I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an tilted his head, looking at last season's slightly aggressive black eyes.

It seemed that he didn't expect why the question suddenly turned to him, Ning Zhi'an said "Huh?" in a daze.

The red light flashes and the green light alternates.Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell to the front, and he repeated clearly: "Let me ask you, have you ever been in love?"

Ning Zhi'an had no lack of suitors since he was a child, but at that time he was too high school, and he believed that the strong don't need love.

Later, he entered the entertainment circle, which was too flashy and complicated, and he was still confused, how could he even think about falling in love.

When Ji Zhaoran asked such a question, Ning Zhi'an suddenly felt ashamed, feeling that he had treated him badly for many years.At the same time, he had an illusion of self-confidence. If he had started a family and started a business earlier, China's computer industry might undergo subversive changes in five years' time.

He avoided it and muttered softly: "Mr. Ji, I'm still busy with my career."

"Oh." Ji Zhaoran rolled up his lips and smiled, with an upturned ending sound that seemed to be nothing: "Then Mr. Ning, when will your career finish?"

The name Teacher Ning, from Ji Zhaoran's mouth, seems to have a particularly deep meaning.

Ning Zhi'an rubbed the tips of his ears, feeling that he couldn't answer this question at all.

Holding back until the next traffic light, when Ji Zhaoran turned his head to look over again, Ning Zhian couldn't avoid it, so he scratched his hair anxiously: "A man's career is endless."

"Alright." Ji Zhaoran bent his knuckles and buckled the steering wheel: "What do you like?"

Ning Zhi'an said truthfully, "I never thought about it..."

"Then think about it now." Ji Zhaoran looked relaxed, and issued an order lightly: "You still have 7 minutes to think, and I will know the answer when I go back to the hotel."

Is it really 7 minutes?

Feeling uneasy, Ning Zhi'an pinched the seat belt and reminded in a trembling voice: "Mr. Ji, in fact, your watch's needles are not moving correctly."

???

Ji Zhaoran slowly turned his head, and looked at Ning Zhi'an.

Gritting his teeth, Ning Zhi'an said truthfully: "The last time I talked to Xie Wenzhou, you looked at your watch and said you would be back in 10 minutes, but you actually came back in 8 minutes. That watch is so expensive, I'm afraid you will be sad , I didn't have the nerve to remind you..."

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

Ji Zhaoran: "Thank you?"

Ning Zhi'an said modestly, "You're welcome."

After a pause, Ning Zhian murmured: "Then my thinking time..."

"My watch is broken, I'm very sad." Ji Zhaoran said so, but his expression didn't change at all.Ji Zhaoran said calmly: "Everything is bad, why don't you stop thinking about it."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ning Zhi'an twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that Ji Zhaoran was posing a problem for him.

He said casually, "I like gentle ones."

"Huh?..." Ji Zhaoran trailed off, strangely eerie.

"Crazy... it's okay to be wild."

"Ah."

"go on."

Again!

Teacher Ji started to use him as a wishing well again!

Ning Zhi reassured, and said vigorously: "I like people with smooth body lines, calm and reliable personality, and particularly bright eyes, like light."

The corners of Ji Zhaoran's lips lifted slightly——

"The most important thing is that the head should be sharp and shiny." When Ning Zhi'an said this, his eyes were already full of longing.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became very strange.

There was a call, it was Xinyue's senior executives, talking to Ji Zhaoran in a respectful tone.

There was a gap in the driver's window, and the wind came in and blew away Ji Zhaoran's hair.

Ji Zhaoran glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, he saw a full forehead, well-proportioned bones, and thick black hair.

Ji Zhaoran frowned imperceptibly.

Ning Zhian's hobbies are so special, Ji Zhaoran thought about it all the way in silence, until he happened to see Ning Zhian's screensaver while parking the car——

"Ning Zhi'an." Ji Zhaoran laughed angrily, and swearing directly on his handsome face: "You fucking fool me with Ultraman?"

Seeing that the matter was exposed, Ning Zhi'an wanted to run away.But Ji Zhaoran held it firmly with a big hand, and Ji Zhaoran's strength could be felt through the material of the clothes.

It's a waste of strength not to learn massage from him.

Unable to escape, Ning Zhi'an immediately relented: "It hurts, it hurts, Teacher Ji, you hurt me—woo."

Having a premonition of what Ning Zhi'an was going to say next, Ji Zhaoran directly raised his hand to cover his disturbing mouth.

Ning Zhi'an was dishonest, two pieces of soft lips were in the palm of his hand, and he spoke indistinctly, like a kitten licking clumsily: "My respect is so stinky! I don't even dare to hold back!"

The afterglow of thick gold and light red penetrated into the car window, and Ji Zhaoran fell in the sunset, his handsome eyebrows were coated with a layer of blurred glaze.On the wrist with sharp bones and horns, the string of cinnabar beads reflects the bright red streamer.

After a while, Ning Zhi'an calmed down.

Ji Zhaoran's eyes were lowered, and his voice sank slightly: "Are you honest?"

Ning Zhi'an blinked lightly, her fluffy eyelashes were slightly moist from the struggle just now, at first glance it looked like an accusation.

Ji Zhaoran withdrew his hand, his fingertips slid across his palm.

Ji Zhaoran's hands were very hot, and Ning Zhi'an felt his lips were getting hot even in the elevator.Put the egg on his mouth, and it might turn into a runny heart in the next second.

Suddenly, Ji Zhaoran asked casually: "Do you know what that person wanted to do with me yesterday?"

Want to do... what?

Then there are a full 12 of them, do you even need to ask?

Too...too much.

Ning Zhi'an pursed her lips, almost being burned by herself.He whispered, "I know... I know."

"You know?" The mirrored elevator door reflected two slender figures, Ji Zhaoran's predatory eyes collided with Ning Zhi'an in the mirror. "tell me the story."

"Go, go to bed..."

"So how am I doing?"

Why do people need to comment on this? ? ?

Ning Zhi'an was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to look at Ji Zhaoran: "You're quite...very decent, you are the light of the righteous way."

Ji Zhaoran smiled.

"I'm not decent. I let someone else in. A very troublesome little boy."

Ji Zhaoran's dark eyes followed the person in the mirror, and added: "But it's cute."

Ning Zhi'an was startled.

The thoughts in my mind are stagnant, and the shy, relaxed, and friendly things are all gone.

He suddenly didn't know how to answer it, so he smiled stiffly: "Oh."

Ji Zhaoran only spoke half of what he said, and Ning Zhi'an didn't ask any further questions. For the first time, he felt that the elevator was too slow.

Ning Zhi'an's thinking was very scattered, he was still in a daze for a second, and a lot of messy thoughts were squeezed into his mind the next moment.

Thinking about it now, Mr. Feng will know that unemployed starlets can't bless others, the incense is all in vain, so stop embarrassing unemployed starlets!

While thinking that tonight he will have another serious fight with the CP fans, if he can't win the fight, he will personally write the ending of the be and see who gets mad at the other.

He also suddenly thought that he had to build a good relationship with White in the future and stop being so self-willed. If many ghosts came to him again, he might not be able to point out Mr. Ji.

Walking to the door of Room 506, Ning Zhi'an lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes neatly resting on his lower eyelids, and said to Ji Zhaoran politely, "Mr. Ji, see you tomorrow."

After all, he took out his room card and was about to swipe the door open——

Suddenly, Ji Zhaoran slapped him on the head with his room card.

what?Why are you beating people?

Even if he's not cute, you can't hit him. Can you show some respect to the actors in the same group?

Ning Zhi'an covered her head and held back without speaking.

Suddenly, Ji Zhaoran approached, and chuckled lowly in Ning Zhi'an's ear.

A deep voice entered Ning Zhi'an's ears unscrupulously, and Ning Zhi'an felt that the side of his face was going to burn up——

"Don't think about Dijia, okay?" Ji Zhaoran said with a smile in his voice, but his tone seemed to be tinged with real helplessness: "When will you be able to get the hang of it?"

……

With a "bang", Ning Zhi'an closed the door in a panic.

In the room, White was playing Landlords with Gumantong and Xiaohong, and the little girl with shofar braids was watching with relish.

Ning Zhian was in a daze.

He walked quickly to the four ghosts, his almond eyes were wide open, the end of his eyes were red, he was still in shock, his teeth were closed tightly and he didn't speak.

The four ghosts stopped and looked at him worriedly.

After a long while, Ning Zhi'an choked out a sentence in horror: "Mr. Ji, you don't want to pick on me, do you???"

After a while of silence, the four ghosts immediately did what they were supposed to do, without paying attention to Ning Zhi'an,

With six cards left in his hand, White slammed them onto the table.

"Two cats bring four two, give me money."