I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ji Zhaoran didn't want to talk to Ning Zhi'an, and he couldn't just let him go like this, so he drove around the street three times in anger, and the owner of the small shop on the side of the road moved out of the small bench to look.

When turning around for the fourth time, Ning Zhi'an tugged at the seat belt, and finally choked out a sentence: "Mr. Ji, this is not the way back to the hotel."

Ji Zhaoran's voice was calm: "In my current situation, it's not suitable to send you back to the hotel. After all, I'm not a serious person."

Ning Zhian was speechless.

Ji Zhaoran didn't intend to just let him go, and added flatly: "This is called a hint."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Turning around again, after the owner of the small shop applauded them, Ning Zhi'an made a cold octopus ball and awkwardly brought it to Ji Zhaoran's lips, with a low voice and posture.

"Mr. Ji, calm down.

Ji Zhaoran bit it down, rolled it into his mouth, and deliberately picked a fault: "It's cold."

Seeing that Ji Zhaoran accepted the small octopus balls for peace, Ning Zhi'an quickly explained: "It's so hot that it burns my tongue, my tongue was almost blistered just now."

"So pitiful?" Ji Zhaoran squinted at him, and said nonchalantly, "You stick it out, and I'll blow it off for you?"

Ning Zhi'an hurriedly covered her mouth, and while she was ashamed and indignant, a voice that was not particularly righteous flowed out from between her thin white fingers: "Teacher Ji, why are you acting like this!"

Ji Zhaoran let out an unreasonable "hmm", and then said nothing.

The night wind was blowing, and the red lanterns on the side of the road were swaying with the wind. A few middle school students were gathered around the takoyaki stall, chattering about something, the headlights flickered by, and the May [-] exercise book in their hands was particularly eye-catching.

These are the few middle school students who were dismissed by Ning Zhian at the entrance of the Internet cafe. I don't know if they were greedy just now, and now they come to buy together.

Ning Zhi'an looked at the car window for a while with a gloomy expression, and then sighed in annoyance——

That cute little boy who can make troubles turned out to be himself.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhi'an thumped his head, feeling a little dazed.

After a long while, Ning Zhi'an said bitterly: "Mr. Ji, if I misunderstood you saying that someone had entered your room because I said that I don't consider myself a human being, will you forgive me?"

Ji Zhaoran: "Go ahead."

"I thought you wanted to pick me up... That's why you said that to me."

A simple white T-shirt supported Ji Zhaoran's shoulders very smoothly. He was sitting loosely but upright, with beautiful back muscles faintly visible.

"You're right." Ji Zhaoran's tone seemed to be chatting casually, honest and obscene: "I really want to pick you up."

Ning Zhian's face was on fire.

Ji Zhaoran looked sideways at Ning Zhi'an.

Seemingly not knowing how to answer Ji Zhaoran, Ning Zhi'an's almond eyes burst out with a layer of moisture.He was still wearing the thick indigo sweater in the evening, his fine and thick eyebrows showed a trace of trouble, his neck was slender and fair, and his jaw line was thin and superior.

Beautiful and ignorant, attracting people's thoughts.

"But before I pick you up." Ji Zhaoran's voice was very soft, but his words were scorching hot——

"I'm going to chase you first."

……

Ji Zhaoran's words were too shocking, until the entrance of the hotel, Ning Zhi'an felt that he was short of oxygen, as if he had no lungs to breathe.

The Maybach slid into the parking space with ease, Ji Zhaoran took off his seat belt, and asked in a gentlemanly manner, "Do you have any opinions on the matter of me chasing you?"

For a moment, Ning Zhi'an had the illusion that the same humanities were reflected in reality, he stuck a small octopus ball into his mouth to calm himself down.

After a long while, Ning Zhi'an blinked confusedly, and asked sincerely: "Will you take me by force?"

What's going on in this kid's head?

Ji Zhaoran smiled: "If you have this hobby, it's not that I can't satisfy you."

Ning Zhi'an slammed the door and ran away, complaining clumsily: "I can't look at you anymore!"

Ning Zhi'an was afraid that Ji Zhaoran would catch up with the elevator, so he climbed five floors by himself, but was out of breath as soon as he ran out of the stairwell, his eyes met with Ji Zhaoran who stepped out of the elevator gracefully——

Ji Zhaoran raised his eyebrows and teased him: "Teacher Ning, what a coincidence."

Back in the room, Ning Zhi'an relied on his willpower to wash himself up, and then rolled three times on the bed.

The pennant honoring the people of the underworld was pasted quietly, and the pillow towel remained motionless, but Ning Zhi'an pulled it to him.

"Did you know? Teacher Ji said he wanted to chase me." Ning Zhi'an was still in shock: "It was so sudden, I wasn't prepared at all!"

Ning Zhi'an tugged at the tassel of the pennant and murmured, "Where did he take his fancy to me? Does he know how many secrets there are behind my [-]th-tier star?"

"Is he a little reckless? If he knows that I am the unemployed starlet in the underworld, and I am an honorary underworld person, can he still say such things as chasing me?"

"I treat Teacher Ji like an uncle like a father, he, he actually wants to pick on me!"

In the end, Ning Zhi'an and Jin Qi lay side by side on the bed, looking at the ceiling with melancholy: "I'm so troubled."

All the scenes centered on the martial arts hall have been filmed, and there is still a small part of the plot left, which needs to be filmed in a small town on the outskirts of Beijing.

After filming the last scene in the martial arts hall, the crew was busy cleaning up the venue. Ning Zhi'an was wearing Gu Tingquan's costume, and looked at the ancient and ancient martial arts hall with some attachment.

He played Gu Tingquan for so long, and when he gets too involved in the play, Ning Zhi'an will suddenly feel that this is his other home, where he plays Tai Chi and cries and laughs here.

Surrounded by bustling people, Ning Zhi'an walked through the training ground and the lush bamboo pavilions, walking aimlessly, and finally stopped in the back alley where Gu Tingquan picked up the injured He Qiming in the play.

Where all stories begin.

After the filming of this scene today, the actors of several crews have finished filming. After months of hard work, Zhou Weiyu held a thank-you banquet for them to practice.

White and Xiaohong were very lively, and they took the two little ghosts to the banquet together.

Xiao Zhou couldn't see it, but Ning Zhi'an felt that Xiali's car was crowded, looked at the four ghosts with disgust, and even gave White a look of "shouldn't you be busy?"

White was aggressive: "Then I helped your crew catch ghosts, what's the matter with your crew having a meal?"

Xiaohong imitated the example: "I clean up your crew every day, what's wrong with having a meal with your crew?"

Ning Zhi'an couldn't continue chatting with them, so he simply surfed the Internet.

His Weibo account has been full of private messages in the past two days, all of which are from that cp fan.

Ning Zhi'an sent him a message: [You talk a lot, can you stop sending me messages? 】

[Then you praise me for writing well. 】

How do you boast?Ning Zhi'an replied perfunctorily and helplessly: [You wrote very well. 】

After exiting the private message, Ning Zhi'an casually glanced at the trending searches, and his eyes stopped on a hot topic.

[Famous writer and screenwriter Ren Yushan's debut work "The Long Wind at Night" is about to be filmed. It is reported that popular actor Yu Rui may play the leading role. 】

Ning Zhi'an calmly finished reading this trending search, and glanced at other trending searches by the way, before returning to the private chat interface.

The cp fan asked him persistently: [Oh?How well do I write, come and hear me? 】

Ning Zhi'an lowered his eyes, the cold white light on the screen made his face pale, for some reason, Ning Zhi'an's reply this time was a little more serious than before: [The writing is better than Ren Yushan, this is considered Compliment? 】

[Wow, young man, your thoughts are very deep, how about we add a WeChat to chat in detail?I appreciate you very much. 】

Ning Zhi'an lazily replied: [Excuse me, my WeChat is very noble, it's not Zou Mo's excuse. 】

Zou Mo is a top screenwriter in China. He has written countless excellent scripts.Today's film and television industry is impetuous, as long as the chief screenwriter can boast, he can deceive a few fools to attract investment.However, Zou Moshou's script is solid and brilliant, it can pass the test of the market, and it is recognized and liked by the audience.

The other party quickly replied: [...What if I am? 】

In the entertainment circle, Feng Xun's CP fan is enough.Ning Zhi'an felt that this person was insulting his idol, so he replied frantically: [Open your eyes and look at what you wrote, don't talk about writing style and rhythm, just talk about content, how many sentences can pass the review?Is this something a professional screenwriter can write? ? ?Besides, Mr. Zou has a lot of things to do every day, how can he have such a free time, and he still knocks on cp, you are funny!I would rather believe that Ning Zhi'an and Ji Zhaoran are really getting better than that you are Zou Mo! 】

The netizen on the opposite side seemed to be intimidated by him, and did not speak for a long time.

Ning Zhi'an accepted it as soon as he saw it, and didn't continue to mess with the other party's mentality, and locked the screen tolerantly.

The Xiali car was turned into a silver-gray streamer by Xiao Zhou, and after a while, Ning Zhi'an and his group arrived at the banquet location with the ghost.

After getting out of the car, Ning Zhian's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

A tall and gloomy figure dressed in black stood quietly under the street lamp.On his head is a black tall hat similar to White's style, with the words All Peace on it.

Different from White's cheap and cold aura, this black impermanence Fan Wujiu exudes a thick and piercing icy air all over his body, the vegetation seems to be covered with a thin layer of frost because of him, Xiaohong even hugged the sheep and sheep to escape up.

White shouted in surprise: "Fan Wujiu, why are you here? I told you I don't buy insurance! You can't even get a commission from me!"

Fan Wujiu: "..."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Fan Wujiu ignored White, and still stood there, as if waiting for someone.I don't know if it's an illusion or prejudice, but Ning Zhi'an feels that his seductive rope is thicker than White's.

Xiao Zhou shuddered: "Why did the temperature suddenly drop?"

White knew that Ning Zhi'an was timid, so he kindly comforted him and said, "Don't be afraid, Fan Wujiu only has ghost king and work in his heart, and he won't trouble you."

Ning Zhi'an saw Fan Wujiu for the first time, and knew that Fan Wujiu didn't seem to be coming for him, so he didn't want to watch and ask more questions.I don't know if it was cold or scared, Ning Zhi'an's voice was tense, and he said to Xiao Zhou: "Let's go in quickly."

Ning Zhi'an bit the bullet and walked past Fan Wujiu with Xiao Zhou.

Xiao Zhou was present, Ning Zhi'an pretended not to see Fan Wujiu, walked quickly with downcast eyes, and bumped into someone unexpectedly.

Suddenly losing his balance, Ning Zhi'an almost lost his footing, he staggered backwards and almost fell down——

A big hand suddenly supported Ning Zhi'an's waist, and his breath with mint smoke swept over the end of his eyes. Ning Zhi'an suddenly felt that the cold air in his bones disappeared, and his fear faded a lot.

Even the tip of the ear was faintly hot.

Ji Zhaoran's other free hand brought the menthol cigarette between his finger bones to his lips. He dressed very carefully today, wearing a suit and leather shoes, looking dignified.

The black hair on the forehead was brushed back, revealing the deep and superior facial features, the sharp eyebrows extended to the temples, handsome and aggressive.

Ji Zhaoran let go of his hand, and asked jokingly, "Mr. Ning, is this part of the robbery?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ning Zhi'an didn't expect that he could bump into Ji Zhaoran while walking, making himself feel like throwing himself into his arms, and even being teased by such Ji Zhaoran!

Where is there such a chaser! ?

Ning Zhi'an lowered her voice to scare people: "You always bully people, be careful of evil spirits coming to your door."

Fan Wujiu: "..."

Fan Wujiu took two steps back, showing an angry expression of being framed.