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If it's not too crowded here, if it's not...

After hearing Wang Ping's request, Ji Zuo almost couldn't restrain himself, he even lowered his head towards Wang Ping, his lips were almost touching his forehead.

But the next moment, Ji Zuo saw the mask Wang Ping was wearing.

Ji Zuo's rationality was hooked back, and he came back to his senses. He took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera.

Just as Ji Zuo was about to shoot, Wang Ping lightly pressed his hand again.

"Don't." Wang Ping stopped, "The light here is not good, go out to shoot, outside...it looks better outside."

Ji Zuo's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes darkened, and finally said: "...OK."

Then, after queuing up for three hours of Caribbean sea rafting, no one had time to care about what Captain Jack said. .

The place with the best view is just where you can see the castle. The two stopped, Ji Zuo turned on the camera, Wang Ping pulled off his mask, and made a "V" towards the camera.

Wang Ping and Ji Zou are very handsome, and Ji Zou specially installed a beauty camera that everyone said was good, and after a click——

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou's camera with a complex expression, opened the photo in disbelief, and after careful observation, took a deep breath.

"What the hell is this!!!" Wang Ping became irritable, "How can you take pictures of people so that they don't look like people at all!!!"

Ji Zou: "..."

I'm sorry, but the film king really doesn't know how to take selfies. If it wasn't for business contacts, he wished he couldn't use his mobile phone.

"Forget it, forget it, don't be discouraged, if you don't accumulate steps, you can't go a thousand miles." Wang Ping told Ji Zuo, and seeing his junior's face was not good, he quickly persuaded him, "I used to take ugly pictures, but later Brother Zeyang specially asked someone to teach me."

"Yeah." Ji Zou smiled.

During that time, he knew that Wang Ping’s fans were mourning all over his Weibo every day, and there were only two things they shouted. The first one, brother, please take off the beauty camera. Uglier.

The second thing is that my brother doesn’t know how to take selfies. You don’t need to force yourself to take selfies. He can take pictures, and he can take pictures with the landline. We don’t mind! ! !

Then one day, Wang Ping's selfie technology improved by leaps and bounds. Although he still couldn't change the set of looking at the sky sadly at a 45-degree angle, but...

Now, the people who have advanced by leaps and bounds have raised the front-facing lens of the iPhone, adjusted a filter slightly, and lifted it up.

"Come closer." Wang Ping made adjustments, and found that the castle was not enough to fill it from any angle.

"it is good."

Ji walked and said, and stood a little towards Wang Ping.

"It needs to be closer." Wang Ping adjusted the angle carefully, without looking at Ji Zuo's situation.

Ji Zuo glanced at the distance between himself and Wang Ping - it was already very close, if it was any closer, it would be pasted.

But…….

This is what Wang Ping himself requested.

According to Wang Ping's request, Ji Zou took a step forward; the two of them were almost stuck together, and Ji Zou was a little unsteady, so he raised his hand and wrapped his arms around Wang Ping's shoulders.

The next moment, Ji Zuo tilted his head to Wang Ping, and the hair of the two people bordered each other, as if they were one person.

The moment Ji Zuo put his arm on his shoulder, Wang Ping felt that his ears were really getting familiar.

Wang Ping no longer cared about whether the castle could fit in, he quickly pressed the shutter, and only half of the Disney castle was captured.

"Finished?" Ji Zou put his arm around Wang Ping's shoulder and asked casually, "There is Weibo on the desktop, you can log in yourself."

After all, Wang Ping had two requests, one was to take a selfie and the other was to post on Weibo.

When Wang Ping heard Ji Zuo's words, his ears that were about to be familiar just now were completely familiar.

For something like Weibo, if you post a wrong sentence, the artist can die without a place to bury him. This person actually lets others post casually. It's really... really...

With red ears, Wang Ping ran out of Ji Zuo's arms and threw the phone to him.

"I'm not going to log in." Wang Ping lowered his head and pinched the Iron Man keychain, "You... you, you, you log in yourself! Send it yourself!"

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Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping's familiar ears, smiled, lowered his head, logged on to Weibo, and posted the photo.

Then, no matter how bloody it was on Weibo, just shut down Weibo.

After Ji Zou finished posting on Weibo, he raised his head and saw Wang Ping looking into the distance, in the direction of the Pirates of the Caribbean project.

Hey... how should I say it.

Just now I was so focused on taking selfies, I didn't care about what was in that project, whether it was fun or not.

Now that the selfie was finished, Wang Ping remembered the project just now, and felt as if he had been cut off from drinking, and he didn't remember anything at all.

Recommendations sent by friends include rough seas, ocean adventures, and the most fun Disney games—I don’t feel it, I don’t feel it at all.

Standing in line for three hours and finally playing lonely? ? ?

"Do you still want to play Pirates of the Caribbean?" Ji Zu saw what Wang Ping meant, and walked up to him, "Let's go, play again?"

"No, no, no..."

It was already afternoon when they came in, and there was another three hours of filming, so there was no chance of doing any other projects.

Even if he came back later, Wang Ping didn't want to waste Ji Zou's precious day like this.

"Let's go and look at other projects."

Just as Wang Ping was about to move forward, his wrist was pulled.

Wang Ping turned his head and looked at Ji Zou.

"Do you not want to play, or are you afraid of queuing?" Ji Zuo asked.

"..." Wang Ping didn't speak.

But this person's emotions are written all over his face, and he can't wait to put up a big-character poster to tell you: I don't want to line up, Ji Zou will understand everything after one glance at Wang Ping.

Ji Zuo smiled: "Then just go play again without queuing up."

"No queue...?" Wang Ping was a little at a loss.

"Yeah." Ji Zuo took Wang Ping's wrist and led him to the door, "Ordinary people's cosplay is over for now, let's start local tyrants' cosplay."

In fact, although Wang Ping just said that he wanted to play the normal mode, Ji Zuo also considered that he would get impatient in the queue.

So, he bought the exclusive service by the way - the principle of exclusive service is that it can be customized for more than three people, but in this kind of commercial amusement park, as long as the money is in place, there is no service that cannot be purchased.

The two went to the ticket office, and as soon as they entered, they saw the tour guide who had been waiting for them.

"This is..." Wang Ping was a little surprised.

"Our tour guide." Ji Zuo took the list of Zhang Zunxiang's services to Wang Ping, "Next, you can choose eight items to play without queuing up - and all the chapters, you can go to cover them."

"Thank you for waiting for a long time." After Ji Zuo explained, he turned around and said to the tour guide.

"No." The tour guide is very gentle, "I hope you have a good time in Disneyland."

Wang Ping stood aside and watched Ji Zou communicate with the tour guide. After a while, he lowered his head and smiled, folded the list of exclusive services and put it in the Donald Duck wallet Ji Zou gave him.

With the exclusive service tour guide, there is no need to queue up for popular projects. Wang Ping and Ji Zuo went to take the Pirates of the Caribbean project first.

This time, Wang Ping took a serious look at the project, and felt that it was really strong, and he was even able to take the first place in the park.

The eight items were selected, and it was not yet time for the amusement park to be closed for private use. Tonight's fireworks were reserved for private visitors, and the VIP viewing of the fireworks was cancelled, so the tour guide took them for a casual walk.

As night fell, Wang Ping took off his mask and sunglasses when he was less visible in the crowd.

As soon as Wang Ping took out his sunglasses, a little girl who came to play soon noticed him.

Wang Ping was standing at a hidden check-in point on the side of the street typing stamps on his notebook, while Ji Kuo was looking at his mobile phone. Just as the stamps were stamped, two boys walked over shoulder to shoulder.

"Yo! It's really Wang Ping! Let me tell you, today's trending photos look like they were taken by Disney." The boy said impolitely, "This is the first time I've seen a real star."

Wang Ping picked up his Disney passport, straightened his body, and frowned slightly.

Wang Ping thought of the hot search photo that the boy mentioned just now, probably the one on Ji Zou's Weibo, so he took a small step to block Ji Zou behind him.

Wang Ping glanced at Ji Zou from the corner of his eye—Ji Yingdi didn't take off his mask, so it should be more difficult to be recognized.

"Can we take a photo, please?" The boy's companion was also sloppy—although it was a request, but the tone was like the one that Wang Ping should sign for him.

While speaking, the boy had already taken out his mobile phone.

Wang Ping frowned, he really didn't want to talk to these two people, but if he didn't treat this kind of amateurs who came to ask for autographs well, maybe tomorrow, a pot of playing big names would be thrown directly on his head.

Just like now, a group of people have vaguely gathered around him watching.

"Others are tourists today, why do you have to be photographed by others." A little girl in the crowd said loudly, "And your tone is too bad, right?"

"Yes, yes." The person who wanted to take the photo didn't know what shame was, and immediately said, "I apologize to the big star, then, can you, please, do me a favor and take a photo of me?"

... This sentence is even more exaggerated.

But forget it.

There's no point in arguing or arguing with this kind of person.

Wang Ping sighed, and just about to agree, he suddenly felt his neck being hooked, and the next moment, a person taller than him stood in front of him.

Ji Zou took off his mask and shook his head: "No way."

"Such a big name..." the boy muttered.

"It's not a big name." Ji Zuo smiled, and looked at Donald who was posing in the distance, "We are in Disney, and Disney must have a photo ticket to take pictures."

As Ji Zou said, he raised his mobile phone and gave the unkind boy a look.

A painting software was opened on it, and a square piece of paper was painted like a peach charm, and a letter was written - "photo coupon."

Ji Zuo turned the phone around and pinched it in the palm of his hand.

"Did you see it?" Ji Zuo said, "I've contracted out all of Wang Ping's photo coupons today."

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God! ! ! !What a romantic way to say it! ! ! !

The little girl who jumped out to speak for Wang Ping just blushed—it was simply too romantic, too Disney, okay? !

This kind of scum, if you hate him, he will argue with you even more, but in a fairytale place like Disney, if you talk to him with Disney's logic, no matter how messy he is, he will appear to be too low-level.

Just asking Wang Ping to take a group photo can be a bit of a so-called - I have the illusion that I am more awesome than this sissy, but if I am against the atmosphere of the entire paradise...

The two men were very embarrassed by Ji Zuo's words, and slipped away in the dark.

As for the others, because of Ji Zou's explanation of the photo coupon, they would not come over rashly to ask for a group photo, which completely put an end to the endless stream of other requests.

The little girl dragged her companion and walked halfway stiffly, when she suddenly let out a heavy sigh.

"What's wrong with you?" The companion looked sideways.

"Fairy CP!" The little girl thumped her hand, "I'm addicted!"

The companion shook her head with a headache, regardless of whether she was drunk or knocked, let's drag her out of Disneyland first-at [-]:[-] p.m., the park will be cleared to welcome the next guests who have reserved the venue.

Wang Ping and the staff confirmed their identities and can continue to stay in the park.

As night fell, Wang Ping had digested all the Yang Sheng Jian in his stomach, and was a little hungry, so he went for food nearby on Mickey Street.

Just as Ji Zuo and Wang Ping took two steps, they suddenly saw a staff member selling balloons in front of them, dragging balloons, bouncing past.

Ji Zou casually glanced at the balloon, and Wang Ping caught his gaze.

"Want balloons?" Wang Ping touched a pile of gifts from Ji Zou on his body, and wanted to return the gifts, so he pointed to a bunch of them flying past, "Shall I buy you one?"

Ji Zuo didn't want balloons, but Wang Ping wanted to buy him something, so he still wanted it.

Just as Ji Zuo was ready to answer, Wang Ping hadn't had time to take out the payment code, when he suddenly saw two boys coming from the end of the street.

"Yan Si is here!!"

Wang Ping grabbed Ji Zou and stuffed him directly into a shop on Mickey Avenue.

Wang Ping squatted down according to the season, and secretly looked at the two people outside.

Ji Zou felt uncomfortable when he saw Yan Si—after all, before he came, the number one CPs in the turnon group were Yan Si and Wang Ping.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo asked in a deep voice, "Yan Si is here, why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous." Wang Ping didn't realize the danger in Ji Zou's words at all, "I'm watching a play——watching that person, the squad leader of Yan Si's family, his boyfriend."

"...??"

Ji Zuo suddenly realized - Yan Si has a boyfriend?Won't you rob him?

Thinking about it this way, Ji Zou looked at Yan Si outside, and suddenly felt that his features became more delicate; then, Ji Zou put down his hand again, and rubbed Wang Ping's head lightly like a reward.

Wang Ping was obsessed with watching the play, and he didn't realize that he rubbed it lightly. He looked outside at the street.

Yan Si bought a hot dog for Xie Zhi to eat, and after walking two steps, he shamelessly lowered his head and begged for it from the monitor on the grounds that he didn't have a hot dog.

"Oh my god!!!" Wang Ping was so excited that his thighs almost slapped red, "This person is so stupid!! He only bought one hot dog on purpose, isn't that...indirect...indirect!"

Ji Zuo's fingers were still on Wang Ping's head. Hearing Wang Ping's remarks, he frowned subconsciously, and pressed his fingers slightly heavier on his head.

Ji Zu lowered his eyelashes, looking at the hair on Wang Ping's head——

this person.

He can see other people's emotions clearly, even in indirect kisses, but when it comes to his own affairs, how can he be so dull... like that.

On the street, Yan Si had already eaten the hot dog that Xie Zhi ate, and left contentedly.

The moment the two of them passed the corner, Wang Ping just wanted to straighten up when his stomach growled.

This is just the first sound.

Soon, his stomach growled crazily two more times.

Seven or eight hours have passed since the last meal, and it's normal to be hungry. During their turnon practice, everyone's stomachs often growled one after another, and they even organized an event—whose stomach growls loudly, who pays the bill tonight.

Wang Ping has never been embarrassed.

But now standing in front of Ji Zuo, listening to his stomach growling, Wang Ping was almost going crazy with embarrassment.

Wang Ping slapped his stomach hard twice, and then his stomach let out another cry.

Wang Ping was about to "turn on", glanced at Ji Zou in a panic, and quickly explained: "It's the stomach screaming, not...not other sounds!"

"I know." Ji Zuo couldn't help laughing, "Then go buy something to eat? Do we also eat hot dogs?"

Wang Ping: "..."

Hot dogs are nothing, but just now, a shameless young couple used things like hot dogs to make love to each other.

Add this layer of cultural meaning to it, and hot dogs are just... a little weird.

"Still." Ji Zuo seemed to be unintentional, and took a step towards Wang Ping, "Brother Yan Si just now... so Brother Wang Ping, you are a little... avoiding suspicion?"

Wang Ping leaned against the glass door with his back against the hot dog shop, he looked out nervously, the hot dog shop gave off a warm light, and seemed to be provocative: "Don't you dare to come?"

"You're talking nonsense! There's no need to avoid suspicion! The hot dog—it's innocent!" Wang Ping pushed open the door and took a step outside, "I'll buy it for you right now."

After saying this, Wang Ping walked aggressively towards the hot dog shop opposite.

After pushing the door and entering, Wang Ping realized—hehe, the embarrassing ones will always be behind.

After all, as the park closes, the hot dog shop is not stocked enough, and there are only two types of hot dogs left in the incubator.

One is the one that the pair ate just now.

Well now, if you don’t buy what they have eaten, you will have no money here, but if you buy what they have eaten, it feels... and feels quite suggestive.

Wang Ping hated—his parents gave him such good eyesight that he could still see what a hot dog looks like from such a distance.

Holding the phone, Wang Ping pretended to be struggling, but before he understood what he was struggling with, he heard a door knock and Ji walked in.

"Have you bought it..."

"Please give me one flavor!" Wang Ping quickly said to the clerk, "Thank you!"

"Okay." The clerk had a good service attitude, put on the hot dog with a smile, and handed it to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping glanced at the two types of hot dogs, and skillfully handed the hot dog that was not used as an indirect kiss tool to Ji Zuo.

Ji walked in and thanked him, squeezed the hot dog, took two bites, looked up, and saw Wang Ping staring at his hot dog.

"Brother Wang Ping...?" Ji Zuo moved the hot dog away, "What's wrong?"

Wang Ping swallowed, glanced at Ji Zuo's lips, quickly moved away, and stared at the hot dog in his hand.

Wang Ping blurted out almost subconsciously: "Is your... delicious?"

Wang Ping was also dizzy, and he didn't know why he asked this question. After finishing speaking, Wang Ping explained in a panic: "I want to taste it—yes, it's not the kind of Yan Si just now—hey! Anyway, it's I haven't eaten, I'm hungry."

The more you describe, the darker.

Wang Ping wanted to cry but had no tears.

But he really didn't mean that - no wonder!

Wang Ping himself couldn't tell what was on his mind, maybe it was the taste of the hot dog that Chan Ji Zuo had... After all, when he was queuing up this afternoon, he also wanted to eat Ji Zuo's popsicles.

But...but...

He just said that the act of sharing a hot dog is called indirect kissing! ! !

Wang Ping wanted to continue explaining, but Ji Zuo didn't give him this chance.

Ji Zou raised his hot dog and handed it to Wang Ping, facing Wang Ping where his lips touched just now.

"Well, then try it?" Ji Zuo asked.

The author has something to say: just taste it!