I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

The door slowly opened, and when the handsome and sharp side face of Ji Zhaoran, the father of the five-year-old prodigy, completely fell into Ning Zhian's sight, Ning Zhian shrank his dark head, and suddenly didn't want to see the rest of the picture. .

Ji Zhaoran opened the door. He is a mature and powerful adult. When he saw Shen Luoze standing at the door, what would his reaction be?

What is their relationship?

Did you know each other before?

If you don't know him, why would Shen Luoze knock on Ji Zhaoran's door late at night.

Ji Zhaoran...will she let Shen Luoze in?

A huge sense of loss hit, Ning Zhi'an turned her face to the side of the soft pillow, and bit her lips lightly.

This is Ji Zhaoran's private matter, Ji Zhaoran has always been very kind to him, he should not continue to stand here due to emotion and reason.

At the same time, Ning Zhian's cell phone by the bed suddenly vibrated, and someone called him.

Ning Zhi'an walked to the bed lightly, it was an unfamiliar number.

He got under the quilt and answered the phone softly. "Hello?"

A strange man's voice came from the phone, he seemed to be drunk, his voice was frustrated and incoherent: "Honey, I was wrong, please forgive me this time!"

"You made a mistake." Ning Zhian said in a low voice.

After all, he hung up the phone.

The other party seemed to be quite drunk, and then called again.

Ning Zhi'an was buried under the blanket and continued to hang up.

There were intermittent conversations in the corridor, which were not very real. Shen Luoze's voice was soft and deep, and he didn't know if he was acting like a baby.

Suddenly hearing the knock on the door, Ji Zhaoran subconsciously thought that Ning Zhi'an was looking for him, but after opening the door, he found that it was a boy he didn't know.

The thin light from the roof of the corridor fell on Ji Zhaoran's reserved brows, the outline was so deep and handsome that it was almost sharp, the protruding Adam's apple was plated with a layer of light gold, and there was a contradictory temperament between maturity and rebellion.

Shen Luoze chuckled, his eyes swaying: "Brother Ji, do you still remember me? We met at Urben's dinner before."

"I don't know." Ji Zhaoran rested his slender finger bones on the doorknob, raised his long and dark eyes halfway, looked at the closed door opposite, and said in a low and thin voice, "I found the wrong person."

Shen Luoze bent his lips: "You really know how to joke, I came here specially to find you, can I go in and sit for a while?"

"No."

……

In the room, the other party was reluctant to give up, and called again. Ning Zhi'an got through impatiently, and said in a low voice: "I told you, you made a mistake."

"Honey, please don't divorce me, even if it's for our son, he's just five years old, do you have the heart to watch our family be torn apart like this!"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

The plot of the novel that tormented Ning Zhi'an for half a night came into his mind again. After a pause, Ning Zhi'an asked, "Why did your wife divorce you?"

"I cheated."

Ning Zhi'an: "You deserve it, why didn't you think about your child when you cheated!?"

There was a weeping sound from the opposite side, it was so disgusting.

After a pause, Ning Zhi'an asked, "Then why did you cheat on me?"

"There was a young, beautiful little boy who seduced me, and I couldn't help it, so I had sex with him."

"You're still gay!?" Angrily, Ning Zhi'an twisted the quilt into several creases, and whispered angrily, "You're so dirty."

In the corridor, the intermittent voices suddenly stopped, and then there was a crisp sound of closing the door.

All sounds are silent.

The scumbag on the phone was still defending himself: "I'm just looking for something new and exciting. I still love my wife in my heart, but after my wife finds out, she insists on divorcing me!"

Ning Zhi'an was in the warm bed, but his voice was as cold as ice blades: "Your wife doesn't love you anymore, you deserve it."

The scumbag muttered for a while, then suddenly asked, "No, who are you?"

"An ordinary and just passerby."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Ning Zhi'an continued: "Scumbag, do you know what you lost?"

"You lost a wonderful family and a wife who loved you."

"Let's put it this way, if your son learns about computers now, he may become a master hacker in a very short period of time."

Scumbag: "Huh?"

"Ah what?" Ning Zhi'an kicked the quilt up, bringing in some cool breeze, Ning Zhi'an rolled around in the quilt, and said fiercely: "Don't let me see you!"

After hanging up the phone, the screen that Ning Zhian browsed before was still displayed on the screen——

[Ning Zhi'an and Ji Zhaoran spent a hot and wonderful night, and their five-year-old genius son, sitting in front of the computer, smiled contemptuously, and easily cracked the financial system of the Ruiyi Group managed by Xie Wenzhou. 】

Ning Zhi'an sat up again and took a mouthful of cold water.

He felt that he couldn't bear it anymore!

Ning Zhi'an switched to a small Weibo account, and found this fanboy again.

Ning Zhian politely sent a private message:

[Hi, I saw the fanfiction you wrote.I think, is this a bit abrupt to Ning Zhi'an and Ji Zhaoran?After all, they don't have such a relationship. If the person involved sees it, they should feel a little uncomfortable, right? 】

After posting, Ning Zhi'an clutched the phone and waited eagerly to see what this netizen would say, from being energetic to having eyelid fights.

Before going to bed, Ning Zhi'an thought drowsily, it's so cold tonight.

Teacher Ji, are you cold?

Ning Zhi'an didn't sleep well this time, and had a mess of dreams all night.

I even dreamed that White sent Gumantong to New Oriental to learn computers.

When Shunyan woke up, the netizen finally sent a message.

He took off the blindfold and put it on his forehead, lying on the bed to read the netizens' replies.

That netizen was very angry: [Oh?Do you understand again?How do you know they won't be happy when they read it?Maybe the two of them will be happy to wish me an early New Year when they see it. 】

Ning Zhi'an suddenly felt relieved: [How is it possible! 】

Netizen: [Oh?You know again?You are not the party, who are you with? 】

Ning Zhi'an choked, and almost jumped up in anger: 【Even if I'm not the person involved, what you wrote is very unhealthy! 】

As far as the things written by this netizen, even the novel websites in his underworld would not pass the review!

Netizen: [No way, no way, does anyone want to teach me how to write? 】

Ning Zhian quarreled violently with this netizen, from the choice of words and sentences to the issue of Ning Zhian's sexual orientation.

In the end, there was no quarrel. In the end, the netizen still asked him braggingly if he had time tonight?

Do you have time to argue again?

Ning Zhi'an was so angry that he bit his pillow, and was listless when he got to the set.

He didn't have a good appetite today, so he took a carton of milk for breakfast to deal with it.

Zhou Weiyu was standing by the side smoking with Ji Zhaoran, and joked to Ning Zhi'an: "Yo, why are you so lethargic today?"

Ji Zhaoran slowly exhaled the smoke, and in the gray smoke, Ji Zhaoran's gaze also turned to Ning Zhi'an.

Ning Zhi'an looked at Zhou Weiyu, and secretly took a look at Ji Zhaoran with the end of his eyes.

His complexion was pale, his black eyes gleamed slightly, and he looked no different from usual.

Ning Zhi'an's eyes fluttered lightly, and before Ji Zhaoran's eyes caught him, he dodged slipperily.

The actors in the same group, when encountering this kind of thing, pretending not to know is the best way to deal with it.But Ning Zhi'an was afraid that he might reveal something, so he didn't think much of Ji Zhaoran at all.

Ning Zhi'an pretended to yawn and fooled it: "I have insomnia, I didn't sleep much last night."

"Why didn't one or two sleep well?" Today, with Ning Zhi'an and Ji Zhaoran in the scene, Zhou Weiyu said suspiciously, "Did you two match your lines last night? Is Ji Zhaoran so dedicated?"

... Teacher Ji, didn't you sleep well?

Ning Zhi'an choked on the milk, roughly wiped the milk stains on her lips, and ran away in a hurry.

"What are you running for?" Zhou Weiyu was confused, not knowing that he had said the wrong sentence, and it was all due to Ji Zhaoran: "Why doesn't Xiaoning dare to look at you anymore? Did you recruit him?"

Ji Zhaoran looked at Ning Zhi'an's panic-stricken pace, and smiled: "How dare I."

Zhou Weiyu spoke for Ning Zhi'an: "You must have provoked him somewhere, and no one will look at you."

……

After putting on her makeup, Ning Zhian did not come to Ji Zhaoran to talk for the first time.

Ning Zhi An Xin felt slightly sore as if she had been gently pulled.

After last night, who knows if Teacher Ji is still willing to talk to him.

Ning Zhi'an sat on the ponytail, absently listening to the staff chatting.

"I had insomnia last night, and I didn't sleep much all night."

Ning Zhi'an nodded silently in her heart, and even added an emoji of a cat crying.

How similar are our circumstances!

"I chased after this novel, chasing after my wife's crematorium, I'm so mad!"

Ning Zhian took a sip of milk.

To tell you the truth, I also followed this novel, and the protagonist is myself!

"Last night, Director Zhou didn't return to his room until after three o'clock. It was really hard work!"

"How do you know that Director Zhou didn't return to the room until after three o'clock?"

"I have insomnia. It's very quiet at night, so I heard it."

Yes, when you have insomnia, you can really hear the movement in the corridor.

Ning Zhi'an agreed in her heart, thinking of the scene she saw last night, Ning Zhi'an pursed her lips lightly.

"Really?" Ji Zhaoran approached Zhou Weiyu, whether it was intentional or unintentional, Ji Zhaoran stopped in front of Ning Zhi'an.

Ji Zhaoran still smelled faintly of mint smoke. He was tall and tall, and his long legs directly blocked Ning Zhian's line of sight.

Ning Zhi'an raised his head, thought of something, then lowered his head, sucking two mouthfuls of milk suddenly.

Ji Zhaoran lazily chatted with the staff, and seemed to be very interested in Zhou Weiyu's unprecedented dedication. "Zhou Weiyu really didn't go back until after three o'clock?"

"Really!" The staff felt sorry for the director's hard work, and tried their best to speak for Zhou Weiyu: "I couldn't sleep last night, and I could hear the movement of the corridor clearly. I heard Director Zhou yawn!"

Ning Zhian paused.

Taste this sentence carefully.

...What did he tell Zhou Weiyu and Ji Zhaoran just now?

- Insomnia, didn't sleep much last night.

Ning Zhian gave a "gudong" and swallowed a big mouthful of milk.

He slowly raised his head, almost looking up at Ji Zhaoran——

Facing Ji Zhaoran's half-smile look, Ning Zhi'an tightened his hands, and almost splashed the remaining milk on Ji Zhaoran's lap.

After a pause, Ning Zhi'an said sincerely: "Mr. Ji, I'm different. When I have insomnia, I always wear earphones to listen to music." So I didn't hear anything.

Ji Zhaoran looked down at him, his voice lowered, but his eyes were aggressive: "Really?"

As if afraid that Ning Zhi'an would be too tired with his head up, Ji Zhaoran squatted down halfway, his long eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were on the same level as Ning Zhi'an's.

Ji Zhaoran asked: "What song did you listen to last night?"

Ning Zhi'an hiccupped nervously.

"Okay... a good man song."