Chapter 120

Two thunder in front of the car, Wang Zhongding let Han Dong lie on his leg, so as to avoid his back injury. On the way, Han Dong suddenly spoke. "What are you doing?" Ask Wang Zhongding. Wang Zhongding knew that he was not fully awake, so he put his hand on the back of his head and let him continue to sleep. After a while, Han Dong wanted to turn over. Wang Zhongding held him down. "It's not finished yet..." Han Dong mumbles. In order to make him lie down, Wang Zhongding said: "yes, it's not finished yet." As a result, Han Dong slowly extended his hand to the back. "What are you doing?" Wang Zhongding asked. Han Dong did not answer, but with swollen fingers unusually hard to grasp the edge of underwear. Slowly, slowly to the middle of the pull, and finally into the hip seam. Wang Zhongding, " You can do it What's it all about? Don't forget to play hooligans. Han Dong obviously felt that he couldn't do it. He kept his hand there all the time and didn't feel tired. At last, Wang Zhongding touched it two times like compromise. Han Dong finally took back his hand slowly. Er Lei sees Wang Zhongding's soft eyes in the rearview mirror, and suddenly feels that the blind man is accurate. He knew that he had let the blind man calculate his marriage. To the hospital, Han Dong did a general examination. Wang Zhongding was really relieved when he was sure there was no serious problem. But Han Dong is still in a semi coma state with a fever. It's far away from the company, so Han Dong is hospitalized here alone. Wang Zhongding is not at ease. So he decided to send Han Dong back to his dormitory and find a doctor to take care of him. After arriving at the company, Wang Zhongding asks Er Lei to drive home first. He drives Han Dong back to the dormitory alone. The car drove to the door of the apartment, and Wang Zhongding carried Han Dong in. Just as the elevator slowly rises, Han Dong suddenly has a dream talk. "My shot was cut out." Wang Zhongding's body is a Lin, "what lens?" "Today's shot." If you put it in the past, Wang Zhongding would not take Han Dong's words seriously. But thinking of Han Dong's unusual mood when he was at the box office that day, and Han Dong's crazy state of filming today, Wang Zhongding's heart suddenly seemed to be torn by something. "You figured it out for yourself?" Wang Zhongding asked. Han Dong said. When the elevator door opened, Wang Zhongding went out and found that the door of the dormitory was locked. "Ming'er is not here." Han Dong added. Wang Zhongding hesitated for a moment and reached for the key. "I sent a pair of underwear that ming'er wore to Xia Ke, and Xia Ke took ming'er away." Wang Zhongding did not comment on Han Dong's behavior, but asked him, "how do you know his name is Xia Ke?" "Calculated." Han Dong said. At this point, Wang Zhongding still didn't fully believe that Han Dong had this ability, just felt that he had mastered some method of psychological suggestion, until Han Dong said the following. "Ming'er is always looking forward to seeing me shoot today's play. I'm afraid he'll be disappointed if his expectations are too high and he doesn't show it in the end." Wang Zhongding turned the key. "Since you know it's going to be cut, why shoot it?" Han Dong did not forget to play poor when he was half in a coma. "Since you know that rice will turn into excrement, why do you want to eat it?" Wang Zhongding said, "eating is necessary for survival, and eating is a kind of enjoyment." "Filming is also a pleasure." "Today's lens can also be called enjoyment? Tell me where you enjoy it? " "I feel like a bull." Wang Zhongding didn't know where he got the gas. He kicked the door open and threw Han Dong on the bed in his bedroom. "Aren't you a bull? Then you don't take medicine, and don't see a doctor, self-treatment! " As a result, just as he was about to go out, Han Dong spoke again. "As long as I can make money for you." Wang Zhongding had an unspeakable taste in his heart. In fact, from the moment he hesitated, it was doomed that he would carry Han Dong out as much as he could. On the way home, Wang Zhongding and Han Dong said, "I brought you to the company not to make money for you." In the entertainment industry, watching the ups and downs of stars, a generation of new people for the old, simple too red big purple already can't stir up a wave in Wang Zhongding's heart. He not only wants Han Dong to become famous, he also wants Han Dong to be irreplaceable. There is no lack of superstars in his entertainment Kingdom, but a generation of legends. Unfortunately, Han Dong did not hear these words. Wang Zhongding took Han Dong to his home. He never brings his insiders home, and Han Dong is the first. Because Han Dong was still feverish, Wang Zhongding placed him in his room. Feeling that he was fast asleep, he opened the door and went out. Wang Zhongding almost stayed up all night. Every other time, he went to his room to see Han Dong's condition and try his temperature. The last test was after five o'clock, and the fever finally subsided. Xi Xi used to sleep until it was too bright. After Han Dong said he wanted to be his father, he often ran out of the room and went to Wang Zhongding's bed for a while. It's the same today. Before six o'clock, Xixi got up from the bed and squinted toward Wang Zhongding's room. Because she was still sleepwalking, she didn't see who was on the bed at all, so she fell asleep on his arm. Wang Zhongding sat on the sofa after washing. He lived a life that Han Dong could only pretend to be forced. Have morning tea, watch the global stock market and plan a day's journey. After a busy night, I can finally enjoy the short-term comfort. As a result, a cry came from the room. "Dad Dad Dad... " Wang Zhongding strode toward the room, and the nanny came out in a hurry and asked, "what's the matter?" "I'll see." Wang Zhongding said and opened the door! Sisi ran to the door in horror. Wang Zhongding squatted down, caught his son and picked him up. "Are you scared?" Asked in a soft voice. Xi Xi nodded, "Uncle pigtail's body has come to our house." Wang Zhongding see a green has not yet had time to deal with Han Dong, helplessly toward the West West to explain, "he is alive." "Then why did he come to our house?" "He's hurt. I got him back." "Why save him when you hate him so much?" "It's a human life, after all." "Yes, saving one life is better than building a seven level putu." Wang Zhongding nodded and handed Xi Xi to the nanny, "take him to brush his teeth." After Xi Xi left, Wang Zhongding went to check the condition of the "corpse". To tell the truth, Wang Zhongding is embarrassed to admit that Han Dong is "alive". The child was crying so loud just now that he was sleeping like a pig. "Hey, wake up." Wang Zhongding's name is Han Dong. Han Dong did not respond at all. "Wash yourself first, put on the medicine, and then go to sleep." Han Dong did not respond. Wang Zhongding lifted Han Dong's quilt and saw a lot of black and purple. Seeing him like this, even if he wakes up, he may not be able to clean up by himself, so Wang Zhongding plans to take advantage of the time before going to work to give Han Dong a simple scrub. Xi Xi had breakfast and was sent to school by the driver. When Wang Zhongding walks to the bathroom with Han Dong in his arms, Han Dong is conscious but still doesn't wake up. Wang Zhongding guessed that he was too tired and nervous during this period of time, so that he would fall asleep as soon as he relaxed. The bathtub was full of water. As soon as Wang Zhongding put Han Dong in, Han Dong rushed out anxiously and said he would not soak in it. Wang Zhongding suddenly understood. Instead of forcing Han Dong into the bathtub, he temporarily found a small bed with bath towel on it and let Han Dong lie down directly. Then Wang Zhongding rinsed him with a sprinkler, just like painting in a dressing room. Han Dong gradually relaxed. Wang Zhongding took out a special cleaning agent, poured it on his hand and daubed it on Han Dong's body. As the paint gradually faded, the back of the black purple into a red purple, and finally look not so worried. After the skin regains its luster, the greasy feeling begins to flow through the fingertips. Unconsciously, Wang Zhongding's hand had lingered inside Han Dong's thigh for a long time. Han Dong is still wearing swimming trunks. The familiar scene jumps into Wang Zhongding's mind. Han Dong grabs the edge of his underwear with both hands, slowly, slowly collapses to the middle, and finally tucks it into his buttocks And Han Dong's face of playing hooligans was very vivid in Wang Zhongding's heart.