I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

It was the first time for Ning Zhi'an to eat incense, and he had a serious reaction to drunken incense, and he was not very proficient in business, so it was already a lot of effort to barely control himself not to smoke in front of Ji Zhaoran, and he had to bite the bullet and make up a marriage.

Then Feng Xun was still nagging in his ear, still saying that kind of words, in front of the Lord, how much it affected his performance.

It's not enough if the compilation is not serious and satisfactory.

Ji Zhaoran was dissatisfied——

"Again, how did he calculate the marriage for you?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

"Mr. Ji, do you use me as a wishing pool?" Ning Zhi'an wanted to cry, but she was in a daze when asked by Ji Zhaoran: "Marriage is not counted like this, the master will count it for me once." !"

The word wishing pool is very spiritual.

"Wishing pool?" Ji Zhaoran smiled, chewed the word between his lips and teeth, lowered his voice, and repeated with unclear meaning: "I regard your marriage as a wishing pool?"

Ji Zhaoran's tone was too subtle, and Ning Zhi'an's heart pounded when he heard it.

He himself is an honorary man of the underworld, and everything he hears sounds like the words of the underworld.Thinking that Ji Zhaoran actually broke through his shady experience with Master Guan, and waited for him to throw himself into the trap.

Ning Zhi'an had no idea, his head was dizzy, and all he was thinking in a daze was that after Ji Zhaoran knew the truth, he loudly cursed himself for being frivolous and debauched!

How could the man of the underworld deserve to sleep in his bed all night!

The breeze blows over the camphor tree, and the leaves sway gently.

The rustling sound was very much like Ning Zhi'an's shady mental activities.

Ji Zhaoran raised his eyebrows, his eyes casually admiring Ning Zhian's wonderful facial expressions.

After much deliberation, Ning Zhi'an couldn't figure out what Ji Zhaoran was thinking. Seeing that he was looking at her with great interest, Ning Zhi'an gritted his teeth, and acted on the spot with an angry face: "Teacher Ji , I think you don’t want to ask about the marriage at all, but you are making things difficult for me!” In order to show that he was wronged, he even moved up to Ji Zhaoran and questioned, “Did I do something wrong! Ah?”

In the past, when Ning Zhi'an talked to Ji Zhaoran, although his attitude was intimate, he was also cautious.

Now that Ning Zhi'an loses his temper like this, Ji Zhaoran actually finds it very cute.

He even wanted to provoke him again, to see how this little thing would react if he was bullied so hard.

Ji Zhaoran suppressed a smile, and was about to continue asking Ning Zhian to make a wish for him, when he suddenly took a step back——

Ning Zhi'an bowed deeply to Ji Zhaoran: "Where did I make a mistake, you tell me, I will change it."

That tone was so respectful that it was annoying.

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

When the two returned to the villa, the birthday banquet was almost over.

Ning Zhi'an looked at the flamboyant golden statue of the unemployed starlet, with mixed feelings.

Then he looked at Feng Xun, who was full of joy, with a complicated look on his face.

Say what's good about you!

Say you are an avant-garde thinker, and you burn incense at home and make a wish; say you are a feudal antique, and you make a wish to a person in the underworld, so that two men can be together! ?

Arranged marriages don't bring such things! ?

When passing by the golden statue of the unemployed starlet, Ning Zhi'an gently wiped off a little bit of grayish-white fragrance that had fallen on the golden statue, with loving and compassionate eyes.

Ning Zhi'an said softly in her heart: Did he make things difficult for you?

I understand your pain.

……

At the end of the birthday banquet, it was time to take a photo with the birthday star.

The filming is imminent, in order to help the crew of "Rising Clouds and Cranes", Feng Xun specially asked to take a photo with the cast and crew, so that they can be posted on Weibo.

Feng Xun is quite well-known in the circle, and he is also an old drama player who is highly respected by the audience. He likes the actors of the crew, and in a certain way, it is also an affirmation of this drama.

Generally, in this case, you have to take pictures according to the position, who is the male lead and who is the female lead, you have to stand clearly in the position, but today is the birthday of the birthday star, whoever the birthday star likes, whoever is the birthday star near-point.

The actors came to the birthday star one after another, all with smiles on their faces.

Feng Xun waved to Ning Zhi'an, motioning for him to stand by his side.

Ning Zhi'an was grateful for Feng Xun's kindness, and stood up graciously.

Zhou Weiyu, the chief director, stood next to Ning Zhi'an with great peace of mind, and put his arm on Ning Zhi'an's shoulders to show the kindness and harmony of the chief director.

Ning Zhi'an actually doesn't like physical contact with people very much, he subconsciously wants to avoid it.

This expression was keenly captured by Ji Zhaoran, and he patted Zhou Weiyu's hand: "Put your hands down and get up here."

Feng Xun exaggeratedly switched Ji Zhaoran and Zhou Weiyu, and arranged Ji Zhaoran next to Ning Zhi'an.

Ning Zhi'an: ... in front of so many people, you should at least restrain yourself!

Zhou Weiyu:? ? ?

Zhou Weiyu was wronged. In the past, actors took the initiative to take photos with him in order to show their status.

Now he licked his face and ran to Xiao Ning's side, and was disgusted.

Is the position of chief director already so low?

"Everyone gets together again, and the people on the side can't be photographed. Be more intimate, showing the good humanistic atmosphere of our crew!"

As soon as Liu Manjiang spoke, the crowd gathered consciously, and Ning Zhi'an and Ji Zhaoran inevitably put their shoulders together.

It was a bit crowded, and the male actors hooked their shoulders.

On the other side of Ning Zhi'an is the actor who plays the male fourth role. He looks close to him and seems to have a good relationship. He smiles and wants to put Ning Zhi'an's shoulders on his shoulders, but Ji Zhaoran lightly blocks him.

The lights are intertwined and intertwined, and the ears are noisy.

Suddenly, Ning Zhian's shoulders sank.

Ji Zhaoran gently embraced him with a natural posture, not too unfamiliar, but not intentionally intimate, his movements were very gentlemanly.Like an elegant feline, it encloses people in its own territory and no longer makes outsiders think about it.

Ning Zhi'an looked sideways and saw a very superior hand.The joints are clear and distinct, the fingers are slender, and the blue blood vessels are looming on the cold white skin.

After realizing whose hand it was, Ning Zhi'an's a little sensitive nerves were fiddled with again in the past two days, and he wanted to stand in a military posture again for a moment.

Ji Zhaoran hugged Ning Zhi'an, originally to prevent messy people from touching him, but through the thin cloth, he suddenly felt that Ning Zhi'an seemed a little stiff.

The light fell unevenly on Ji Zhaoran's handsome and sharp eyebrows, and he suddenly pursed his lips.

"Don't you like me like this?" Ji Zhaoran turned his head and asked him, the superior jaw line affected the muscles of the side neck, and the clear breath hit Ning Zhi'an's ear.

No emotion could be heard in Ji Zhaoran's voice, but because of the close distance, he lightly pricked Ning Zhi'an's ear again.

Seeing that Ning Zhi'an didn't answer, Ji Zhaoran thought he was acquiescing to his own words.

The tip of Ji Zhaoran's tongue touched his teeth, his slender finger bones tightened vigorously, and then slowly unfolded.

He raised his arms, ready to let go—

His fingertips were suddenly grabbed lightly.

One touch is instant, like the polite touch of a kitten to its owner.

"No, I don't like it."

Ning Zhi'an's ears were a little hot, and he licked his lips, wondering if he had been burned with fake incense, or else his blood pressure was high, Feng Xun was all to blame!

Ning Zhi'an explained with emotions that he couldn't figure out: "I'm just a little nervous."

After a pause, he continued, "I, I'm not used to it."

But I don't hate it, Ning Zhi'an whispered in her heart.

Ji Zhaoran hooked the corner of his mouth: "Got it."

Didn't even say what he knew.

Feng Xun looked at the two of them contentedly, smiling like a Guanyin who sent a child.

Ning Zhi'an suddenly thought.

Teacher Feng Xun, is he actually an old cp fan?

After the group photo was posted on Weibo, Ning Zhian's thoughts coincided with those of some netizens.

Back at the hotel, after taking a shower, Ning Zhi'an lay on the bed and read today's Weibo.

[Wow, did the crew celebrate Lao Feng's birthday together? It looks very loving!

[Hahahahaha Ning Zhian is placed in the middle, why does she look like a mascot, so cute! 】

[Take a sip of Xiao Ningning, super cute! 】

[Wait, is Elder Ji still burning incense at home?I see a statue in the background. 】

[By the way, is this show coming to an end soon? I can't wait for when it will air! 】

[Why does Brother Ji look so A in his eyes today?Is one of them looking at Ning Zhi'an? 】

[Upstairs, don't ask.It's Mr. Feng's birthday, he's happy! 】

[Upstairs, don't ask.To ask is to care about the younger generation, he is enthusiastic! 】

[Hahahaha Feng always likes Ning Zhi'an and Ji Zhaoran so much, he doesn't look at the camera when taking pictures, just stares at them. 】

[Laughing, I have the impression that Feng Lao has always been very serious. In this group photo, his face is flushed like an old child, and he is quite cute. 】

[Old Feng's smile is exactly the same as that of me staring at the screen. 】

[Old Feng, put away your smile, you've exposed yourself. 】

[Old Feng, restrain yourself, let me laugh instead! 】

Ning Zhi'an, as a young Internet surfer, of course knows the attributes of some fans.He suddenly clicked into a random fan homepage out of curiosity, wondering what these cp fans usually post.

Once in, Ning Zhi'an seemed to have opened the door to a new world, it was...too much!

Ning Zhi'an rolled on the bed.

They, how could they do this? ? ?

This fan’s daily life only does two things——

Write fanfiction by yourself, repost other people's fanfiction.

As a well-known netherworld writer, Ning Zhi'an couldn't help but want to delve into the text out of second-career instinct.

Ning Zhi'an seriously studied the fanfiction between himself and Ji Zhaoran.

The title made Ning Zhi'an shudder, and was even more shocked than the last time he saw himself being edited——

[Ji Zhaoran x Ning Zhian——a little girl who wears the ball and runs like a film king]

He, the actor of Country A, is a man with a fortune of tens of billions and the lifeblood of the entire entertainment industry.

He, the [-]th line of country A, a poor man with a second-hand Xiali steering wheel in his hand.

???

Is this person really a CP fan?

This is Ji Zhaoran's undercover agent, right?

Ning Zhi'an was so angry that he crawled to the side of the bedside table, picked up cold water and gulped several mouthfuls before continuing to read.

[One night of passion, one night of chaos, originally meant only a spring breeze, but he accidentally got his seed!

Ji Zhaoran looked at Ning Zhi'an's lower abdomen, and smiled charmingly: "Give birth."

Ning Zhi'an's deer eyes were ignorant and desperate, he shook his head fiercely, and Lihua cried with rain: "No, my career is still on the rise, and I haven't paid off my mortgage and car loan. When I give birth, the bank will find me I'm asking for money!"

The way he was crying reminded Ji Zhaoran of the wonderful feeling of that night. Ji Zhaoran raised his chin and rubbed it lightly, his voice was hoarse: "Which bank? I will accommodate you, even a few months later .”

Ning Zhi'an was dumbfounded: "Huh???"】

Ning Zhi'an originally read it for the purpose of learning from others' strengths in literature, but he didn't expect that this fan art was so irritating!

The more he looked, the more angry he became, the more he looked, the more angry he looked, Ning Zhi'an was so angry that he was so angry that he poured three glasses of water in a row.

Tossing and turning on the bed, I didn't fall asleep until two o'clock in the middle of the night!

"Dong dong dong."

Suddenly there was a light knock on the door in the corridor, which was especially eerie in the silent night.

Ning Zhi'an has frequently seen ghosts in the past few months, and subconsciously thought that another ghost was coming to find her, so she was so frightened that she quickly covered her head with a pillow.

"Dong dong dong", the person who knocked on the door seemed to be extra patient. Seeing that no one responded, he kept knocking unhurriedly.

Ning Zhi'an listened carefully, the voice seemed to be knocking on the opposite door...

Opposite... Isn't it Teacher Ji?

Could it be that Mr. Ji's system of avoiding ghosts is so well-known that some ghosts who don't believe in evil come to him for a duel?

After a pause, Ning Zhi'an endured the fear, hugged the pillow and walked gently to the corridor.

After making sufficient mental preparations, Ning Zhi'an looked towards the cat's eyes, and immediately opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Not a ghost, but...a person.

The person who knocked on the door had his back turned to him, Ning Zhi'an could only see the back of a youthful boy with fashionable dyed hair and wearing expensive trendy brands, the back was somewhat familiar.

After the boy knocked on the door, he looked suspiciously at Ning Zhi'an's room, perhaps because he was afraid that he would notice.

Seeing the boy's side face, Ning Zhi'an recognized who it was - Shen Luoze, the popular little meat!

Shen Luoze was also filming nearby recently, and Ning Zhi'an had heard about it, but didn't pay much attention to it.

In a place like the entertainment industry, Ning Zhi'an probably knows what it means to knock on the door late at night.

Ning Zhi'an even saw Shen Luoze's pocket, a corner of the condom package was half exposed——

A bold invitation.

"Dong dong dong", Shen Luoze patiently knocked on Ji Zhaoran's door again.

Perhaps it was Shen Luoze's patience that moved Ji Zhaoran, this time the door opposite finally opened.

The moment Ning Zhi'an opened the door, she felt that Feng Xun's fake fragrance was too high, or that fanfiction was too evil.

Otherwise, why did he suddenly want to open the door and question Ji Zhaoran——

Ji Zhaoran, do you ignore me and the child? !

That kid is a master hacker at the age of five!