I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

When Ji Zhaoran arrived at the bar, Ning Zhi'an had already been arranged into his lounge by Qin Yang.One is that he is afraid that getting drunk will have a bad reputation for Ning Zhian, and the other is that he is afraid that a glass of cocktail will make people drunk and spread the word, which will not be good for his bar's reputation!

In the lounge, Ning Zhian looked at Ji Zhaoran dizzily, seemed to feel dazzled, and rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Oh my God, Ji Zhaoran, did you knit the sweater and send it to me? Are you younger than me?" Hong is still diligent!"

Ji Zhaoran pressed his tongue against his chin, who is Xiaohong? ? ?

Qin Yang was on the verge of falling, making the last struggle for his friend, and lied: "In fact, we have a mutual friend, also named Ji Zhaoran, and he was talking about that person. He dare not say that about you."

Ning Zhi'an was drunk and still didn't forget his hatred, he patted his thigh, and raised his delicate chin: "Come on, Ji Zhaoran, sit on my lap."

Qin Yang: "..."

The last time I drank, I was called Uncle Ji, but this time I dare to call him Ji Zhaoran directly.Ji Zhaoran asked: "How much wine did you drink?"

Qin Yang: "A glass of cocktail."

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

Qin Yang took precautions and said, "We are a serious bar and don't sell fake wine."

Ji Zhaoran turned his eyes and looked at Ning Zhi'an, a good friend with more than 2000 degrees of myopia: "Thank you for taking care of Ning Zhi'an, keeping him here prevents you from doing business, and I will send him home."

Hearing the words, Ning Zhi'an stood up slowly, a little violently, he grabbed Ji Zhaoran's forearm to find balance, and repeated to Qin Yang like a repeater: "Thank you for taking care of me, leaving me here to delay your work For business, Ji Zhaoran will take me home and knit a sweater for me."

Everyone from Ji Zhaoran is here, it is impossible for Qin Yang not to understand who is chasing Ning Zhian.But let him take Ning Zhi'an away like this, Qin Yang was a little worried.

Qin Yang hesitated to speak: "He is very simple... He is very serious about some things."

Ji Zhaoran's dark eyes looked at Qin Yang calmly: "I am also very serious about him. To be honest, I don't know how to chase people. I am still in the groping stage, but as long as I am here, I will not let him suffer any more." If I were his age, I wouldn't send him home because I know what's going on in my head. But now I'm 33—

"That's why I cherish him so much."

Ji Zhaoran stood in the soft light, the lines of the brow bone and the bridge of the nose were deep and beautiful.When he said this, he was very calm, and his tone was unhurried, but it seemed extraordinarily moving.

Qin Yang opened his mouth.

Ning Zhi'an grabbed Ji Zhaoran's wrist, suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise: "Qin Yang, I heard that there is a man in your bar with over 2000 degrees of myopia, and his retina is on the verge of detachment. My God, how could this happen!"

Qin Yang closed his mouth and waved his hands irritably: "You go!"

……

The night in Beijing is lively and noisy, and the bright curtains of office buildings on both sides of the road pass through the car windows, casting strange light and shadows on the dimly lit carriage.

Ning Zhi'an slept quietly for a while after getting into the car.

Ji Zhaoran looked sideways, and bumped into a peaceful sleeping face, a small shadow cast out from his slender eyelashes, and the air smelled of sweet peach wine.

Scattered streamers flashed across Ning Zhian's face, Ji Zhaoran bent his index finger, and gently scratched the tip of Ning Zhian's nose.

The skin under the fingertips was warm and greasy, Ji Zhaoran hooked his palms, and said softly, "I'm quite honest now."

As soon as the words fell, Ning Zhi'an suddenly sat up.

"Oh my God." Ning Zhi'an touched the seat under his buttocks, with a dull expression, but also a little eager in disbelief: "Why does my Xiali have heated seats, so how can I participate in the show!"

Ji Zhaoran casually chatted with the drunk: "You have a strong sense of enterprise."

"Of course." Ning Zhi'an said, "My goal is to surpass Ji Zhaoran."

"After surpassing Ji Zhaoran? Do you have other ideas besides knitting sweaters?"

Ning Zhi'an sighed melancholy: "I don't dare to think about anything else."

Ji Zhaoran encouraged him: "Be bold."

Ning Zhi'an fell into deep thought, his brows and eyes became quiet, this look was so attractive, Ji Zhaoran casually teased him: "Don't you want to sneak into Ji Zhaoran to relieve your anger?"

Ning Zhi'an frowned, as if she wanted to scold Ji Zhaoran for being a bad boy.Unexpectedly, he hesitated for a second and said, "I'm afraid...he won't agree?"

Leaning against the car window, he let out a long sigh: "I may not be Ji Zhaoran's opponent."

Just as the corner was turning, Ji Zhaoran's complexion did not change, but he drove over without slowing down.Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he even made a training plan for Ning Zhian, with the goal of surpassing himself within a year.

Ning Zhi'an was dizzy from being thrown by the centripetal force, twisted Ji Zhaoran's forearm in dissatisfaction, and complained in a low voice: "How can you drive like this?"

"Why don't I push the seedlings to encourage them. You can act now that you have achieved success, and then you can manipulate Ji Zhaoran who is in a low ebb at will?"

Ji Zhaoran pressed Ning Zhi'an's thin wrist with his backhand to prevent others from disturbing him, and said, "I can give advice based on your performance, help you make rapid progress, and let your dreams come into reality as soon as possible."

Ning Zhi'an, who was drunk, couldn't figure it out, but his survival instinct told him that he couldn't reply to this sentence, so he tightly closed his mouth.

Ning Zhi'an's house is in a quite quiet neighborhood with strict property regulations and good privacy. Many small stars live here.

When the door was opened, the room was brightly lit. Xiao Hong was watching the TV series about the domineering president falling in love with me on the sofa. Seeing Ji Zhaoran and Ning Zhi'an entered the door together, she quickly covered Yang Yang's eyes and floated out with her.

Ji Zhaoran thought that Ning Zhian forgot to turn off the TV when he went out, so he didn't pay much attention.He pushed him onto the sofa, and was about to go to the kitchen to find some honey to make water. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a corner of white paper hidden under the sofa, and Ji Zhaoran picked it up casually.

A few lines of words were neatly written on the paper, as if doing a fill-in-the-blank question.

The topic is——Where did the bad embryo Ji Zhaoran fall in love with me?

1. Young and beautiful: He wants an old cow to eat young grass.

2. Lively and cute: He is old and likes to be more lively.

3. Fresh and delicious: He is obsessed with lust, and he will not hesitate to spend the rest of the day just to soak up my little fresh meat.

Ning Zhi'an still didn't know that his crime had been discovered by the person involved. He hugged the pillow sleepily, went to the bathroom to wash in a daze, and muttered in a low voice: "Strange, why is Xiaohong so tall today?"

Ji Zhaoran's fingers tightened, and he crumpled a piece of paper, the real Xiaohong trembled as she watched from the window.

She couldn't bear to look directly at the tragic scene in the room, so she took Yangyang downstairs to play in the snow, and suddenly found that the word "poor" she taught Yangyang to write in the morning had been erased.

Xiaohong stomped her feet angrily, thinking how poor the person who ruined her character is, she is so sensitive in her heart, she can't even see a word poor!

In the room, after calming down for a while, Ji Zhaoran slowly flattened the piece of paper, picked up a pen from the coffee table, and began to write on the back of the paper.

One-on-one tutoring by a famous teacher, personally answering Ning Zhian's questions, evaluating them one by one, and telling him what he really likes about him.

Suddenly there was a sound of water in the bathroom, Ji Zhaoran was convinced, how can a glass of cocktail make people like this.

He walked to the bathroom door, fearing that the people inside would not hear him, he knocked on the door and said loudly, "Be careful, don't slip and fall in the shower."

There was a surprised murmur from the bathroom: "Why did I hear Teacher Ji's voice, am I dreaming?"

Ji Zhaoran thought goodbye, he did something utterly unconscionable, and he still met this horrible thing in his dream.

After a while, the bathroom door opened, and a small wet head popped out of the dense water vapor.Drops of water flowed across the pink earlobe, and formed a small concave puddle at the delicate and thin collarbone.

In the hot and humid air, Ji Zhaoran's skin as far as he could see was steamed into a layer of watery pink.

Further down... blocked by a door.

Ning Zhi'an seemed to want to confirm, he touched Xia Ji Zhaoran's handsome face drunkenly, and then touched the protruding Adam's apple from the sharp chin, and he asked confidently: "Why do I even dream of you? Can you give me that?" A little personal space for me?"

The moist water vapor entangled the breath of the two people, kneading them together ambiguously.Ji Zhaoran's face and neck were covered with a layer of water. It was the first time he took care of a drunk person, but he didn't expect that the embarrassed person would become himself.

Ji Zhaoran grabbed the hand that was doing evil, and said angrily: "You love me so much, you think about it every day and dream about it at night."

Ning Zhi'an thought hard for a while, but for a while she couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.He asked proudly, "Then did you bring a sweater?"

Ji Zhaoran couldn't take it anymore: "You want a sweater so much? I knit it. If you don't like me, I'll kill you on the spot."

The little star said in seconds: "I'm sorry, mentioning the ban is too hurtful, I will take it as you have withdrawn."

Two seconds later, Ning Zhi'an felt something was wrong again, he stared at the corners of his eyes reddened by water vapor from the crack of the door, and protested: "No, why should I still be bullied by you in my dream?"

Ji Zhaoran was convinced, and coaxed softly, "Ancestor, can we put on our clothes and talk, if you catch a cold, you won't feel uncomfortable, but I will feel sorry for you."

Ning Zhi'an blinked, looked down at herself, her ears turned red, and ignorantly scolded Ji Zhaoran: "Bad embryo."

"Fuck you." Ji Zhaoran coaxed people patiently all night, and when he heard Ning Zhi'an scolding "bad embryo" himself, his tolerance disappeared in an instant.He gritted his voice and asked, "Are you looking for grass?"