I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an couldn't sit still immediately, and took out her phone resolutely, ignoring Xiao Hong who was jumping in anger outside.

Ji Zhaoran still maintained the posture of carrying the pillow, and was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"I'll send Yuanyuan a WeChat message to ask." Ning Zhi'an lowered her eyes, quickly tapped the screen with her slender fingers, and explained: "She is on night shift tonight, so she shouldn't be asleep right now."

Ji Zhaoran rarely showed a trace of confusion: "Who is Yuanyuan?"

"The nurse at the doctor's desk," Ning Zhi'an thought for a while, and described, "It's the girl with the biggest eyes, she looks cute when she smiles."

Ji Zhaoran almost squeezed the pillow into a vacuum——

I remember that Yuanyuan had big eyes, added Yuanyuan WeChat, and knew that Yuanyuan had night shift tonight.

"Single Dad's Courtship Collection" is really a lot to watch, right?

His eyes were gloomy, and he closed the curtains with a cold face, completely isolating the two worlds inside and outside: "Stop posting, my head doesn't hurt anymore."

"Don't shy away from medical treatment." Ning Zhi'an said reproachfully.

"My head really doesn't hurt," Ji Zhaoran said blankly, "I just came to sleep with you."

"Just fooling people." Ning Zhi'an didn't believe it.

Ji Zhaoran said without changing his face: "I'm not human to lie to you."

"Really?" Ning Zhi'an's tone was suspicious, but there was a hint of complacency in her beautiful eyes, and she complained, "Why are you so clingy? Now I don't want to stay alone in an empty room. After that——"

"What's next?" Ji Zhaoran threw the pillow on the bed and looked at him with a half-smile.

Ning Zhian hugged the quilt wisely and rolled around, made room for Ji Zhaoran, and said solemnly: "Please."

On a quiet summer night, the air conditioner beeps softly, and the wall lamp quietly illuminates a corner of the room.

Ning Zhi'an half curled up in Ji Zhaoran's arms, secretly opened his eyes to look at the person in front of him from time to time.

Different from the relatively soft aesthetics of the mainstream in the entertainment industry, Ji Zhaoran has high browbones, a nose bridge that looks like a gun, and jaw lines that are almost gorgeous, with an unforgettable sharpness.

Ning Zhi'an licked her lips, and whispered eagerly, "Are you asleep?"

Ji Zhaoran's arms tightened, and he held him closer. His voice was full of laziness and joy, and he said in a good mood: "I didn't sleep."

"I didn't sleep either." Ning Zhi'an said another nonsense. "In that case, why not..."

Under Ji Zhaoran's incomprehensible gaze, Ning Zhi'an cleared his throat, eager to try, "Let me tell you a bedtime story."

Ji Zhaoran smiled: "...you say it."

Ning Zhi'an was very encouraged, and slowly opened his mouth in the dim light: "There used to be a ghost, he was a bit annoying, but he was a very loyal ghost, his name was White White..."

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

Ji Zhaoran commented: "The name doesn't sound like some serious ghost."

Opportunities are for those who are prepared. Now is the right time, place and people, which is just right for Ning Zhian to plan ahead. "Actually, White White has a very high status in the underworld. It may scare you to say it!"

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

"At that time, there were no entertainment activities in the underworld, and they all liked to read the story books. By chance, many ghosts suddenly received the story books from Yangjian. The stories in the world are much more exciting than those in the underworld...they all liked it very much. , but the little scholar who wrote the storybook didn’t know this, he just thought he was cheated by unscrupulous profiteers, but in fact he couldn’t get any money at all! So he didn’t like to write any more.”

Ji Zhaoran frowned: "They didn't pay?"

Ning Zhi'an emphasized again: "Don't interrupt me, I've told you that this is a very long story!" He stopped thinking, and what to do if he got confused.

"They were very anxious because they couldn't read the script... Think about it, the little scholar's writing is so wonderful, it's not much better than their own writing of the pretty girl with a cold face ghost king, and then they sent Bai White to find the one in Yangjian Little scholar..."

He was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep, only to be woken up by Ji Zhaoran pinching his arm.

Ning Zhi'an opened her eyes in confusion, and heard Ji Zhaoran's somewhat uncertain tone: "Who wrote The Pretty Girl of the Ghost King?"

Ning Zhi'an: "That's all?" Shake him awake and ask this? ? ?

Ji Zhaoran: "...Yes."

"Anyway, Ning Zhi'an didn't write it." He turned over, turned his head and continued to sleep.

Maybe because the story was told too seriously, Ning Zhi'an's dreams were a bit messy.

For a while I dreamed that I was a scholar who couldn't carry it on my shoulders, and for a while I turned into a smashing star. The buildings in the CBD are all with my name.

Ning Zhi'an dreamed that she was a smash hit, but it wasn't considered inflated——

After the video was released, Ning Zhian became a household name. Many netizens complained that in their WeChat family groups, elders posted articles about him on the official account - "Ning Zhian should be born, such a child is proud"

He roughly counted, and during this period of time alone, he had gained several million fans.

However, compared to other stars, his fan base structure is more complex, composed of book fans, drama fans and Yan fans, and small-scale civil wars often occur.

While scolding Ren Yushan, the book fans eagerly begged him to write a new article.

The drama fans were very dissatisfied with this. There were quite a few book fans who scolded him at the beginning, but now that they know that Ning Zhi'an is doing well, they still want their darling to devote their energy to writing books. Why?

Only Yanfen is the happiest, no matter what Ning Zhian wants to do, as long as they post a photo, they will be happy for several days.

Ning Zhi'an's popularity and popularity among the people have skyrocketed, and his workload has also increased by leaps and bounds. Endorsements, scripts, and fashion magazines have thrown olive branches at him, and media invitations have continued one after another, almost waiting until the end of autumn.

Ji Zhaoran was discharged from the hospital, and Ning Zhian's half-month vacation was over, and he began to return to work busy. On the first day, he was quite frightened by the battle.

Tao Yuan replied to the work information without changing her expression: "Can top streamers be like others?"

Ning Zhi'an didn't think that he was considered top-notch, but he could also feel that his situation was really different from before, which even made him a little at a loss.

Tao Yuan: "Let me tell you this, if you ask Lu Yuning to call you Dad now, he will immediately write you into the family tree."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Tao Yuan: "This is his exact words."

"..." Ning Zhi'an twitched the corners of his lips: "President Lu really doesn't see the outside world."

He sat in the company all morning, and many celebrities came to say hello one after another. Their attitudes were as warm as brothers who had been separated for many years. Ning Zhi'an was really not good at dealing with such situations, so he hurriedly slipped out after the meeting.

The nanny car was driving smoothly on the way to the magazine office.

Ning Zhi'an leaned against the car window sadly, and said old-fashionedly: "The heights are extremely cold, and I have added another worry."

The entertainment industry competes for fame and fortune. I don’t know how many people pray day and night to be able to stand on a high ground. Tao Yuan doesn’t comment on Ning Zhi’an’s cowardly mentality, and says sternly: “Be optimistic, Shen Luoze’s life will also be different. It's hard, think about it this way, don't you feel much more comfortable?"

Because of protecting Ning Zhi'an back then, netizens loved Shen Luoze and Aiwu and Wudi a little more.

In the past, he mocked him as an idiot to rush into the factory, but now he praises this kid as a fool.

I used to persuade him to get a brain transplant as soon as possible if he had the money, but now people who say that he is wise and stupid are like this.

Shen Luoze's not-so-intelligent persona completely stood up. Hearing that 8 Walnuts would not hesitate to spend a lot of money, they would definitely ask him to speak for him, claiming that he fits well with the brand's tonality, and they will definitely be able to create brilliance together.

Thinking about it this way, Ning Zhi'an really felt a lot more comfortable: "When he announces his endorsement, I will also buy a few boxes and post a Weibo to support it."

"No," Tao Yuan stopped him: "Do you know how much you pay for a Weibo now?"

Just kidding, he didn't even know that he could still ask for money for posting on Weibo. Tao Yuan gestured with a number, and everyone in Ning Zhi'an was a little flustered: "How am I worth this price? Originally, I wanted to serialize some points on Weibo." Little story."

Tao Yuan wanted to pour the water out of his head: "Which celebrity do you see writing novels on Weibo?"

"Can the top-tier be the same as others?" Ning Zhi'an is quick to apply what he has learned.

"The top stream is different from others. Why do you think those endorsements and scripts are so eager to seek cooperation, because they like your image. You can make them look expensive, and they can also make you more valuable." Tao Yuan Said: "There are a lot of people who are popular, and things about you, whether they are good or bad, will be multiplied and fermented."

"You write again. If you can surpass the night pull the wind, then of course everyone will be happy, but are you sure? If you can't, you have handed over the flaws to your opponent and black fans with your own hands."

Tao Yuan sighed softly: "Speak less and do less to avoid incidents."

Ning Zhi was quiet for a while, and asked, "Will there be no right and wrong if I don't write?"

Tao Yuan knew the answer to this question, but couldn't say it.

Ning Zhi'an said seriously: "Sister Tao Yuan, I don't want to be a perfect idol who is controlled everywhere."

"I'm not perfect. I'm greedy and cowardly. I'm so cowardly. I'm afraid of being criticized. I've only been brave for myself once in my life." Ning Zhi'an pursed her lips lightly, her eyelashes drooping, and she was so beautiful that it made people tremble. : "In the past, I was notorious and lost the courage to write. Now that I am popular, I want to be a glamorous puppet for the sake of stability. Then where do I put myself?"

"I am willing to make myself better for people who like me, but I don't want to wear a false mask and pretend to be invulnerable."

Ning Zhi'an's voice was very soft: "I just want to write in an upright manner, it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad."

In fact, Ning Zhi'an wanted to say that he would rather not be so popular. He has low material desires and can be satisfied with food. For him, this kind of life is like licking honey on the edge of a knife.

But such words were too hurtful, and he didn't want to tell Tao Yuan.

Tao Yuan remained silent, and Ning Zhi'an didn't say any more, a slightly depressing atmosphere enveloped the carriage.

Tao Yuan said slowly, "You're right."

"Write what you want, you should be defined by yourself. You are different from others, I was the same as the rules..." She took out her mobile phone while talking, and was going to contact a psychiatrist first, before unlocking the screen , and was hugged firmly by Ning Zhian.

"Thank you sister Tao Yuan!" Ning Zhi'an smiled openly, wishing she could grow her tail and shake it.

Tao Yuan suffered from a headache, she pulled out her hand and patted him on the back: "Don't hurt me, you, let Ji Zhaoran see it so you don't make a fuss."

Ning Zhi'an was a little excited, urgently needed someone to talk to, and was looking forward to getting some advice, so she couldn't wait to make an appointment with Zou Mo in three days.

The location is a private kitchen restaurant that requires reservations, in a quiet courtyard in the city center.

The ancient rockery fell on the gurgling stream, and the whole yard was filled with the smell of damp vegetation. When Ning Zhi'an arrived, Zou Mo was feeding the fish under the moonlight.

Zou Mo poured out half a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Have a taste?"

Ning Zhi'an took a small sip, but his mouth was full of bitterness. He felt like a wild boar who couldn't chew the chaff. He really couldn't tell the truth, so he had no choice but to say, "I still like to drink Coke."

Zou Mo laughed loudly: "I also think Coke tastes good."

He summoned the waiter, removed the tea and ordered two more bottles of Coke, and drank a glass of Coke with Ning Zhian under the waiter's inexplicable gaze.

Ning Zhi'an wiped his mouth contentedly: "One more bottle!"

This time Ning Zhi'an didn't drink in such a hurry, he handed a thick stack of saved manuscripts to Zou Mo.This is his serialized article in the underworld, just right to listen to Zou Mo's opinion.

Zou Mo put on his glasses and carefully flipped through the pages.

Ning Zhi'an was a little nervous, he held the cold bottle and talked to himself, his voice was like a layer of cool mist.

"Actually, I know very well that "Winding the Long Wind at Night" is not that good. It just received too much affection from readers for various reasons, and it has gained a reputation far beyond what it deserves." Ning Zhi'an didn't expect Zou Mo responded, more like talking to himself: "If there was no such thing as before, as a small author, I would serialize normally, and it might just be a not-so-bad novel."

"But I still like to write," Ning Zhi'an said softly.

If there were readers from the underworld present, they would definitely scold Ning Zhian for thinking this way. They would all like to have "I swear I only read novels by unemployed starlets" tattooed on their bodies. How can this person still not recognize himself so clearly!

Zou Mo took the time to look up from the dense text, his glasses slid halfway down, and Ning Zhi'an lost all sadness as soon as he opened his mouth: "I stayed up all night to teach you to write passionate scenes, so you can write like this?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Zou Mo asked in a business-like manner without being ambiguous: "What about feelings, tension, atmosphere, and physical hints? It doesn't mean that you need to be more erotic, but you were too confident in the first half of the bedding, and I wish you were really blessed. You have to show off your skills and write on your face."

Ning Zhi'an touched his nose guiltily. He was really confident when he wrote this paragraph, thinking that he had become a master.

"The result is like this? Then you might as well just write after one night."

If you want to write a good emotional drama, it is difficult to bypass the issue of sex. At that time, Zou Mo didn't know that the netizen opposite was Ning Zhi'an. When teaching him to write emotional dramas, he used his own cp text as an example.

Ning Zhi'an asked loudly: "I look at my fanart, can I learn it well?!"

Zou Mo debunked him plainly: "You clearly saw that it was past four o'clock at night."

Ning Zhi'an became angry and began to criticize: "I'm dissatisfied, there is no child who is a master hacker at the age of five. Your main drama is well written, but the plot of the cp article is really exaggerated."

"The purpose is different. When I'm tired of writing a drama, I want to write something that doesn't bother me." Zou Mo rubbed his eyebrows, showing a little tiredness which is rare.

"Oh." Ning Zhi'an's arrogance was extinguished in an instant, and he added: "Actually, the cp text is also pretty good."

Zou Mo smiled, and spread out the manuscript again. The black and white text flashed through his eyes like a vivid picture. Ning Zhi'an has a strong personal style, but his writing experience is relatively weak, and the words he writes are amazing and fragile. .If he points too much, it will only be self-defeating.

"Hurry up and finish writing, I can't wait to see the next plot." After watching quietly for a long time, Zou Mo encouraged in the most subtle and straightforward way.

Before Ning Zhi'an could be happy, he heard Zou Mo's tone of obvious disgust: "But sexual tension is really bad, you go back and find twenty books that make you blush and heartbeat, and summarize them well."

Ning Zhi'an: "...Oh."

Zou Mo has never worried about other people's passionate scenes in his life, and he stressed tiredly: "Don't send me the impression after watching it, just experience it yourself, thank you for me."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

The two chatted for a long time. The content of the chat ranged from the support and encouragement of the seniors to the one-way scolding of the current situation of the crew, from the director to the actors to the investors, and Zou Mo counted them one by one.

Ning Zhi'an sat like a quail, not daring to breathe. When Zou Mo finally got enough of scolding and went home, it was almost nine o'clock.

After sending Zou Mo away, Ning Zhi'an took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat friend a password: 1

The other party reacted very quickly and replied immediately: 2

Finding a quiet corner, Ning Zhi'an dialed the other party's video call, the screen changed, and two little jiujiu on the sheep's head appeared on the screen.

The background is the edge of the balcony of Ning Zhi's home, Yang Yang is sitting on the railing, Qing Lingling looks at him without blinking.

Ning Zhi'an lived with Ji Zhaoran for a few days, and through very careful observation, he found out some rules.

Ji Zhaoran's physique of "avoiding ghosts" is from time to time.

The specific performance is: when facing Xiaohong, there is, but when facing Yangyang, there is no.

Ning Zhi'an thought, maybe Ji Zhaoran is a very kind person in his heart, so he wouldn't hurt the "weak" when he was unconscious.

After listening to Ning Zhi'an's analysis, Xiao Hong was so angry that she ran away from home.

Yangyang is very conscious and will not take the initiative to provoke humans. After understanding the relationship between the two, Yangyang insists that Ji Zhaoran is her future stepmother, and dare not offend him. These days, they get along very "harmoniously" with Ji Zhaoran.

Ning Zhi'an smiled at the screen: "Is Yangyang good today?"

Sheep nodded affirmatively.

Ning Zhi'an asked again: "Is Uncle good today?"

Yang Yang hesitated for a moment, then the screen flickered, and the camera pointed at the living room, Ji Zhaoran arrived home before Ning Zhian, and was sitting lazily on the sofa with a laptop on his lap, apparently looking at some documents.

Relying on Ji Zhaoran's inability to hear the cell phone in the underworld, Ning Zhi'an affirmed: "It seems that uncle is also good."

He opened the car door and got into the back seat, with a joyful tone: "I'll be home in a while."

After hanging up the video, Yangyang returned to the living room lightly, sat quietly in the toy corner and played with his own, and secretly looked at Ji Zhaoran with wide eyes from time to time.

She looked so seriously that she didn't even realize that her toy ball had fallen from her hand. It was only when the toy ball slowly rolled down to Ji Zhaoran's feet that she opened her mouth in disbelief——

A slender and beautiful hand grabbed the ball, turned it around twice, and threw the ball back to the small basket beside her without any errors.

"Come here." Ji Zhaoran said lazily with his hands on his temples.

Yang Yang was flustered, and ran away subconsciously, wanting to go out to find Ning Zhi'an to make a small report.

This person can actually see himself and his toys! ! !

Ji Zhaoran gave a "tsk" impatiently, and repeated: "Come back, or I will abduct your father and never let you see each other again."

Poor Yang Yang was so frightened by the vicious stepmother that her eyes were red, and she had to stand in front of Ji Zhaoran humiliatingly.

Ji Zhaoran was flipping through "How many steps does it take to convince a partner □□", and asked: "Ning Zhi'an is your father? The one you recognize later."

Sheep nodded.

Ji Zhaoran sneered, no wonder he asked himself in the middle of the night if he liked children, so he was planning ahead here.

"You know my relationship with your father, right?"

Ji Zhaoran asked himself and answered: "Very good, we will be together for a long time in the future."

Sheep: "..."

"So, I think it's necessary for you and I to develop a relationship, so that your father won't be embarrassed."

Yangyang showed a hint of expectation, and then raised his face reservedly.

"Do you want to talk? I can let you talk." Ji Zhaoran threw out the bait and asked for a reward unceremoniously: "But you still have to call me Dad."

"..." In Yangyang's heart, there can only be one father. She pointed to Ji Zhaoran, took out her notebook, and wrote the word "Mom" distortedly, negotiating with him silently—this was her last father. compromised.

"You want to call me mom?" Ji Zhaoran asked, "Taught by Ning Zhi'an?"

Yangyang couldn't explain so many complicated things, so he reluctantly nodded.

Ji Zhaoran stared at the "Single Parents' Courtship Collection", and felt strangely satisfied, but it didn't last long, and he added another one to Ning Zhian's crime in his heart:

Carry him on the outside and pretend 1.

Ji Zhaoran stared thoughtfully at the green handwriting on the notebook: "You don't know how to write?" He suddenly became kind: "Do you want me to teach you?"

Of course Yangyang couldn't ask for it, and sat obediently on the small chair, learning stroke by stroke seriously.

After finishing writing, Ji Zhaoran folded up his cuffs and asked calmly, "It's very well written, do you want to take a photo to commemorate it?"

Yang Yang did not suspect him, showing eight teeth to the camera.

After the filming, Ji Zhaoran said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I can't show it to your father yet. This is a secret between me and you. If he knows now that I can see you, he may quarrel with me."

"Maybe he will find another stepmother for you, but he may not be as kind as me. You know Snow White, you have to be careful."

The little ghost was so frightened that his eyes were red, and he heard Ji Zhaoran's kind proposal: "But you can send it to the red dress. If she sees it, she must be very happy for you."

Yangyang managed to cheer up, and after hearing what Ji Zhaoran said, she found Xiaohong from her friends and sent the photo to her.

In the photo, Yangyang is smiling happily and contentedly while holding a notebook. The four large characters on it are eye-catching——

Home safe, do not return.