I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ji Zhaoran was stroking the white porcelain cup with his fingertips, the long and gloomy memory looming in his mind, he slowly leaned back, took a sip of clear tea to moisten his throat, and said flatly: "It's been too long, I can't remember clearly."

Ji Zhaoran's background is not unnoticeable.

His father, Ji Zeli, is a well-known real estate developer in Huaguo, and his mother is the only daughter of a noble family.

Ji Zhaoran's mother died of dystocia when giving birth to him. Ji Zeli lost his beloved wife when he became a father at the beginning, and he was inevitably at a loss when facing his youngest son.

Ji Zeli is a businessman, and firmly believes that professional work should be done by professional people. He arranged for five babysitters alone, ranging in age from [-] to [-].

The five nannies are all top talents in the housekeeping industry, and they often have differences in parenting. Ji Zeli thinks this is a spark of thought collision, so he acquiesces to this behavior, and encourages them to go to the garden to quarrel from time to time.

In a sense, Ji Zhaoran was able to firmly develop into a homosexual, and the five nannies left indelible credit.

It was the oldest nanny who first noticed something was wrong.

Young Master Ji looks cute, his skin is as white as a handful of new snow, and he is even smarter than ordinary children, but his eyes often stay in a certain place in the air...

It seems to be observing something.

Ji Zeli is a good businessman with shrewd and treacherous methods, but he is informal and rough in his life.

Ji Zeli wondered if Newton could have discovered gravitation without staring at the apple. Geniuses are always different. Maybe my son is observing molecular motion.

He didn't take the nanny's words seriously, and explained to the nanny without restraint: The son born by my wife must be extraordinary, and I advise them to get used to it as soon as possible, and don't make a fuss.

Until Ji Zhaoran was four years old, Ji Zeli, who returned home early, saw his precious son walking from the garden with a cold face.

Master Ji held the football in his white and slender arms, with a calm and indifferent expression, but his clothes were uncharacteristically torn in several places, and the corners of his mouth were also a little blue.

Ji Zeli couldn't help but ask, "Did you get into a fight?"

Young Master Ji put down the football and washed his hands slowly. He wiped his hands and raised his eyes, but what he said made Ji Zeli's spine feel cold.

"I killed a ghost."

Ji Zeli's mind went blank for a moment.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.Maybe the son watched some scary movie recently and was just joking with him.

Ji Zeli forced a laugh, and asked, "Oh? What kind of ghost?"

Young Master Ji has dark eyebrows and eyes, and his facial features are as beautiful as carved jade. He pulled out a set of clean clothes and held them in his arms, and raised his jaw arrogantly: "It's just a fool who wants to eat me. This one is better than the one I found before. It's a little fiercer, but still not as good as me."

Ji Zeli was silent for a moment, and asked, "Then how... did you kill him?"

"I didn't want to kill him, but he was very unreasonable. If I couldn't eat it, I would drag other children into the lake. He also said that he would give that child to me..."

Young Master Ji frowned, as if he didn't want to think about it: "Anyway, he died."

After all, he discussed with Ji Zeli politely: "I don't like to bring up these things, it's very annoying. Don't ask me again in the future, okay?"

On the same day, Ji Zeli called his assistant, postponed all arrangements, and concentrated on spending time with his son at home.

Half a month later, Ji Zeli invited Master Huiyuan, the previous abbot of Yunchan Temple, to his home.

When Ji Zhaoran left Yunchan Temple, the sky was already pale, and the tourists who came to pray passed him by and entered the temple one after another.

Looking at Ji Zhaoran's tall and straight back, Master Jueming's eyes gradually became farther away, as if seeing a farther place through the clouds and mists in the mountains.

At that time, Jueming was still a young monk, following Master Huiyuan with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes.Young Master Ji stood beside the stairs on the second floor, his dark eyes seemed to be soaked in clear water, he looked down from a high position, opened and closed his lips, and said, "Hello."

Jueming heard Master reciting a Buddha's name in a low voice.

The editing of the first episode of "Nice to Meet You" was completed very soon, and it was broadcast on the Internet and the TV station. Satellite TV specially set aside a prime time for this variety show.

This variety show was still in the preparatory stage, and it was highly anticipated. During the production period, the program team did not leak a single word about Ji Zhaoran. Until the broadcast, the news of Ji Zhaoran's airborne directly brought this variety show unprecedented attention.

On the day of the broadcast, the ratings of "Nice to Meet You" directly broke the record of the TV station in the past five years, and the number of webcasts and discussions were also unprecedented.

[Who am I where am I and what did I see? ? ? 】

[As long as I live long enough, I can see everything! 】

[Ji Zhaoran, you'd better be sensible and behave well, don't force me to beg you, OK? 】

[Why did Ji Zhaoran participate in this variety show alone? Did he get married on the spot! 】

Weibo is boiling, and many viewers who were not interested in reality shows are also sitting in front of the TV.

Netizens exclaimed one after another, this is so amazing! ?

As the show aired, various entries appeared in hot searches one after another, and many clips were heatedly discussed by netizens.

When the program was broadcast, Ning Zhi'an had just finished recording the second episode, and the content of this episode was more exciting than the previous one. After the recording, Ning Zhi'an was so tired that he was paralyzed in the back seat of the car and didn't even bother to lift his fingers. stand up.

Xiao Zhou looked back excitedly: "Brother Ning, you have been on several trending searches!"

Ning Zhi'an opened Weibo listlessly, and the moment her eyes focused on the hot search list, Ning Zhi'an asked tremblingly, "Did sister Tao Yuan buy this???"

"No, I didn't spend any money at all!" Xiao Zhou said proudly, "It's all tap water, I'm overwhelmed by your wonderful performance!"

Ning Zhi'an stared at the screen, and after a long silence, she smiled slightly: "That's really... great."

On Weibo, #宁智安，夏利之光#, #宁智安,竹#, #宁智安 was chased away by a big goose! # Several hot search terms are followed by the eye-catching word "boiling".

[Ning Zhi'an's expression when he saw Ji Zhaoran's appearance was exactly the same as when I saw the dean come to arrest him in the Internet cafe! 】

[I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooui of ofs! 】

[Grass, I think that Ning Zhian and Ji Zhaoran can both dig bamboo shoots in a competition to see the visual sense of chocolate commercials. On rainy days, digging bamboo shoots and shovels are more suitable!Country Love I love it! ! ! 】

【Hahaha I'm sorry, but it's funny, why did that goose only chase Ning Zhi'an? !Is it because his temperament is too bamboo shoots? 】

[I announce that this year's running champion is Ning Zhi'an. I don't know if you have noticed that Ning Zhi'an and the big goose's running posture are synchronized! 】

Ning Zhi'an covered his head and slid down ten lines at a glance, and his eyes suddenly stopped when a certain hot comment was made.

[Isn't the entertainment industry rich and rich? Why does Ning Zhi'an's poverty break my heart!That Xiali, it's not even automatic! 】

This comment builds a tall building:

"@宁智安v, the new Xiali will be launched soon, and the price of the new car may be 5 yuan!"

The fans retorted not very confidently: Ning Zhi'an is not so poor... Maybe he just likes the rough driving feeling!

really not bad.

Ning Zhi'an couldn't help giving a thumbs up with the trumpet.

The netizen quickly responded without pain or itching: Mmm, Ji Zhaoran drives a Bentley, Ning Zhian drives a Xiali, everyone has a bright future!

Ning Zhi'an turned her head out of the window indifferently, is it cool to drive a Bentley?

The sunlight scattered unevenly on the car window through the gaps in the trees. Ning Zhian quietly closed his eyes in Suiyue, his thin white and slender finger bones stretched out, almost breaking the tempered glass of the phone.

Perhaps today's hot searches were too out of the circle, that night, Ning Zhi'an received warm greetings from both worlds of yin and yang.

[Zhou Weiyu]: Xiao Ning, film well, you will get rich sooner or later!

[Feng Xun]: Xiao Ning, if you have time, come to my place to offer incense to unemployed starlets, he will make your career even better!

[The Lonely Hanged Ghost]: Great, after you die, you will definitely have a place on the list of the richest writers in the underworld!

[Purchasing incense on behalf of others, paper money is not accepted]: Great, otherwise you can act as my agent, and I will let you mention Rolls Royce in the 4S store for three months!

[White]: [Link] Raising a poor son and a rich daughter, and becoming a father for the first time, these three things must be kept in mind!

Even Xie Wenzhou called, tactfully asked about his recent situation, and then hung up the phone worriedly.

Ning Zhi'an put down the phone, and asked a little worriedly: "Am I really poor?"

Ning Zhi'an is actually very self-aware.In the past few years, he was too confused, and his income was barely at the bottom among celebrities, but compared to ordinary people, it was already easy for him to make money.

He is easy to be content, and because of contentment, he abides by the bottom line in the entertainment industry, and has never done anything that he regrets.

Ning Zhi'an doesn't have a good idea about money, so he didn't realize until today that the gap between himself and Ji Zhaoran seems to be farther than he imagined.

Xiaohong poked her head out from behind the sofa, grimacing resentfully: "The sweeping robots you bought for me are all beggars' versions."

Ning Zhi'an said sullenly: "Those fancy functions are IQ tax."

Xiaohong stretched her neck even longer, and her voice became thinner: "You are in a hurry, you are in a hurry!"

"I don't, so don't make trouble out of no reason." Ning Zhi'an took two steps back, and found out Ji Zhaoran's photo to embolden herself before daring to scare the ghost: "Be careful, I will bring Teacher Ji to punish you."

Xiaohong said sourly: "Does this let Dengtang enter the room?"

Just as he was talking, Ning Zhi'an's phone suddenly vibrated, and Ji Zhaoran's photo on the screen suddenly changed to Ji Zhaoran's call interface.

Is this person just talking so much?

Ning Zhi'an shook his hands and pressed the hang up button.

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Xiaohong: "Wow, I'm promising, dare to hang up the phone."

Under Xiao Hong's gratified gaze, Ning Zhi'an calmly called back.

Xiaohong hates iron and steel for drifting away.

When the phone was connected, Ning Zhi'an spoke first: "I was very busy just now."

A familiar voice rang out in my ears, and asked persistently, "What are you busy with?"

Ning Zhi'an seldom lied, her face couldn't help getting a little hot, and she went straight to the window: "I'm busy with my career!"

In fact, this is not entirely a lie, Ning Zhian returned home after filming the program and filming a commercial, and has not eaten yet.

"..." The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then said concisely: "Then can you give me a meal?"

"Look at the schedule, I've been very busy recently." Ning Zhi'an opened a corner of the curtain, and the cool night breeze slid in. He closed his eyes and said, "I, a successful man in the future, haven't even returned home much."

"Ning Zhi'an," Ji Zhaoran called him by name.

After a pause of two seconds, he said, "You lower your head and look down."

Ning Zhi'an: ...

Ning Zhi'an lowered his head slowly, stiffly, and looked at death as if at home.

As far as his eyes could see, Ji Zhaoran stood tall and tall in the night, beckoning to him gently.

……

Ning Zhi'an was slightly out of breath when she opened the door.

"Is it interesting for you to tease me? You are still messing with me like this, even though you are downstairs!"

As soon as he got in the car, Ning Zhi'an said clumsily that the villain would complain first.But his voice was soft, and his breathing was disordered, which seemed to be a bit coquettish. "I, I'm so angry!"

Ji Zhaoran looked away from the wet sweat on the tip of his nose, and said with a smile, "How dare I."

Ning Zhi'an also felt that his tantrum was unreasonable, he was the one who lied first, but it's hard to die, Ji Zhaoran drove a Bentley today.

So Ning Zhi'an asked coldly: "Where to eat? What to eat?"

"Cantonese cuisine, Zou Mo is from the south, and his taste is light." Ji Zhaoran coaxed softly: "I'll wrong you today, and I'll take you to eat hot pot in two days."

Ning Zhi'an blinked, and his voice became more excited: "Zou, Zou Mo? Do you want to see Zou Mo!?"

Ning Zhi'an was expecting and apprehensive, even the way she looked at Ji Zhaoran changed.

If it wasn't for Zou Mo's age that he was no longer competitive, Ji Zhaoran really wanted to turn around and go back immediately.

Ji Zhaoran: "Yes, that's Zou Mo, who is nearly fifty years old, deeply myopic, a little bald, married and has children, and has a happy and harmonious family."

Every time Ji Zhaoran added an adjective, Ning Zhian's eyes lit up.

That's right, it's his idol!

Zou Mo!

Ji Zhaoran's speed was uncharacteristically slow today, Ning Zhi'an looked anxiously at the empty road, thinking of his bad attitude just now, and felt that he was justified.

He was too embarrassed to press any further, so he simply picked up his phone.

The corner of Ning Zhi'an's mouth raised, and he couldn't help sending messages to cp fans.

Ning Zhi'an: I have a piece of good news to share with you, I'm going to meet Zou Mo!

Half a minute later, the cp fan replied coldly: Is that so, I also share a piece of good news with you, I will see Ning Zhian soon.

Ning Zhi'an:? ? ?I mean it, I'm not kidding you.

The cp fan said lightly: I am telling the truth, and I am not joking with you.

The cp fan continued: You are a good person everywhere, but you are a bit bragging.

Ning Zhi'an laughed angrily: You are the one who likes to brag!

CP fan: Hehe, ^_^