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Ji Zou supported Wang Ping, took a look at his wallet from his side pocket, confirmed that the room card was inside, and was just about to take him forward, but Wang Ping suddenly struggled.

Wang Ping pushed Ji away, broke free from his arms, and staggered towards the private room. After taking two steps, his knees suddenly softened, and he looked like he was about to fall down.

Ji Zuo hurriedly hugged him.

"Brother Wang Ping, I'm Ji Zou, not a bad guy." Ji Zou hugged Wang Ping, and patiently persuaded him, "Don't be afraid."

Wang Ping wasn't scared, he was so drunk that he didn't know that he had been arranged, Ji Zuo hugged him, and he was still thumping towards the door.

"Let me go—" Wang Ping broke Ji Zou's hand, "My flower! I'm going to get my flower!"

Ji Zou made a slight sign.

Wang Ping was so drunk that he didn't know that he had been clearly arranged by his brother, and that the reason for making a fuss was because of the bouquet of flowers.

When Ji Zuo refused to let him go, Wang Ping became even more anxious, thumping his hands and feet towards the door.

Wang Ping is also an adult man, so Ji Zuo was pulled forward by him after a few thumps, so he could only use his arms to pull him into his arms.

Then, Ji Zuo put Wang Ping in the corner and patted his head lightly——

"Don't make trouble." Ji Zou took out a mask from his suit pocket and covered Wang Ping's face, "Stand here, and I'll get it for you."

"It's Sunflower!" Wang Ping took off his mask and hung it on his chin, staring at Ji Zou with bright eyes, "Did you know? It was Ji Zou who sent me off—the actor Ji Zou."

The sunflower didn't write its name, so it doesn't make any sense to find flowers at all to explain who sent it.

But Wang Ping's chest was still straight, and he looked at Ji Zuo proudly, his expression seemed to be complacent - there is no flower from the actor in the world, but he has it.

Wang Ping was afraid that the well-meaning person who helped him find flowers would not understand, so he repeated: "It's the sunflower that actor Ji gave me."

"I know, it was given to you by actor Ji Zou." Ji Zou couldn't help smiling, and frowned, "I promise to get it back for you."

As Ji walked, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Ping's mask to cover his face—"Wear the mask well, don't be photographed."

Ji Zuo pulled on the mask, pinched Wang Ping's tall nose, and then turned to leave.

Soon, Ji Zuo brought Sunflower back.

Wearing a mask, Wang Ping, with his head hanging down, obediently stood where Ji Zuo had arranged for him just now, waiting for the sunflower given to him by "Actor Ji Zuo".

Ji walked to Wang Ping's side, lifted the bouquet, and handed it to his eyes.

"I got it back." Ji Zou said, "Is it the actor Ji Zou who gave you the bunch?"

Wang Ping looked at it carefully for a while, but he didn't know which leaf read the information, so he nodded affirmatively: "Yes!"

Wang Ping reached out to take the sunflower, but saw Ji took a step back.

Ji Zuo raised the sunflower and didn't give it to Wang Ping. He just smiled and asked, "Then, do you like it?"

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Like... like what?

Wang Ping's mind was in a state of confusion, and his intuition told him that this question was not that simple, but his mind, which had drunk too much alcohol, did not allow him to think about more things.

"Hi... I like it." Wang Ping nodded in a daze, "I like flowers."

Ji Zou smiled, and just about to give him the flowers, Wang Ping whispered: "Maybe I will also like the actor..."

Ji Zuo froze when he handed the flowers, but Wang Ping quickly snatched the sunflowers and covered his mouth with the flowers.

Wang Ping looked around vigilantly, hid behind the flowers, and whispered, "Don't tell anyone, shhh!"

Ji Zuo shook his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to Wang Ping: "Got it."

"Why are you reaching out?" Wang Ping asked in confusion.

"Hand in hand." Ji Zuo explained patiently, "The road ahead is uneven, I'm afraid you will fall."

"...I'm not a child anymore." Wang Ping hugged the bouquet tightly, very dissatisfied.

"You are." Ji Zuo said, "You are always a child in my heart."

Wang Ping: "..."

What does this mean?

This man speaks strangely.

But for the sake of taking flowers for him just now, maybe...should...not be a bad person.

Wang Ping scratched his head inexplicably, and finally stretched out his hand, wrapped his sleeve around his fingertips, and then went to hold Ji Zou's palm.

"I may have someone I like." Wang Ping said righteously, "You can't just hold hands with others."

It's quite polite.

Ji Zou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he only held Wang Ping's little bit wrapped in his clothes, and led him forward.

Wang Ping was really drunk and was about to fall forward after taking two steps. After four or five steps, Wang Ping stood still and shook his head——

It seems more dizzy.

Wang Ping glanced at the person who helped him with the flowers just now, he couldn't be straight, and angrily stretched out his arm to him: "Help me!"

There is a problem with holding hands, but it’s okay to hold hands?

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping's tightly wrapped body, and felt that he could understand Wang Ping's thinking - anyway, he was wearing a coat, which meant that he had no contact with him.

Drunk like this, the logic is still very clear.

Ji Zou went to support him without complaint, and even took the initiative to optimize his service: "Let me take the flowers for you? Otherwise, it will be difficult to leave."

What's the meaning!Grab flowers? !

Wang Ping glanced at Ji Zou vigilantly, and then used his chaotic brain to describe the various behaviors of this person just now, and finally handed the flowers into his hands.

"Then you take it!" Wang Ping showed his two small canine teeth, and looked at Ji Zuo threateningly, "Don't let me loose it!"

"Yes yes yes." Ji walked, "I promise not."

After handing over Sunflower from Wang Ping, and helping Wang Ping into his arms again, he would not fall to the ground from time to time, and the progress of helping Wang Ping back to the hotel was much faster.

Wang Ping was brought to the door of the room by Ji Zuo, just as Ji Zuo was about to take out the room card from his coat, Wang Ping quickly pushed the coat down and blocked it towards the door of the room.

Wang Ping stretched out his hand to Ji Zuo, and glared at him fiercely: "I'm flowery, you give me my flower."

Ji Zuo handed the sunflower to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping took the sunflower, lowered his head to check that the person holding the flower hadn't been scattered by him, and his expression changed instantly.

"Let's go." Wang Ping waved his hand, ruthlessly chasing people away.

Ji Zou: "..."

Ji Zuo looked up at Wang Ping, who was blocking the door like a door god, playing with the river and demolishing bridges, and sighed: "Don't let me in?"

"Who are you, and why did you enter my room?" Wang Ping was very vigilant, and he didn't listen to him at all.

"Because... I'm the one who sent you flowers?" Ji Zuo tried to communicate.

Wang Ping went down for a moment, looked at Hua, then at Ji Zuo, and then at Hua, but still couldn't tell whether what he said was true or not.

Wang Ping retorted dryly: "You...you lied."

"I did not lie to you."

"Then how do you prove it? You have to give evidence!"

Ji Zuo raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "For example?"

"For example!" Wang Ping repeated, but couldn't think of it. He thought for a long time, and finally thought of one, "For example! What did you give me when Sichuan was finalized?"

Wang Ping was very confident, the person in front of him would definitely not be able to answer this question - Wang Ping had never publicized this matter much.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ji Zuo said smoothly: "That little jade pot in the photo behind your phone."

Wang Ping: "..."

Also... Really right?

"Is my answer wrong?" Ji took a step forward and asked forcefully.

Wang Ping shook his head, not understanding what was going on.

After a while, Ji Zou saw Wang Ping lift the corner of his coat, grabbed the pocket, and opened his mouth wide to Ji Zou.

"Room card." Wang Ping was dizzy, "You take it yourself."

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Ji Zou sometimes thinks—why did he name himself Ji Zou at the beginning, and wouldn’t it be good to call himself Ji Ren, or Ji Zuohuai Buchao, five words, how fashionable.

Ji Sitting in his arms and walking with difficulty got Wang Ping in and put him on the edge of the bed to sit down. He went to wash his face with cold water first, but when he came out, he brought a basin of hot water to wipe off his drunkard.

When Ji walked out, the drunk had already inserted sunflowers into a vase without a teacher—except that the vase was actually an electric thermos, he didn't appear to be drunk at all.

Wang Ping sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Ji Zuo who came out of the bathroom with a hot water basin, his eyes rolling around.

As soon as Ji Zuo put the hot water basin on his bedside, Wang Ping grabbed his wrist.

"Ji Zou." Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou's face carefully through the light, "You are Ji Zou, right?"

"Sober up?"

Wang Ping didn't speak, but stubbornly grabbed Ji Zou's hand and stared at him.

Ji Zou could only patiently say: "I'm Ji Zou—you just confirmed it, it's me, not a bad guy, right?"

Ji Zuo said so, but Wang Ping didn't let go of his wrist.

Wang Ping stared at his face, and after a long time, he said softly, "I miss you."

On the stage, Wang Ping had actually said this once before, but in a room with only two people, Wang Ping looked a little pitiful with his head down.

Just as Ji Zuo was about to rub Wang Ping's hair, Wang Ping raised his head again, showing a smile.

"So I'm really happy that you can come here today."

Wang Ping didn't give Ji Zuo a chance to answer, so he murmured.

"I...have always wanted you to see my stage—did I perform well and dance handsomely?" Wang Ping said, "I'm the best at dancing—they, the fans, said, I dance better than anything else. It looks good all the time. What do you think?"

Wang Ping's grip on Ji Zuo's wrist gradually loosened a little between speaking, as if he was not confident; seeing that Wang Ping's fingers were about to slip off, Ji Zuo grabbed his wrist.

"Handsome, super handsome." Ji Zou said seriously.

After finishing speaking, Ji Zuo thought for a while, then said: "I like it very much."

Wang Ping: "..."

Ji Zou's hands were strong, and Wang Ping felt an inescapable strength; and Ji Zou's eyes were clear and firm, and the sentence "like", with the blessing of such eyes, seemed too enthusiastic.

Wang Ping smelled of alcohol, and his face was flushed. He and Ji Zou looked at each other for a long time before finally reacting. He broke away from Ji Zou's hand and jumped up.

"You come to live, do you have... any clothes?" Wang Ping walked towards his suitcase shaking, leaving Ji Zou a back view.

"No." Ji Zuo didn't force him, just answered.

"Then...then I'll lend it to you!"

Wang Ping finally found something to do for himself, and threw the suitcase on the ground, making a muffled sound; then, as if to prove that he was seriously digging through the suitcase, the zipper made a loud noise.

Wang Ping tore open the box, rummaged through it, and scattered all the clothes folded by the assistant, but he couldn't find a piece of clothes that he said he wanted to lend to Ji Zou.

Ji Zou watched his shoulder blade move, and suddenly, Wang Ping stopped.

"What's the matter?" Ji walked a step towards Wang Ping, and before he got close, he saw Wang Ping raised his hand, and an unknown object flew out.

A few seconds later, a pair of gray boxer briefs hit the wall, scattered, and when they landed on the ground, even the horizontal stripes around the waist could be clearly seen.

Ji Zou: "..."

The author has something to say: As we all know, underwear 8 can be borrowed indiscriminately.