Although this scene is a nude scene, it must not be so naked at the shooting scene, at least wearing a pair of swimming trunks.
The moment Han Dong walked out of the locker room, everyone's eyes couldn't move.
Especially when he was walking with Shen Chuhua, those gorgeous thighs were touching Shen Chuhua's armpit. To put it a bit exaggerated, Han Dong could ride on Shen Chuhua's shoulders by standing on tiptoe.
"So you have such a great figure!" the photographer exclaimed.
Han Dong was surprised, "Didn't you see the magazine I shot?"
"I saw it, but I didn't recognize it at all."
Han Dong, "..."
Before Wang Zhongding approached the shooting venue, he heard Han Dong's iconic wild laughter.
"Don't, don't, don't... Hahahaha... No way... It's tickling me to death..."
A normal person would know that it was being tickled as soon as he heard it, but Wang Zhongding didn't know where to go, his face suddenly sank, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
As a result, after entering, he still only heard his voice but could not see his person.
Wang Zhongding asked Director Lu, "Where is the person?"
Director Lu was stunned, "Who are you referring to?"
Wang Zhongding seemed to realize that he came to visit everyone's class, not one's class.
"The one who laughed." Er Lei answered for Wang Zhongding.
"You mean Han Dong? It's in the dressing room."
Wang Zhongding approached the dressing room and saw Han Dong being pressed on the bed to paint.
I thought the first shot was the head, so all the unknowns above the neck should be painted green.
As a result, this guy has itchy flesh all over his body. I have been laughing all the way since I painted my neck, and now I haven't even finished painting my shoulders.
"Could you please stop being upside down?" The makeup artist was helpless.
Han Dong still kept laughing, "Then can you let me do it myself?"
Faced with such a gorgeous figure, how could the makeup artist be willing to let go? So he said with a responsible attitude: "You don't paint evenly."
As a result, a more responsible voice than him sounded at the door.
"I paint evenly."
Han Dong and the makeup artist were all stunned.
Wang Zhongding walked in directly, reached out to the makeup artist, "I'll do it."
The make-up artist had an expression of apologizing for Han Dong, "President Wang, he didn't mean to be uncooperative, he's just ticklish."
"I know, you can bring it." Wang Zhongding's room became more cold and hard.
The makeup artist was worried for Han Dong, but Han Dong was smug for himself: Mr. President is so domineering! So possessive!
"President Wang, we..."
Before the makeup artist finished speaking, Wang Zhongding snatched the brush from his hand.
"You go out and be punished."
The two makeup artists had no choice but to walk out resentfully.
Director Lu was at the door, and when he saw the two of them coming out, he couldn't help asking, "What's going on inside?"
"I don't know how Han Dong provoked Mr. Wang again. Mr. Wang wants to color him himself."
Director Lu was worried about Han Dong's staff again, God is really jealous of talents!
The make-up artist asked with a look of color on his face, "Will Mr. Wang splash it directly on him?"
Director Lu wiped his sweat, "It shouldn't be so, Mr. Wang is... pretty frugal."
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Inside, Wang Zhongding ordered Han Dong, "Come here."
"The front is not painted yet," Han Dong reminded.
"If you tell you to lie down, you can lie down."
So, Han Dong turned over, with his hips facing up.
Wang Zhongding planned to paint Han Dong's back first, because the back was relatively less sensitive. After Han Dong slowly got used to it, he painted other parts.
As a result, when the brush touched Han Dong's back, the thing twisted like a loach again.
"No, no, no... Oh, I'm going... Hahahaha... Hahahaha..."
Wang Zhongding took a part-time job, even if he was cheap, he also grew a whole body of cheap meat.
"Stay there!" Shen Sheng ordered.
How could Han Dong stay
Twisting waist and swinging hips, writhing and rolling.
In the end, Wang Zhongding didn't spit much on him, and splashed green all over his body.
Wang Zhongding had to think of a way to cure him.
"If you move around again, I won't paint it for you."
It worked.
In order not to lose this opportunity for close contact, Han Dong endured the itch and remained motionless.
But bear with it, it doesn't seem to be so itchy anymore.
I can still catch my breath and chat with Wang Zhongding.
"Why did you paint it on me yourself?"
Even if Han Dong's head was turned downward, Wang Zhongding could still imagine the smug demeanor of his wise rune.
"Too lazy to listen to your call."
Han Dong asked again: "Then why are you here today?"
"It just happens to be free."
"Then why aren't you free when I'm usually dressed for filming?"
Wang Zhongding's face was paralyzed, "Are you poor enough?"
Han Dong said nothing.
"If you are poor enough, turn around." Wang Zhongding ordered.
Han Dong said, "The legs haven't been painted yet."
Han Dong turned over obediently, staring at Wang Zhongding with unscrupulous eyes. It was as if he wanted to peel off his upright and serious skin, and see how boring he was inside.
Wang Zhongding asked him to stare at him, and finally couldn't help but glance back.
"What are you looking at?"
Han Dong's smile was not funny, "I didn't see anything."
Wang Zhongding continued to apply it down, and when it reached his chest, Han Dong reminded him twitchingly: "My nipples are very sensitive, so be careful."
Wang Zhongding didn't respond.
When he got there, Han Dong purposely snorted provocatively. As a result, Wang Zhongding's tiger eyes glared at him angrily, and he didn't dare to say anything anymore.
After painting his upper body, Wang Zhongding ordered Han Dong to stand up.
"Did you finish painting your lower body?" Han Dong asked.
Wang Zhongding said: "Tu, stand up and paint."
"Why stand up and paint?"
"convenient."
So, Han Dong stood with his hands on the wall.
Wang Zhongding sat beside Han Dong and painted on his lower body like painting a wall, so that it would not be easy to imagine.
In the end, he restrained himself, but Han Dong jumped into the fire pit by himself.
Originally, it was enough to stand upright, but he wanted to bow at ninety degrees and put on his back.
Wang Zhongding couldn't bear it anymore, "Why are you making your skin so high?"
Han Dong had a considerate expression, "I'll use it as a cushion for you, you can rest your head on it and brush."
I don't know if Wang Zhongding has the desire to sleep, but he definitely has the desire to smoke.
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 still couldn't finish it, "This is the end? Where's the butt?"
"Didn't you say you don't need to paint your butt? Your swimming trunks are green."
But Han Dong said with a serious face: "What if the swimming trunks are crooked during the shooting and the flesh inside is exposed? You don't need to paint all over, just fill in the edges."
With that said, Han Dong stuffed the second half of his swimming trunks into his buttocks, "Come on."
Wang Zhongding's face was the same color as the paint.
I don't know what words to use to describe Han Dong.
I've seen Wang Zhongding a lot, but this is the first time I've seen him who is "such" a prostitute.
"So" does not refer to the degree, but the manner of reference.
It would be fine if Wang Zhongding turned around a little bit like someone else's winking eyes, but every time he puts on a particularly ecstatic posture, but holds a foolish face. That nondescript feeling is particularly irritating.
Finally got rid of these two lumps of fat and proceeded to the last step.
"Hold out your hand."
The King of Han obediently presented his paws.
Wang Zhongding muttered: "Finally I'm a bit human."
"Use hand cream every day." Han Dong specially emphasized.
Wang Zhongding ignored him and directly grabbed a hand.
When it reached the raised scar on the edge of the little finger, Wang Zhongding paused for a moment.
"When did you have the surgery?" asked Han Dong. Han Dong has no memory, it should be when he was very young.
"Do you feel awkward?"
"I'm used to it."
Wang Zhongding didn't ask any more questions, and continued with what he was doing.
The dressing room is full of warmth, but the outside of the dressing room is full of worries.
"I don't know if we can still shoot today's scene." Director Lu looked worried.
The make-up artist looked at his watch, "It's been just over twenty minutes, so it's probably early to finish painting."
"It's fine if you paint lightly, but if you paint while painting, it will be even slower."
Just as he was talking, the door of the dressing room opened suddenly, and Han Dong came out alive and well.
"It's over, let's start."
Director Lu hurried over and asked, "Are you okay?"
Han Dong asked back: "How many times do we need to change our makeup for this set of shots?"
"I'm afraid it will take a dozen times."
Han Dong shook Director Lu's hand firmly, "This shooting method is great!"