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Wang Ping's words were not loud, but at night, the sound transmission was far away, and Ji Zou could hear them clearly.

Not only did Ji Zuo clearly hear Wang Ping's voice, he also heard his own heart beating crazily.

Ji Zou stared at Wang Ping closely, with an almost irresistible desire in his eyes.

Ji Zuo raised his foot and slowly took a step towards Wang Ping. His hands were clenched and trembling, as if he was enduring something.

"Haha." Wang Ping felt the snow he grabbed just now melt in his hand, patted the water, and sang affectionately to Ji Zuo, "You look so pretty when you smile! Like a spring flower~"

Ji Zou: "..."

The moment Wang Ping sang the Douyin Divine Comedy, Ji Zuo became sober and let out a breath.

Not yet.

Almost made a mistake.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo sighed, shook his head, and walked towards Wang Ping in the same tone as usual, "You should use less Douyin..."

"Why?" Wang Ping resolutely refused, "What's wrong with Douyin? Douyin is really really really good."

You are really really really drunk.

While talking, Ji Zuo had already walked to Wang Ping's side, and nodded like a child: "Yes, yes, Douyin is very good, and you are also very good. Let's go back and use Douyin, okay?"

While talking, Ji Zou took out a tissue and handed it to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping didn't answer, and stood up and asked, "What is this?"

"Paper." Ji Zuo stuffed the napkin into Wang Ping's hands. The snow melted and wet the small piece of paper towel, making his tentacles feel cold. "Hands are covered with snow. I'll catch a cold later."

"Oh……"

Wang Ping wiped his hands, and followed Ji Zuo, because he was half drunk and half awake, he walked unsteadily all the way, and he beat to death those who refused to admit that they were drunk.

Ji Zuo was worried all the way, and finally brought him to the door of the room. Before he could ask about the room card, the door of Wang Ping's room was opened.

Ji Zeyang and Ji Zuo had a face-to-face meeting, a trace of astonishment flashed across the big manager's face, and then he hid it well.

"Teacher Ji." Ji Zeyang greeted with a smile, "You are back."

"Well, brother Wang Ping and I went out to eat and drank some wine just now; brother Wang Ping seems a little drunk, please take care of me."

"Who do you think is drunk?" Wang Ping was cueed by Ji, and a head popped out from behind him in dissatisfaction, frowning, "I'm not drunk, okay?"

"I'm not drunk yet, so hurry up and let me in."

Ji Zeyang came out with a headache, took Wang Ping's arm and helped him in.

Wang Ping refused to let Ji go to help him, and of course he shook off Ji Zeyang's hand without discrimination.

Ji Zuo's eyes stayed on the staggering Wang Ping all the time, watching him walk in all the way, until his figure was blocked by the wall, he reluctantly looked away.

Ji Zeyang and him looked away at about the same time, and happened to see the scene where Ji Zuo was staring at Wang Ping's back.

Ji Zeyang: "..."

Ji Zuo knew that he was seen by Ji Zeyang, but he still looked natural and bowed humbly: "Brother Zeyang, I will go first."

"Hey wait, that..." Ji Zeyang subconsciously called out to Ji Zou.

"Brother Zeyang?" Ji Zou paused, looked at Ji Zeyang sincerely, and waited for him to speak.

"Xiang Jie..." Ji Zeyang whispered, observing Ji Zuo's reaction.

Here's the thing.

As Wang Ping's manager, Ji Zeyang didn't tell Wang Ping that there was a third audition because he hoped that Wang Ping would be calm, but it didn't mean he wouldn't help Wang Ping control public opinion.

Ji Zeyang has been monitoring and preparing for whether Xiang Jie will take advantage of the problem to push Wang Ping down.

Ji Zeyang basically obtained the information as soon as Ji Zou found out.

Manager Ji has always been proud and arrogant. He dared to prepare for an artist who would hurt him like this. Even if it was just a preparation, he would let the other party know what it means to "walk around without eating".

Therefore, after signing the contract, Ji Zeyang came to look for Wang Ping, and at the same time specially booked the first-deck cabin that can use wifi, just to direct the studio to let Xiang Jie's matter completely ferment. Get out of the crew, and then out of the entertainment industry.

There is nothing wrong with this plan, the only problem is:

Someone was one step ahead of him and did what he wanted to do.

The marketing account and behind-the-scenes man who did this...

Others don't know, but Ji Zeyang knows, it's the person from Ji Zou's side.

"Xiang Jie?" Ji Zuo interrupted Ji Zeyang's meditation and asked him.

Ji Zeyang frowned, as if he didn't want to understand something, but he still shook his head, "Forget it, it's nothing, you should go to bed early."

Ji Zuo didn't doubt that he was there, said good night, turned and went back to the room.

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As soon as Ji Zou closed the door, he went straight to the cabinet, took out the hangover medicine packaged in a paper bag, unpacked a pack and put it in a small teacup, and took the health pot to the bathroom to collect water.

Amidst the rushing water, Ji Zuo thought of Ji Zeyang's hesitant expression just now.

80.00%, Wang Ping's agent may have discovered his thoughts on Wang Ping.

but.

Ji Zuo smiled as he stared at the white foam that was rolling in the water in the kettle.

Regardless of whether the agent discovers it or not, Brother Wang Ping will be mine.

While thinking about it, the kettle was filled with water, Ji walked out of the bathroom, put the water on it, and the health-preserving pot soon made the sound of boiling water.

Ji Zou watched the water boil, a little bored while waiting, so he opened Weibo.

As soon as I went online to refresh, I saw Wang Ping's official announcement blog post on the official movie blog earlier tonight.

Ji Zuo supported the marble countertop with one hand, canceled his private attention to Wang Ping, and replaced it with public attention.

Wang Ping's fans +1, and after a while, a blog post reposting the official announcement appeared on Ji Zou's Weibo homepage.

@演员内走: [@turnon王平; brother, please give me your advice. (With the picture, Wang Ping is rolling a snowball, smiling innocently. jpg)]

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Before taking a bath, Wang Ping filled two large bottles of water and soaked in the bathroom for more than an hour. When he came out, the alcohol had evaporated a lot and he was a little more sober.

It was replaced by a sudden headache, and Wang Ping's head hurt uncomfortably. After running out, he got into the quilt and leaned on the pillow.

Wang Ping leaned sleepily on the pillow, dimmed the bedside lamp a bit, flipped the script on his lap, his fingertips touching the pages were sickly pale.

"I almost jumped in to get you." Ji Zeyang turned off the computer, came over with a board of hangover medicine, and placed it next to Wang Ping, "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

"I'll review tomorrow's scene." Wang Ping frowned, obviously uncomfortable, but his eyes were focused on the script, "In case the filming fails tomorrow, it's over."

Ji Zeyang knew that Wang Ping was always working hard.

Before Turnon formed a group, he practiced until the mirror fogged up every night before sleeping for a while, so he didn't persuade him, but just stroked his hair to show comfort: "Okay, remember to take medicine before going to bed, and go to bed early."

"Understood." Wang Ping said, "You too, brother Zeyang."

Ji Zeyang smiled and helped him turn up the light a little bit.

Ji Zeyang closed the door softly when he went out, and walked all the way to the elevator entrance. While waiting for the elevator, Ji Zeyang swiped through Weibo—then, he saw the tag #内走化爱王平#. It flew to the ninth place in the hot search.

Ji Zeyang: "..."

Ji Zeyang clicked on the topic and inspected it, and immediately realized that the sudden hot search was caused by a candy that Ji Zuo just posted.

@委走Not necessarily the only genuine wife: [I lost it, Ji Zou, this is Ji Zou, playing in the snow with others at night after filming? ? ?This kind of treatment, I will ask you, who has had it?Who has? ? ? 】

Ji Zeyang searched the CP super chat list again, and in just one day, the two of them have already rushed to the eighth in the super chat ranking, which is no more than a rocket ride.

After flipping through a few microblogs, the elevator came. Ji Zeyang walked into the elevator and sorted out the matter carefully in the elevator shaft with no signal.

So... why did Ji Zuo do this?Just to borrow a couture?It's just a piece of clothing, does it need to be this level?

He didn't believe that a Venice-certified actor couldn't get a set of Aurora haute couture.

But if Ji Zou deliberately speculates on CP...

Well, Ji Zou, the best actor, and Wang Ping, the little prince in the fashion circle, it's hard for either of them to draw any dividends from the CP matter.

As for raising the bar?The two coffee positions themselves are about the same.

It can almost be said that they are a match made in heaven!

Hey, what an adjective.

Ji Zeyang rubbed his face, the elevator door opened, and he stepped out. The moment he left, Ji Zeyang suddenly thought of a possibility that he had already thought of before.

Is it true? ? ? ? ?

His exquisite pig really likes to mention a cabbage that he wrapped himself with a ribbon and came to touch porcelain?

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The exquisite Pengcier cabbage opened the door after hearing the "ding" sound of the elevator, took the hangover tea she had brewed a long time ago, and went to find Ji Zeyang's beautiful dog... Brother Wang Ping.

Afraid of disturbing Wang Ping's sleep, Ji Zuo only knocked on the door, and then waited quietly at the door.

There was no sound from the door, and Ji Zuo didn't leave. He waited for five or six minutes. Just as Ji Zuo was about to turn around, the door in front of him was pulled open.

Wang Ping leaned against the door frame with a sleepy expression, and was a little surprised when he saw Ji Zuo, and blurted out: "My God...someone really knocked on the door."

Wang Ping scratched his hair, a little dazed: "It's not my junior, why did you just knock on the door... I thought I was hallucinating, but it's good to come over and have a look."

Ji Zuo didn't answer Wang Ping's question, his gaze had been on Wang Ping's light lips from just now.

Not only his lips, Wang Ping's whole body was a little pale.

Wang Ping tilted his head against the door frame, his beautiful eyes were a little less bright, and his hair was a little messy, but it didn't look sloppy, but instead showed a delicate and weak beauty.

Others may find it beautiful.

Ji Zuo felt his heart tighten.

"I... afraid to disturb your sleep." Ji Zuo frowned, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, the wine feels sober." Wang Ping raised his hand and rubbed his brows, "I just have a headache."

"That's just right." Ji Zuo hurriedly picked up the small teacup in his hand, "I made sober tea, would you like some?"

Although Wang Ping had a headache, he could tell from the word "tea" that it was absolutely bitter!

Wang Ping retreated slowly: "Brother Zeyang gave me the medicine."

"Cure the symptoms, not the root cause." Ji Zuo refused to back down, "This tea was formulated for me by an old Chinese doctor, who said it was good for my health."

Wang Ping: "..."

Chinese medicine, it's over, it's even more bitter.

But Ji Zuo persisted until this point, and even if he refused, Wang Ping felt cowardly - after all, he was still a senior or something, how could he set such a bad example for his juniors.

Wang Ping took the teacup from Ji Zuo's hand with great hatred, held his breath, raised the teacup and poured it into his mouth as if dying.

The mouth area at the first bite—eh?

"Not bitter?" Wang Ping drank the first sip of Ganruquan's traditional Chinese medicine, looked at the teacup in disbelief, and took another sip—it was still not bitter.

Ji Zu smiled and watched Wang Ping drink the medicine.

Of course it's not bitter.

After Wang Ping said in Turnon's first year's variety show that he was afraid of suffering, he asked many people to make seasoning to ensure that this bowl of tea had no bitter taste at all.

"Well, isn't it bitter?" Ji Zuo said, "Brother Wang Ping, drink quickly, and rest early after drinking."

Everyone likes to drink sweet things, Wang Ping finished the tea in two gulps, wiped his mouth, and returned the teacup to Ji Zuo.

It was too late, Ji Zuo didn't stay any longer, and went back with the teacup.

Wang Ping walked back into the room. His head was still hurting after drinking the medicine, and he didn't have the energy to climb back to the bed. He picked up the script he had just brought, went to the sofa and fell down, lying on his stomach to read the script and muttering the lines.

However, after a while, the sweet medicine you drank took effect.

The nerves in Wang Ping's head that had been tangled together into a tangled mess seemed to be gently smoothed away by someone, and he felt much more comfortable.

After lying down for a while, Wang Ping felt that his head really didn't hurt. He stretched comfortably and got up, put the script on the sofa, and began to rehearse the segment to be performed tomorrow in the air.

After rehearsing four or five times in total, Wang Ping finally accepted the script and went to bed when the clock reached one o'clock.

Before going to bed, Wang Ping opened Weibo and saw a new at prompt as soon as he logged in.

"Ah." Wang Ping saw Ji Zou's retweeted Weibo, "When did you post the photo, I didn't say anything when I came here just now."

Now that Ji Zuo had posted the photos, Wang Ping would of course reciprocate.

Who hasn't clicked on each other's photos on their mobile phones?

Wang Ping added a movie filter to Ji Zuo's smile just captured, raised his hand, and clicked to post a new Weibo.

@turnon王平: [@actor Ji Zou Shidi!Fist! (Ji walks in the snow and smiles.JPG)]

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Although I went to bed very late on the first day, I still have to get up as early as possible the next day.

Wang Ping routinely couldn't open his eyes in the morning, and leaned on the chair. Only when Ji Zuo delivered his breakfast could he eat it smoothly.

Ji Zou was sitting next to Wang Ping, and just as he was about to put his head on, Tang Jialin rushed in with his mobile phone in his hand.

"Boss, Brother Tong..."

Ji Zuo answered the phone, before he could speak, Tong Le rushed out of the phone with a fussy and loud voice:

"Boss, look at the hot search list on Weibo."

"You and Wang Ping, you, that, are amazing!!"

The author has something to say: Ji Zeyang: One is jumping back and forth between CP and I am a professional agent and I can’t CP.man.

[Pat on the shoulders] Let's be bold, you've said it all—the right family is a match, isn't it?