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The "culprit" looked at Wang Ping's eyes very softly, and the next moment, the legendary Ji Zuo laughed.

The standard eight teeth smirked, his eyes were squinted, and the temperature of his smile seemed to be able to melt ice and snow.

"Brother Wang Ping!" Ji Zuo smiled and walked up to Wang Ping, "You are finally here! I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time!"

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou, then at Ji Zeyang, then at Ji Zou, and finally realized - shit!I was cheated by the turnon group again!High cold!They actually said that Ji was cold and cold!

As for Ji Zou, although he is a little taller, he has a warm smile on his face all the time, he is not cold at all, okay?He accompanied Wang Ping on the way to the production team by car, and introduced the structure of the entire film and television base to the two of them in a friendly manner and carefully.

Ji Zeyang and Wang Ping asked him questions, and answered every question without any impatience. When they got off the bus, they even took the initiative to help Wang Ping carry the luggage and pushed it in their hands to walk forward, which made the accompanying assistants at a loss.

The more Wang Ping thought about it, the angrier he became - thanks to Turnon's group, they figured it out!What is "as cold as ice"? !What is "rejecting people thousands of miles away"? !He still believed it, and he didn't sleep well for two days!Is it Wang Ping who is stupid or is Turnon someone else who is stupid!

A group of six people walked into the dormitory building separated by thick cotton curtains. Ji Zuo was talking to Wang Ping about the buffet breakfast on the second floor with a smile. When he caught a glimpse, he saw the logistics director and one of his subordinates froze in horror. side.

The logistics director was asking where did Wang Ping go when he didn't pick him up, but when he heard that Ji Zuo went to pick him up in person, before he had time to scold his staff, he saw Ji Zuo walking in with Wang Ping.

The smile is called a Huifeng and smooth, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

Ji has been here for several days, and the logistics director has never seen him smile so warmly.

In an instant, I felt that my outlook on life was a bit broken.

However, compared to whether his outlook on life will collapse or not, the logistics director obviously has more important things to worry about; one of the first two logistics directors patted his subordinates, and walked cautiously towards Ji Zou and Wang Ping go.

Ji Zeyang had already seen the logistics director, and led a team to stand still.

"Hello." Ji Zeyang said kindly, "It's Director Liu, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet, nice to meet." Director Liu shook hands with Ji Zeyang in trepidation, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I have something to do today, and I originally asked my subordinates to pick it up, who knows..."

Director Liu was sweating, and he was a little afraid of Ji Zeyang losing his temper. These big-name celebrities are almost like this. If a small mistake hits their minefield, they will be furious. What's more, it's not a small mistake today. A big card took another big card back.

But then again...

Director Liu glanced at Ji Zou, feeling extremely wronged - he had something to do today, and that matter... was what Ji Zou found for him!

"Oh, by the way, Director Liu." Ji Zun let go of Wang Ping's luggage, handed it over to the assistant, and walked to Director Liu, "How about the matter I just asked?"

As Ji Zou said, he naturally took Director Liu away to prevent him from revealing more information.

After walking a few steps, Ji walked back, smiled at Wang Ping, and waved; Wang Ping, who was staring at his back, immediately raised his hand, waved at him, and said loudly with a smile: "Later See."

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Half the people in the lobby heard Wang Ping's words, stopped what they were doing, and looked at this scene in amazement.

Ji Zou nodded, and after turning his head, his smile deepened.

Director Liu looked at him in horror and smiled.

Ji Zeyang looked at Ji Zou's back thoughtfully. One minute later, Wang Ping patted him, and the two went upstairs to the room.

The place where they live is the dormitory building that was planned when the photography base was newly built. The dormitory building does not have those fancy suites. The best room is a large room, with a table and a sofa outside, and a big bed by the window.

Several assistants went in and began to organize Wang Ping's daily necessities according to their duties. Ji Zeyang counted the presents for the crew, and Wang Ping leaned on the sofa and took out the script to read.

Ji Zeyang first ordered out the gift for the lighting team, put it aside, and asked casually, "What do you think of Ji Zou?"

"Very good." Wang Ping changed his posture, propped his head, and stared at the script, "He is gentle and easy to talk, completely different from the persona Turnon and his group set up for him."

"How about it?"

"To be specific..." Wang Ping turned over and lay on his back, put the script on his chest, and stared at the ceiling, "For example, he is a big star, and he came to the airport to pick him up in person when he knew that the crew was short of manpower—this person is not bad ?"

Thinking of the scene in the lobby just now, Ji Zeyang smiled, didn't speak, and continued to organize the things in his hands.

Seeing Ji Zeyang's smile, Wang Ping was a little creepy: "Brother... why are you laughing like this?

"I think..." Ji Zeyang originally wanted to say that he felt that Wang Ping might be sold and counted the money for others, but combined with some vivid achievements such as "Wang Ping, promote the quintessence of China"...

Ji Zeyang patted Wang Ping's calf and said with emotion: "I think the possibility of you being sold is quite low."

Wang Ping: "...what?"

For a moment, Wang Ping didn't know whether Ji Zeyang was praising him or scolding him.

Wang Ping turned over and sat up, folded a corner of the script he was reading, and was just about to talk to Ji Zeyang when he heard a knock on the door.

Everyone in the room was busy, so Wang Ping respectfully put the script on the coffee table, stood up, said "here we come", and walked towards the door.

After a few steps, Wang Ping walked to the door and opened it.

The door of the room was pulled inward, and just after a corner was pulled open, a burst of cool floral fragrance wrapped in the fresh smell of snow was blown by the wind, and it hit Wang Ping's face.

Wang Ping's hand was still on the doorknob, and he stared blankly at the large bunch of wintersweet blooms at the door—the wintersweet has not been pruned, but it naturally has a wild charm, most of the flowers are in bud, and the tops are piled up A bit of unmelted snow.

Ji Zuo held a large bouquet of flower branches, his face protruded from the top of the wintersweet bushes, smiled at Wang Ping, and solemnly threw the bouquet towards him.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo said with a smile, "I saw it downstairs just now—I think it's very good, and I want to buy it for you."

"How do you like it?"

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When I came late, it was like snow, and I came across a bouquet of flowers on the road, so I wanted to bring them to you.

After hearing the whole process, Ji Zeyang couldn't help but blushed a little - if he remembered correctly, this was the first time someone sent flowers to Wang Ping.

Ji Zeyang put down the things in his hands and looked towards Wang Ping, unable to bear the thought of gossip.

"God, this flower smells so good." Wang Ping took the flower in Ji Zuo's hand and motioned him to come in first, "Oh, by the way, I have a gift for you too, I almost forgot."

Wang Ping walked a few steps with the flowers in his arms, and happened to bump into a big vase in the house, and inserted the flowers in it casually, if Ji Zuo had any intentions... probably people would be so sad.

Why.Ji Zeyang thought, really shouldn't have any expectations for this kind of guy who can only "promote the quintessence of the country"—oh no, what am I expecting! ! !

Ji Zeyang saw that his heart for gossip was not dead, and he glanced at Ji Zou quietly: he didn't respond, he still had that kind of gentle smile, standing on the porch waiting for Wang Ping's gift in an orderly manner.

Ji Zeyang took a serious look at Ji Zuo, and felt that he might send flowers... that's not what he meant... right?

Possibly just being polite?While thinking, Ji Zeyang picked up the gift box he had prepared and prepared to hand it to Wang Ping—this box contained the wallet and tie that Aurora will launch next season, as well as pure gold cufflinks and tie clips, worth And the price can be said to be courteous and comprehensive.

Wang Ping walked straight past the gift box that Ji Zeyang raised, without even looking at him, he rushed to a suitcase, put it down, threw it on the ground and opened it.

The open suitcase was in a mess, and it looked like it was collected by Wang Ping himself; Wang Ping took out one of the shoe boxes from a pile of tattered things, opened it, and took out a large pile of bubble wrap.

Wang Ping tore off the bubble wrap, revealing a crudely made amphora.

Wang Ping took out the clay pot, splashed the ashes, carried it to Ji Zuo, and solemnly handed it over.

"This is the earthenware pot I made locally in a restaurant variety show last time." Wang Ping explained, "I carved a little whale on it, but... it seems... uglier, huh?"

Wang Ping was quite confident when he took it out at first, but now he is holding it to Ji Zou, but the more he looks at the clay pot, the more ugly he feels—this thing has crooked ears, a flat stomach, and a fat whale, anyway, it is everywhere. not suitable.

Just as Wang Ping was about to say another gift, his fingertips suddenly emptied, and looking again, the clay pot had already arrived in Ji Zuo's hands.

"It's not ugly." Ji Zuo hugged the clay pot tightly and said sincerely, "Thank you, brother Wang Ping, I can receive the one made by you...I like it very much!"

After Ji Zou finished speaking, he raised the clay pot again and analyzed it carefully: "Look, the two ears of the pot have an aesthetic feeling that breaks the order, and the flat belly is just a kind of resistance to the traditional art regulations. The best thing is This whale, he must be living a very happy life, that's why he is fat, don't you think?"

Eh?

Having said that, Wang Ping felt that the earthenware pot had some unconventional aesthetics.

Can't see that I still have the potential to be an artist? !

"As long as you like it." Wang Ping waved his hand, "I will give it to you next time I make it."

"real?!"

"What are you doing lying to you?" Wang Ping suddenly thought of something, walked quickly to the side of the wintersweet bushes, folded one off, and stuffed it into the clay pot, "Isn't it more beautiful this way?"

The randomly folded wintersweet is in full bloom, paired with the already rough clay pot, it really has a kind of wild beauty.

Wang Ping even felt that his artistic talent was extraordinary!

Wang Ping stared at the clay pot to admire, but Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping——his eyes were a kind of restrained greed. If there were not too many people now, he probably wanted to eat Wang Ping directly.

The two exchanged gifts, Wang Ping cleaned up a lot of things, and Ji Zuo could only say goodbye.

Wang Ping sent Ji Zao out, Da Lala sat on the sofa, and proudly raised his chin at Ji Zeyang.

"How is it?" Wang Ping asked.

"How about what?" Ji Zeyang was recalling Ji Zou's eyes just now, and couldn't help being a little dazed - he suddenly remembered the phone call he made to Ji Zou's studio before Wang Ping joined the group.

"What about my artistic talent!" Wang Ping asked, "Brother, tell me—am I a great artist?"

Ji Zeyang: "..."

This... If this cabbage, Ji Zuo, really wants to deliver it to his pig...

Then he is also quite poor.

Ji Zeyang patted his pig and shook his head: "Ping, let's have some snacks."

Wang Ping: "..."

At this time, do you want to pick up "Long Dim Sum? What Dim Sum?"-Is this stalk too old? !Wang Ping didn't even bother to play tricks.

Manager Ji ignored him after finishing speaking, mentioned the gift box he was going to give to Ji Zou just now, and walked out while thinking about how to test Ji Zou.

As soon as Ji Zeyang opened the door of the room, when he looked up, he saw Ji Zou standing in the corridor.

Ji Zou leaned against the wall opposite to Wang Ping's door, holding the earthenware pot that Wang Ping gave him in his hand; he lowered his head, stroked the whale above with his index finger, with a slight smile on his mouth,

The corridor is dimly lit, but Ji Zuo, who is smiling, is full of bright colors.

but.

Ji Zeyang only saw this scene for a moment.

The moment he pushed the door, Ji Zuo put away his smile vigilantly, stood up, and the next moment, he put on a social smile and looked at the opened door, asking, "Brother Zeyang?"

Ji Zeyang: "..."

I read it wrong?

"Why are you here?" Ji Zeyang came out with the gift box, turned his hands behind his back and closed the door, "Aren't you going back to your room?"

"Let me breathe, the room is too stuffy." Ji Zuo explained with a smile.

"Your room...could it be this one?" Ji Zeyang smiled and pointed to the room directly opposite Wang Ping.

"Ah." Ji Zuo said, "Yes."

"That's it."

While talking, Ji Zeyang had already walked in front of Ji Zuo. Instead of continuing the topic of the room, he lifted the gift box and held it between the two of them, "I'm sorry, my artists are more... spontaneous, and don't know much about interpersonal relationships. This is our gift to you."

Ji Zuo glanced at the letters Aurora on the box, and reached out to take it: "Thank you Brother Zeyang, you are too kind."

"Where—by the way, clay pot, do you still like it?" Ji Zeyang asked casually.

Ji Zou: "..."

Ji Zuo: "Well, I like it."

"Just like it." Ji Zeyang laughed again, "You're really approachable. I've always heard that you're an aloof male god, and I was worried that you would be difficult to get along with. Don't mind me. I'll just talk about it casually."

Just say it?

I'm afraid there is only a casual tone, other than that, every sentence is a temptation.

Ji Zuo looked down at Aurora's logo, and when he looked up again, there seemed to be a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Ji Zeyang keenly grasped this embarrassment, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"... That's it." Ji Zuo said shyly, "That... I heard that Brother Wang Ping is Aurora's global spokesperson?"

"Ah, yes."

"I've always wanted to borrow Aurora's haute couture, but I don't have any connections. Can you please help me match up?"

Ji Zeyang suddenly realized!That's what it means - it turned out that I wanted to borrow clothes, not my own artist.

Ji Zuo saw that Ji Zeyang's shoulders loosened slightly, and he still maintained that expression of hesitation and embarrassment - an expression that did not match his heart at all.

Aurora haute couture?

Ji Zuo is not interested at all.

He is very interested in Aurora's global spokesperson who can walk away.

Just as the relaxed Ji Zeyang was about to say something, the phone rang; he made an apologetic gesture, went to the side to answer the phone, and just after listening to a few sentences, his tone changed.

"What do you mean?" Ji Zeyang frowned, with a serious tone, "When did you even dare to bully my artists like this?"

"Wait a minute, I'll book a ticket and come over right away. Let Bai Yi'an wait, and don't give in."

Ji Zeyang explained a few words and hung up the phone.

"Do you have anything to do?" Ji Zou asked.

"Well... there's something wrong, but Wang Ping's side..."

This incident did not happen by coincidence, Wang Ping was filming for the first time, and tomorrow is the opening ceremony, he originally wanted to at least finish the opening ceremony, but now...

"Don't worry." Ji Zuo held the clay pot tightly by the ear, and said gently, "I know the crew well, I will help you... take good care of Brother Wang Ping."

The author has something to say: Ji Zuo: There are still such good things in the world.