Chapter 118

Although the scene is naked, it must not be so naked at the scene, at least wearing a pair of swimming trunks. When Han Dong came out of the dressing room, everyone's eyes couldn't turn. Especially other still walk together with Shen chuhua, the gorgeous thigh root is close to Shen chuhua's armpit. To exaggerate, Han Dong can ride on Shen chuhua's shoulder on tiptoe. "So you have such a good figure!" The photographer sighed. Han Dong was surprised, "didn't you see my magazine waiting for you?" "I saw it. I didn't recognize it at all." Han Dong, "..." Before Wang Zhongding approached the shooting venue, he heard Han Dong's trademark wild laughter. "Don't Ha ha ha No more I'm itching to death... " As soon as normal people heard it, they knew it was tickling, but Wang Zhongding didn't know where to think of it. His face suddenly sank down and he couldn't help speeding up his pace. As a result, after going in, I still only heard his voice, but no one was seen. Wang Zhongding asked director Lu, "where are the people?" Director Lu is stunned, "who do you mean?" Wang Zhongding seems to realize that he is here to explore the class, not to explore a class. "The smiling one." Two thunder answers for Wang Zhongding. "Han Dong? It's in the dressing room. " Wang Zhongding approached the dressing room and saw that Han Dong was being painted on the bed. Think the first shot is the head, so the unknown above the neck to all painted green. As a result, the goods are full of itchy meat. From the beginning of painting neck all the way laughing, leading to now even the shoulders are not painted. "Can you stop bumping?" The makeup artist was helpless. Han Dong still kept laughing, "can you let me come by myself?" Make up artist face so gorgeous figure, how willing to let go? So a responsible attitude, said: "you smear uneven." As a result, a more responsible voice sounded at the door. "I spread it evenly." Han Dong and the makeup artist were stunned. Wang Zhongding walked straight in and stretched out his hand to the makeup artist, "I'll come." Makeup artist a face for Han Dong excuse, "Mr. Wang, he didn't mean not to cooperate, he was just ticklish." "I know. You take it." Wang Zhongding's room is even colder. The makeup artist worries for Han Dong, but Han Dong stinks for himself: the president is so overbearing! How possessive! "Mr. Wang, we..." Before the makeup artist finished, he was robbed of the brush by Wang Zhongding. "You're going out to be killed." The two makeup artists had to go out bitterly. Director Lu was at the door. Seeing them coming out, he couldn't help asking, "what's going on inside?" "I don't know how Han Dong provoked Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang wanted to paint him." Director Lu is worried about the staff of Han Dong again. He is really envious of talents! Makeup artist a face color ground asks: "Wang always can't pour directly to him?" Director Lu wiped away his sweat. "It shouldn't be, Mr. Wang It's very economical Inside, Wang Zhongding ordered Han Dong: "lie down." "The front is not finished yet." Han Dong reminds us. "If you want to lie down, just lie down." So, Han Dong turned over and raised his hips. Wang Zhongding plans to paint Han Dong's back first, because the back is relatively less sensitive. After Han Dong got used to it, he would paint other parts. As a result, when the brush touched Han Dong's back, the goods twisted like loach again. "No, no Oh, I'll go Ha ha ha Ha ha ha... " Wang Zhongding took a part-time job, even though he was cheap, he also grew a body of cheap meat. "Be honest!" Silence the command. Where can Han Dong stay? Twist your hips and roll. In the end, Wang Zhongding didn't spit much on him, but splashed himself with green. Wang Zhongding had to think of a way to cure him. "If you move any more, I won't paint it for you." It worked. In order not to lose this opportunity of intimate contact, Han Dong, even if itching, is still. But bear it, it seems not so itchy. I can catch my breath and have a chat with Wang Zhongding. "Why do you paint it for me?" Even if Han Dong's head is down, Wang Zhongding can still imagine his ugly and beautiful manner of wise rune. "I'm too lazy to listen to you." Han Dong asked, "Why are you here today?" "I just happen to be free." "Why don't you have time when I'm usually dressed for filming?" Wang Zhongding face paralysis, "you poor enough?" Han Dong is silent. "Poverty is enough." Wang Zhongding ordered. Han Dong said, "I haven't painted my legs yet." Han Dong turns over obediently, and stares at Wang Zhongding unbridled. It's like trying to uncover his rigid and serious skin and see how sullen it is inside. Wang Zhongding let him stare, finally couldn't help looking back. "What are you looking at?" Han Dong's smile is not funny. "I didn't see anything." Wang Zhongding continued to apply it down. When he applied it to his chest, Han Dong reminded him: "I'm sensitive. Be careful." Wang Zhongding did not respond. When he got there, Han Dong hummed on purpose. As a result, Wang Zhongding's tiger eyes glared angrily and didn't dare to speak any more. After painting the upper part of his body, Wang Zhongding ordered Han Dong to stand up. "Have you finished painting your lower body?" Han Dong asked. Wang Zhongding said: "Tu, stand Tu." "Why stand up and paint?" "Convenient." So Han Dong stood on the wall with two hands. Wang Zhongding sits beside Han Dong and daubs his lower body like brushing a wall, so it's not easy to imagine. As a result, he restrained himself, but Han Dong jumped into the fire pit by himself. Originally, it was OK to stand straight. He bent over 90 degrees and put on his back. Wang Zhongding couldn't bear it. "Why do you lift your skin so high?" Han Dong a pair of thoughtful expression, "give you when cushion ah, you can put your head on the top brush." I don't know if Wang Zhongding has a pillow, but he certainly has a cigarette. In fact, Han Dong bent over to observe the subtle changes in Wang Zhongding's crotch. After painting the legs, Wang Zhongding put down the brush. Han Dong said, "is this the end? What about the ass? " "Didn't you say you didn't have to paint your ass? Your trunks are green But Han Dong said seriously: "what if the swimming trunks are crooked and the meat inside is exposed? You don't have to paint it all, you just fill in the edges. " With that, Han Dong stuffed the back half of his swimming trunks into his buttocks, "come on." Wang Zhongding's face was the same color as the paint at that time. I don't know what words to use to describe Han Dong. Wave goods king in Ding see more, but "so" wave of his first time to see. "So" does not refer to the degree, but refers to the way. If Wang Zhongding really like other people's eyes like silk to twist a paragraph also OK, but every time he is put in a special posture, but holding a rambling face. It's a very annoying feeling. Finally get these two lumps of fat, to the last step. "Put your hand out." The king of Han obediently put his paws on. Wang Zhongding murmured: "it's a bit human at last." "Apply hand cream every day." Han Dong specially stressed. Wang Zhongding ignored him and pulled a hand directly. Wang Zhongding stopped when he applied it to the raised scar on the edge of his little finger. "When did you do the operation?" Ask Han Dong. Han Dong has no impression. He should have been very young. "Do you feel uncomfortable?" "I'm used to it." Wang Zhongding didn't ask any more questions. He continued his action. The dressing room is warm and full, and the outside is worried. "I don't know if we can make this scene today." Director Lu looks sad. The makeup artist looked at his watch and said, "it's only 20 minutes. It's estimated that it's early after painting." "If the light painting is OK, if it's painted while playing, it's even slower." Just then, the door of the dressing room suddenly opened, and Han Dong came out alive. "It's over. Let's go." Director Lu hurried over and asked, "OK?" Han Dong asked: "how many times do we need to change our makeup?" "A dozen times, I'm afraid." Han Dong shook director Lu's hand hard, "this shooting method is so good!"