Chapter 58

Wang Zhongding wants to push Han Dong away, but how can he? Han Dong recognized that "this nest" had no Chinese toon flavor. His hands were like pliers, and he dug into Wang Zhongding's waist half an inch deep. If you use brute force to wake up Han Dong, the other two people will also be involved. Wang Zhongding grabs Han Dong's "rabbit tail" and tries to pull his head away from his chest. As a result, his scalp is pulled up, and Han Dong's face is still buried in Wang Zhongding's arms. It's fragrant. It's fragrant. Wang Zhongding's shirt has a refreshing fragrance. In desperation, Wang Zhongding had to insert the Chinese toon branch upside down into the neckline to let the fragrance of the leaves penetrate from the cloth. Sure enough, Han Dong's head no longer stuck to his shirt and began to move down slowly Finally, he landed in the middle of Wang Zhongding's legs. Well Wang Zhongding's muscles all over his body tensed at that moment. For a moment, Wang Zhongding put down the Chinese toon branch, slowly lifted Han Dong's head up, and buckled it back to his arms. Forget it. Stay here. About the past 20 minutes, Han Dong's muscles slowly relaxed and he lay back in bed. Although he didn't wait to see the goods, Wang Zhongding covered him with a quilt. When he went out, Wang Zhongding found that the light in another room was also on. A boy paced back and forth in it, reciting and talking, with rich and vivid expression on his face, as if playing against himself. Wang Zhongding didn't disturb him. He closed the door and went out. The next morning, Han Dong woke up and complained to Zhang Xinghu, "I had a dream last night that the Chinese toon tree had long legs. He chased me and ran for half a night." Zhang Xinghu said with a smile, "I think you just ate Chinese toon recently. Don't mention you. I feel sick when I smell that all day." "Disgusting, I have to keep eating it!" Han Dong looks helpless. Zhang Xinghu did not understand, "disgusting still eat? Do you take Chinese toon for treatment? " "It's not a cure, it's a cure." Han Dong speaks the language of fire stars. As soon as Zhang Xinghu was about to ask in detail, his mobile phone rang. After receiving the call, his face showed uncontrollable excitement. "You know what? There's a director who wants to audition for me. What a surprise! I've never sent him a resume. I don't think such a famous director can be as transparent as me. " Han Dong is happy for him, "it must be recommended by someone. Work hard." Zhang Xinghu happily changed his clothes and went out. As soon as Han Dong saw that it was almost lunch time, he quickly changed his clothes and went out. Half an hour later, Han Dong and Wang Zhongding got on the elevator together. The Chinese toon is still that Chinese toon, but Han Dong can't eat it any more. Fortunately, the elevator got stuck and the light went out. Han Dong just had to pretend to smoke. As a result, Wang Zhongding didn't know where to take out a spare light and lit the whole elevator as bright as day. Han Dong's face glowed green. What else can we do? Keep eating! Wang Zhongding suddenly asked, "is your ass ready?" Han Dong is so tired of Chinese toon that he takes advantage of the opportunity to speak. "Well, yes, but you said the wrong thing that day." Wang Zhongding has no impression, "what words?" "At that time, you said you wanted to raise 10000 yuan, but later I thought, 44 yuan is a foot, 10000 divided by 44 is 227.2727 We can't open it at all, we can't control the numbers, and we can't figure out this. " Wang Zhongding snorted coldly, "the remaining 0:27, it's a big deal to take you a few big mouths." "Poof --" Han Dong couldn't stop it for a moment. Can he still use it? Ha ha ha ha Thanks for your imagination! Ha ha ha ha ha Han Dong is grinning. His facial features are wrinkled together in a special way. He is inexplicably happy. Wang Zhongding was forced to throw a smile by Han Dong. This was the first time Han Dong saw Wang Zhongding smile. Although it was fleeting, he had a strong sense of visual impact. In fact, Wang Zhongding's face is excellent. This kind of man is very gentle in his heart. Han Dong looked at Wang Zhongding for a while, and then he came back. Oh, I'll go Why did I smile at him? Why did I smile at him? But also laugh so free and easy, so true temperament, so evil spirit crazy, bohemian! Isn't it meant to be liked? Won't this charming smile obliterate the hatred? Then I've been busy these days!