I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

After busily walking around the room three times, Ning Zhi'an still didn't calm down, but became more aggressive, his mind was full of Ji Zhaoran's words.

The four Landlord ghosts were muttering at the edge of the table, making him unable to think at all.

Ning Zhi'an leaned over to find trouble: "White, are you gambling legally? Don't forget your identity as a ghost messenger from the underworld."

It just so happened that White lost, so he took advantage of the opportunity and flicked the poker: "The underworld has been conducting anti-riot drills recently, and running around is very annoying, so I came here to hide."

Ning Zhi'an was stunned: "An anti-riot drill?"

White sighed: "Recently Fengdu is in turmoil, the Wangchuan River is constantly surging, and all ghosts are in a state of panic. The judge wrote a test and said that the man is coming back, so our leaders in the underworld are organizing drills in advance to avoid being beaten. Too passive."

Ning Zhi'an urgently needed to talk about something else to divert his attention, so he took advantage of the situation and asked, "Which man?"

"It's the good husband in your fanfiction."

Ning Zhi'an didn't think about it, subconsciously said: "Teacher Ji?"

He covered his mouth before the words finished, but the four ghosts still heard: "Oh~~~"

Ning Zhi'an became angry from embarrassment: "Oh what!"

"It's not your husband." White imitated Ning Zhi'an, covered his mouth, and laughed "giggling": "It's Ji Shaoran, the ghost king of our underworld."

When this Ning Zhi'an was mentioned, he became annoyed and panicked: "Can you restrain yourself a little, don't write nonsense, if you let your ghost king know, what will you do if you come to trouble me in a fit of anger?"

The fanfiction in the yang world can at most give Ning Zhian a five-year-old child prodigy son, but the fanfiction in the underworld may make him die!

"Hasn't he come back yet? Besides, who dares to put the same humanities in front of him!"

Xiaohong couldn't stand the random placement of the cards, and after putting them away neatly, she asked curiously, "When will he come back?"

"I don't know, Fan Wujiu should know. He used to be Ji Shaoran's confidant, but he refused to tell me." White gritted his teeth and took the opportunity to splash dirty water: "Fan Wujiu is not as pure as I am because he hugs his thighs to the top!"

"Speaking of which, where did Ji Zhaoran go?"

"Look at my hat."

"what?"

"If I knew, I would be the King of the Ten Temples of Hades."

Ning Zhi'an was sitting on the bay window, resting on his hands, listening to their chatting absent-mindedly.

The little girl with shofar braids kindly brought him a glass of water.She has been by Ning Zhi'an's side for a while, but she can't speak, and can only watch quietly when Ning Zhi'an is typing.

Apart from the fact that Ning Zhian often puts weird toys next to Ning Zhian's pillow, which made Ning Zhian have a heart attack in the morning, the little girl has always been very reassuring.

Ning Zhi'an reached out to take it, and patted her head lightly: "Thank you, can I call you Yangyang? Because your shofar braid is very cute."

The little girl with shofar braids nodded shyly, and then happily drew a picture. In the picture, Ning Zhi'an was holding her hand, and a lamb was flying happily in the sky.

Ning Zhi'an touched her cool braid, and asked softly, "Yangyang, do you want to learn computer?"

"Your potential may break through infinite possibilities."

Sheep:? ? ?

Under Yangyang's puzzled eyes, Ning Zhi'an looked at White thoughtfully again. "White, where is the vampire White that was captured last time?"

"It's closed in the little hell." White took out a mysterious mirror, shook it awkwardly, and proposed a deal without any good intentions: "Daddy, do you want to see him? As long as you have a good day tonight, the sexy little bosom can be given to you." arrange it."

Ning Zhi'an was a little moved, pretended to think about it, and said casually: "Actually, I'm not very busy tonight..."

White's pale and stiff fingers swept lightly on the mysterious mirror, and a light curtain like water waves suddenly flashed on the dark mysterious mirror.

After a while, the haggard and pale face of the vampire White slowly appeared in the mysterious mirror.

Ning Zhi'an stood in front of the mysterious mirror, and four ghosts stood neatly behind him to embolden him.

Vampire White raised his eyelids and glanced at Ning Zhi'an, and asked in a hoarse voice pretending to be suave, "Little cutie, miss me?"

Ning Zhi'an's almond eyes were clear and beautiful, and his tone seemed to be finding fault on purpose: "Did you say that you were gay last time? I thought about it after I went back and thought you were bragging. I don't believe it unless you let me test you."

The vampire White smiled evilly with his front teeth bared, and his words were somewhat leaky: "I will do whatever you ask."

Xiaohong quietly asked White: "Where is this vampire tooth?"

White: "Bigly knocked out."

Xiaohong: "Impossible, he is very timid."

White looked at the Hooking Roo melancholy: "That's a long story..."

Clearing his throat, Ning Zhi'an's eyes wandered, but his tone was righteous: "Let me ask you, is the man who talked to me at the lake villa last time, is he gay? Does he... like men?"

A house full of ghosts: "..."

Vampire White's chic and confident smile condensed a little bit.

After contorting his face for a while, he cursed loudly: "You guys are so annoying! I'm officially homophobic today!"

Ning Zhian was furious: "Who are you calling gay!?"

Vampire White broke down and said, "Damn gay!"

The finale is imminent, and Ning Zhi'an's next job is also on the agenda.

The next day, Ning Zhi'an's manager Tao Yuan came to visit the set, and in the name of Ning Zhi'an asked Xiao Zhou to give presents to the whole group of actors and staff.

Handed Ning Zhi'an a thick stack of documents.

"I've talked a lot about variety shows and film and television recently. I've picked out some with good cast and quality. Take the time to choose and see what you like."

The entertainment industry is a very realistic place. Apart from the ability of the company and manager, what kind of resources a star artist can get depends on the size of the artist's own celebrity and the number of fans.

Ning Zhi'an flipped through them casually, and they were all very well made.

There is currently a very popular variety show, the second season will be recorded, Ning Zhian will be invited as a resident guest, there will be several leading actors in TV dramas developed and adapted by big IP, and there is even a leading actor in a movie, these are far beyond what he is now The resources that a coffee position can win.

Ning Zhi'an was slightly surprised: "So good?"

"You deserve it. You are better than I imagined." Tao Yuan smiled: "You have given me many surprises."

Ning Zhi'an's room was always haunted by ghosts, he was afraid that Xiao Hong's sudden movement would scare Tao Yuan, and he was even more afraid that Tao Yuan would find someone to arrest Xiao Hong if she got excited, so he didn't invite Tao Yuan over.

After sending Tao Yuan to the hotel where she was staying, Ning Zhi'an and Xiao Zhou Zhe returned to their hotel.

When Ning Zhi'an and Xiao Zhou walked to the door of the room, there happened to be a movement from the door of the opposite room, Ning Zhi'an subconsciously glanced sideways——

They met Ji Zhaoran who opened the door.

Ji Zhaoran dressed a little more casually than usual today.The pure white cotton T-shirt and dark gray sweatpants further highlighted a pair of superior long legs.

The jacket was laid lazily on the forearm, and the soft cotton material well outlined the tight and smooth muscle lines under Ji Zhaoran's chest—a picture with a strong masculine aggression.

Ji Zhaoran's words last night had too much impact on him, and he still hasn't recovered from it.

Ning Zhi'an's gaze slowly moved away from Ji Zhaoran, a trace of uneasiness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

It's winter, why is it so hot with your arms exposed?

Who made you hot?

Ji Zhaoran saw it, and asked slowly, "You're not called Teacher Ji today?"

Ning Zhi'an raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Zhaoran, with an indescribably complicated expression: "Teacher Ji."

That look seemed to be accusing—do you really want me to be called Teacher Ji?

Ji Zhaoran suppressed a smile, and said "hmm", as if he was not going to let him go: "Did you sleep well yesterday? Are you still insomnia?"

Is that okay? ?

Ning Zhi'an: "Excellent!"

Xiao Zhou listened with lowered eyes, thinking that you are playing some shameful riddle.

Ning Zhian dressed a little more lively than usual today.The thick indigo sweater made her complexion as white and greasy as porcelain, her lips were red and her teeth were white, which stood out exceptionally.

Ji Zhaoran asked, "What's in your arms?"

Ning Zhi'an said in a business-like manner: "The next work arrangement."

Ji Zhaoran asked casually: "Is I included in the arrangement?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

After holding back for two seconds, Ning Zhi'an ran away again, shutting his assistant out of the door because he ran too fast.

Through a door, Ning Zhi'an listened to Ji Zhaoran talking to Xiao Zhou nonchalantly, and the [-]th-line star was in a trance.

Being an actor is different, the psychological quality is really good.

……

That night, Ning Zhi'an made a cup of coffee and carefully read through the stack of materials Tao Yuan sent.

Tao Yuan was very careful in her work, writing her opinions densely at the footer.

"Rising Clouds and Cranes" is coming to an end, and Ji Zhaoran and Zhou Weiyu's reputation is there. The popularity of this drama cannot be seen by the naked eye. Ning Zhi'an's character design in this drama is very good, and the popularity can be improved. Some.

Ning Zhi'an conservatively estimated that after the show aired, it would not be a problem to rank among the [-]th rank.

The two variety shows that Tao Yuan helped him select were good, with novel themes and good ideas, and the guests on the shows were all big names.Ning Zhi'an took a closer look, and found that one of them was the goddess of his Taijiquan friend, Uncle Zhou—actress queen Li An'an!

Nothing!

If he really filmed a variety show with Li Anan, he would go to Chaoyang Park to fight boxing, and he would be able to walk without knowing his relatives!

Ning Zhi'an hugged the program materials and laughed wildly a few times, scared Xiao Hong to look sideways, threw down the rag, hugged Yang Yang and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, you don't eat brats."

Ning Zhi'an put on a show with Xiaohong in a prepared manner: "What if I become popular and don't have time to write?"

Xiao Hong smiled, ignored Ning Zhi'an, held Yang Yang's face and said softly: "Ghosts can't eat people just because they are angry, remember?"

Ning Zhi'an opened his mouth and said seriously, "I love writing."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Xiaohong would say something more, so he hurriedly started to flip through the script.

Ning Zhi'an also writes essays herself, so she has a sharper sense of script.It can be seen that these scripts are very good, the plot is smooth, the rhythm is appropriate, and the characters he is invited to play are also very rich.

In addition to several TV drama scripts, Tao Yuan also sent a short script excerpt of a movie.

There is no actor who does not want to be on the big screen, and Ning Zhi'an is no exception.

When flipping through the script of the movie, Ning Zhi'an's expression was extraordinarily serious, and there was a little joy in his beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Looking down line by line, the heat in Ning Zhi'an's eyes gradually dissipated, and the slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like a breeze passing by the wings of a butterfly.

After a while, Ning Zhi'an closed the script, turned back to the title page, and paused for a moment on the screenwriter's name - Ren Yushan.

With a "bang", the script fell into the trash can, Ning Zhi'an took out a tissue and wiped his fingers intently, as if touching something dirty.

Ning Zhi'an seldom behaved so aggressively, Xiao Hong asked puzzledly, "What's the matter?"

"Garbage script, the writing is not as good as mine."

"You're crazy." Xiaohong agreed, "But the writing is really good!"

Ning Zhi'an put on his coat noncommittally, and went out.

The night is dark, and the Chinese New Year is approaching. Many merchants hang red lanterns in front of the door, decorating this small city that is not very prosperous.

The cold wind rolled up the fallen leaves, making rustling noises at Ning Zhi'an's feet.

Ning Zhian walked aimlessly for a while.

When passing by the food stall, Ning Zhi'an bought a set of small octopus balls and candied haws, and ate them while walking, but was scalded by the small balls until he stomped his feet.Walking to the entrance of a not-so-regular Internet cafe, Ning Zhi'an was surrounded by several middle school students who came to surf the Internet, wanting an autograph.

On the teahouse across the street, Zhou Weiyu had just drawn out a two-of-a-kind card, and spread the cards out happily: "Nonsense, seven pairs."

Hearing the movement downstairs, Ji Zhaoran casually glanced down.

Ning Zhi'an persuaded those middle school students who wanted to come and play games online to leave, and before leaving, he bought several sets of May [-] in the nearby bookstore for them, which made those middle school students want to take off their fans on the spot.

Watching those middle school students go away, Ning Zhi'an blinked, thinking that walking was meaningless, biting a hawthorn, Ning Zhi'an was ready to go home.

He has a thin figure, and his shoulders are thin and straight, like a piece of tough bamboo.

Ning Zhian's phone rang, it was Ji Zhaoran calling, after a pause, Ning Zhian connected. "Hello?"

"What are you doing?" Ji Zhaoran's voice slowly came out of the receiver.

"Get ready for bed."

"Going to bed so early?"

"Ah."

"Sleeping while eating candied haws?" Ji Zhaoran smiled: "Aren't you afraid of tooth decay?"

Ning Zhi settled down and looked sideways. The black Maybach was slowly gliding by the side of the road, and the car paint glowed smoothly and coldly under the street lights.

Ji Zhaoran didn't know how long he followed him quietly.

"Get in the car." Ji Zhaoran ordered.

The moment the car door was opened, warm wind rushed in, Ning Zhi'an was holding the stick of candied haws in his hand and didn't know where to put it, like a child who was at a loss.

"give me."

Ning Zhian did as he said, Ji Zhaoran took out a few paper towels, the sugar coating on the stick stuck to the paper towels, and finally it was not sticky anymore, Ji Zhaoran threw the stick of candied haws under the back seat, before even taking the stick with him Return the prop dagger.

Ji Zhaoran's slender and clear fingers were stained with sugar residue, he raised his hand to his lips, and commented: "It's quite sweet."

Ning Zhi'an said subconsciously: "I spent an extra dollar, and bought the thick sugar-coated one."

"Well," Ji Zhaoran put his hands on the steering wheel: "If you have a lot of skills, you will be able to deceive people."

What Ji Zhaoran was talking about was what Ning Zhi'an said just now that he was going to sleep.

Ning Zhi'an held back for a while, and said obediently: "I'm going back to the hotel."

"What do you think about what I told you yesterday?"

"Tell me the truth?"

"Ah."

Ning Zhi'an asked sincerely: "If I tell you, will you block me?"

Ji Zhaoran smiled: "Not at all."

He's not so unmannered, and if he fails to confess his confession, he will be blocked, that's too shameless.

Ning Zhi'an refused to let go, and continued: "Then will you take revenge on me?"

Ji Zhaoran asked back: "Why should I retaliate against you?"

"You swear?"

"I don't lie."

After a pause, Ning Zhian turned sideways and said to the car window: "I don't think you are serious."

Ji Zhaoran's mouth twitched.

This vile thing went to sleep in his room for the whole night. In order to make people clean, he just made do with the whole night on the sofa by himself, but now he is being accused of being immodest?

Ji Zhaoran rubbed the center of his brows, and forced out a sentence from his throat: "I'm not serious?"

Ning Zhi'an quickly recalled yesterday's experience in his mind, his world is very simple, it has always been black and white, so he said truthfully: "Yes."

"You even let a little boy who can make a fuss into your room, and you still say that to me. You think I'm not enlightened. I feel that you are implying something to me."

Ning Zhi'an emphasized: "Teacher Ji, I'm not stupid, I'm just very wise and foolish."

Ji Zhaoran confessed his love to someone for the first time, he didn't expect his mother to be misinterpreted like this by this little thing, how dare he say that he is wise and stupid?

His eyes turned black with anger, he gritted his teeth, and asked in a soft voice, "Say it again?"

Ning Zhian opened her eyes wide, her expression seemed to be accusing: "I finally understand why you don't like carnations, maybe it's because you have no good intentions!"

"I'm not at ease?"

"if not!"

With a "stab", the Maybach braked sharply and stopped on the side of the road.

This happened to be the intersection where Ji Zhaoran and Ning Zhian burned paper last time, Ji Zhaoran held Ning Zhian's head with his big hand and turned to the place where the paper was burned that day.Pointing at the intersection, his throat was on fire with anger.

"I'll accompany you to burn paper for your good friend White at night. Is this not tossing?!"

"Which little white-eyed wolf slept in my bed all night???"

"If I was uneasy and kind, I would have fucked you up long ago, and I can wait for you to be angry with me now?!"

……

After a while of silence, Ning Zhian opened his mouth, and then looked at the remaining octopus balls in a closed manner.

He felt that he might have a seafood allergy, so he almost fainted in the car.