is locked all the year round, for example, the strangers who visit in the middle of the night, for example, when his adoptive father looks at him, there is something strange and meaningful.

But at this moment, he has not yet connected the foster father he admires with the opium smuggling.

After discovering a stranger's visit again, Gu Tingquan blocked his adoptive father in the backyard, fearing that his adoptive father would treat him as a child, Gu Tingquan stared and made himself look aggressive.

"Father, is there anything you want to tell me?"

The adoptive father stroked the wrench on his hand, smiling impeccably: "What do you want to ask me?"

Gu Tingquan asked naturally: "I want to ask! What did that person do just now, and why did he give you so much money!? What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh." The father-in-law nodded. "Quan'er, what else did you see, why don't you tell me about it together?" Before Gu Tingquan could answer, his adoptive father approached him, lowered his eyes, and said slowly: "Gu Tingquan, are you so curious? ? Do you know what it means to turn a blind eye and close one eye, just like my attitude towards a person you suddenly picked up?"

The situation was turbulent, and the people behind him who were investigating him were confused. The adoptive father lost his patience. He looked down at Gu Tingquan: "Today, the adoptive father will teach you another truth. There are some things that don't need to get to the bottom of it."

Hearing what his beloved adoptive father said, Gu Tingquan was angry and sad, and tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably. He wiped away his tears vigorously, and kicked down the rockery next to him.

"Baby... I'm just worried about you, I just don't want to be kept in the dark like a fool! Is there anything wrong!?"

"Crack!" Zhou Weiyu yelled to stop. "This game is over, take a break and prepare for the next game."

In the monitor, Ning Zhi'an's beautiful almond eyes were full of tears, with a tinge of red at the end of the eyes, but his expression was still stubborn and persistent, not concealing his youthful spirit.

Zhou Weiyu leaned halfway in the chair, sighed with a cigarette in his mouth: "He has aura, he should go to the big screen to hone his skills. Give him another ten years, and he may not be able to become you."

Ji Zhaoran's gaze focused on the monitor, he lazily bit the cigarette butt, did not light it, and did not answer Zhou Weiyu's words.

Zhou Weiyu went on to sigh with emotion: "Maybe this is the alternation of old and new, the inheritance of the film and television industry."

The soft sunlight slowly descended and shone on Zhou Weiyu's chubby face, looking stunned and naive.

I don't know which word Ji Zhaoran didn't like to hear. Ji Zhaoran patted Zhou Weiyu: "Get up, you take up too much space and block my way."

Zhou Weiyu:? ? ?

Zhou Weiyu watched Ji Zhaoran dragging his chair with one hand, exerting strength with ease, and with a weight of nearly 180 catties, he was moved away with the chair.

Then Ji Zhaoran flicked his wrist indifferently, took a few tissues from the table, said "You should eat less supper in the future", and walked towards Ning Zhi'an.

Zhou Weiyu stared blankly at Ji Zhaoran's back, wondering if this is still a person?

It's not that he doesn't want to make room for Ji Zhaoran, you want to pass a tissue to Xiao Ning, why do you insult me ​​by the way?

After getting angry, Zhou Weiyu sat in front of the monitor resignedly.

Since Ning Zhi'an joined the crew, she has always been very worry-free, obedient and sensible without talking, always smiling with everyone, and almost becoming the favorite of the crew.

It seems like two extremes with Jiang Yang.

Thinking of hot searches, Zhou Weiyu rubbed his hands with a headache.

Whatever he wanted, Jiang Yang's manager brought Jiang Yang over.

The manager smiled and said, "Director Zhou, I'm really sorry, we Jiang Yang are young and energetic, and we don't have anyone to tell the truth, so we accidentally caused some trouble."

As the manager spoke, he teased Jiang Yang.

In the past, Jiang Yang was proud of his backing in the film crew. Even if something happened to him, he was not afraid, because it would be settled soon.

But this time, the development of the incident was particularly evil. Those who broke the news and those who picked him up, like a snowball, became bigger and bigger, and they couldn't be suppressed.

Now that he was asked to apologize in public, Jiang Yang felt as if his face had been slapped hard. He opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Director Zhou, I said something wrong. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Zhou Weiyu sneered immediately: "Xiao Jiang is so young, what he said is really amazing, I was shocked when I heard it. Now all the netizens are staring at our crew, and some people ask me in private messages, Xiao Jiang is in my crew Did you bully others, did you play big cards?"

"What do you want me to say? It's really difficult for me to answer."

Zhou Weiyu didn't deliberately lower his voice at all, and everyone near the monitor heard it. Although their expressions were different, they all quieted down, waiting to hear Zhou Weiyu's next words.

The agent hurriedly dragged Jiang Yang to make amends, but Zhou Weiyu didn't appreciate it.

"I think Xiao Jiang feels ashamed to apologize, why don't you forget it, don't force yourself?" Zhou Weiyu's tone was flat as Ning Zhi'an's scene just now was playing on the monitor. "Maybe ordinary people like us who only work hard are not worthy of Young Master Jiang's wronging himself."

Ning Zhi'an's voice on the monitor mixed with Zhou Weiyu's words about Young Master Jiang, which made Jiang Yang's head buzz. He licked his lips, his voice trembling slightly: "I'm sorry, Director Zhou, I'm sorry. I really know I was wrong."

Producer Xu You also came to smooth things over: "Hey, old Zhou, calm down, who doesn't have a time when they are young and energetic."

As he spoke, he leaned into Zhou Weiyu's ear and said, "The management behind Jiang Yang is coming soon. If there is anything, we can talk about it together when the management comes."

……

When they were talking, Ning Zhi'an stayed far away and didn't pay attention to the movement over there.It wasn't until today that work was over that I heard from the crew that the financial backer behind Jiang Yang was about to join the crew.

Shen Ye was happily retweeting the lottery draw with his trumpet, and the reason for the lottery draw was also very bad. He copied Jiang Yang's Weibo post—today is a good day.

Hearing this, he suddenly posted another Weibo: [Broken face].jpg

Shen Ye chatted with Ning Zhi'an in a low voice: "What kind of charm do you think Jiang Yang has, that he can make people so loyal to their benefactors."

The show is over, and Ning Zhi'an is going back to the hotel, thinking of those ghosts waiting downstairs, he shook his head absent-mindedly: "Maybe it's because that person's eyesight is not very good."

Today's filming is over, the crew is in a hurry right now, the crew is moving things, and the actors are going out in twos and threes.

"It's also possible." Shen Ye sighed, and said goodbye to Ning Zhi'an: "I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."

Ning Zhi'an: "See you tomorrow."

After bidding farewell to Shen Ye, Ning Zhian glanced around the crew, but did not see where Ji Zhaoran was.

Teacher Ji won't go back by himself first! ?

Thinking of those ghosts downstairs, Ning Zhi'an hastily sent Ji Zhaoran a WeChat message.

[My mother will be useful when I was born: Mr. Ji, where are you? ! [Crying cat head].jpg]

[My mother will be useful when I give birth: Have you returned to the hotel yet? ? ? 】

Ji Zhaoran replied quickly.

[J: In the director's room, talking to Zhou Weiyu. 】

Knowing that Ji Zhaoran was still on the set, Ning Zhi'an breathed a sigh of relief, if he was the only one, he really didn't know how to face the group of ghosts at the hotel entrance.

But immediately after, Ning Zhi'an was in some trouble again.

He was so dizzy from drinking yesterday, he found a very crude reason and sneaked into Ji Zhaoran's room.Guess Ji Zhaoran saw that he drank too much and was too lazy to argue with a drunkard, so he kindly took him in for a night.

But today he didn't drink any alcohol, he was very sober, and he still had to go to Ji Zhaoran's room, wouldn't it justify it?

But if he was allowed to go back to his room, just thinking about those densely packed ghosts would make Ning Zhi'an feel cold from his heart to his spine.

Since he wrote the article, he has seen some ghosts, but fear is physiological, and it cannot be overcome and overcome by courage.

Ning Zhi'an pressed his head against the wall sadly, the wall was cold, and within two seconds his fair forehead turned slightly red.

He didn't realize it, and knocked against the wall twice in frustration.

let you drink!Let you rebel!Let you make an announcement!

Ning Zhi'an, are you stupid!

Ning Zhi'an tapped back and forth on the dialog box with her fingertips, deleting, deleting, and subtracting, each page was not very satisfactory.

[Mr. Ji, can I go to your room to give you a one-night massage to show my humble filial piety? 】——Too frivolous, not good.

[Mr. Ji, to be honest, I have provoked a group of ghosts, and they chased and killed me to the entrance of the hotel. Only you can save me. 】——Ji Zhaoran may suggest that he treat his brain first, which is not good.

【Mr. Ji, I am actually the legendary unemployed starlet, and I am also an honorary underworld person. May I have the honor to stay in your room for a while, have a long talk with you all night, and introduce you to the underworld? 】——Ning Zhi'an, see for yourself, what kind of underworld talk is this!

Ning Zhi'an held onto the phone tightly, and couldn't find a suitable reason. When she was feeling sad, a new message suddenly popped up in the dialog box.

[J: Do you still miss home today? 】

Ning Zhi'an quickly replied: I want to! ! !

Ji Zhaoran seemed to be really busy, and only replied to him after 1 minute.

[J: OK, wait for me. 】