Er Lei was driving in front, and Wang Zhongding asked Han Dong to lie on his lap to prevent him from turning over indiscriminately and hitting his back injury. On the way, Han Dong suddenly spoke.
"What are you doing?" asked Wang Zhongding.
Wang Zhongding knew that he was dazed and not fully awake, so he stroked the back of his head twice with his hand to let him continue to sleep.
After a while, Han Dong wanted to turn over again.
Wang Zhongding held him down.
"I haven't finished painting yet..." Han Dong muttered.
In order to let him lie on his stomach, Wang Zhongding said along the way: "Yes, I haven't finished painting yet."
As a result, Han Dong slowly stretched his hand behind him.
"What are you going to do?" Wang Zhongding asked.
Han Dong didn't answer, but pinched the edge of his underwear with great difficulty with his swollen fingers. Slowly, slowly pull towards the middle, and finally tuck it into the buttocks.
Wang Zhongding, "...you can do it!"
What is it all about? Don't forget to play hooligans.
Han Dong obviously didn't think it would work, he kept his hands like that, and didn't feel too tired to panic.
In the end, Wang Zhongding touched it twice as if compromising.
Han Dong's hand finally took it back slowly.
Erlei saw Wang Zhongding's gentle eyes from the rearview mirror, and suddenly felt that the blind man was very accurate in his calculations. He knew that he would have asked the blind man to calculate his marriage for him.
When he arrived at the hospital, Han Dong had a full-body examination. After confirming that there was nothing serious, Wang Zhongding was really relieved.
But Han Dong still had a fever and was in a semi-comatose state.
This place is far away from the company, and Wang Zhongding was worried that Han Dong would be hospitalized here alone. So he decided to send Han Dong back to the dormitory and find a doctor to take care of him.
After arriving at the company, Wang Zhongding asked Er Lei to drive home first, and he sent Han Dong back to the dormitory alone.
When the car drove to the door of the apartment, Wang Zhongding carried Han Dong inside.
Just as the elevator was slowly ascending, Han Dong suddenly said something in his sleep.
"My footage was deleted."
Wang Zhongding shuddered, "What lens?"
"Shots taken today."
In the past, Wang Zhongding would not have taken it seriously when he heard Han Dong's nagging words. But thinking of Han Dong's abnormal emotions when he was counting the box office on the set that day, and thinking of Han Dong's crazy filming state today, Wang Zhongding's heart suddenly seemed to be pulled by something.
"You figured it out yourself?" Wang Zhongding asked.
Han Dong hummed.
The elevator door opened, Wang Zhongding walked out, and found that the door of the dormitory was locked.
"Ming'er is not here." Han Dong said again.
Wang Zhongding hesitated for a moment, then reached out for the key.
"I sent Xia Ke a pair of underwear worn by Ming'er, and Xia Ke took Ming'er away."
Wang Zhongding didn't comment on Han Dong's actions, but asked him, "How do you know his name is Xia Ke?"
"It's calculated." Han Dong said.
Up to this point, Wang Zhongding still didn't fully believe that Han Dong had this ability, but only thought 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 scene. I'm afraid he will be disappointed if his expectations are too high after watching it. If it is not screened in the end, he will be disappointed."
Wang Zhongding paused when he turned the key.
"Since you know you will be cut, why do you still want to shoot?"
When Han Dong was in a coma, he never forgot to be poor, "Since you know that rice will turn into shit, why do you still eat it?"
Wang Zhongding was angry, "Eating is necessary for survival, and eating is a kind of enjoyment."
"Filming is also a kind of enjoyment."
"Can this kind of lens be called enjoyment today? Tell me where is your enjoyment?"
"I think I'm awesome."
Wang Zhongding didn't know where the anger came from, kicked the door open, and threw Han Dong directly on the bed in the bedroom.
"Aren't you awesome? Then don't take medicine, don't see a doctor, and treat yourself!"
As a result, he turned around and was about to go out when Han Dong spoke again.
"As long as it can make you money."
Wang Zhongding felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
In fact, from the moment he hesitated, he was destined to recite Han Dong no matter how he recited it in. On the way home, Wang Zhong Dingcai said to Han Dong, "I didn't bring you to the company to make money for me."
Being in the entertainment circle, seeing all the ups and downs of celebrities, a new generation replacing old ones, the simple being too popular has long been unable to stir up any waves in Wang Zhongding's heart. He not only wanted Han Dong to be famous, he also wanted Han Dong to be irreplaceable. There is no shortage of superstars in his entertainment kingdom, but what is missing is a generation of legends.
It's a pity that Han Dong didn't hear these words.
Wang Zhongding brought Han Dong to his home.
He never brought anyone in the circle home, and Han Dong was the first one.
Because Han Dong was still having a fever, Wang Zhongding put him in his room. Feeling that he was in a deep sleep, he opened the door and walked out.
Wang Zhongding didn't sleep almost all night, so he went to the room every once in a while to check on Han Dong's condition and test his temperature.
The last time I tested the watch was after five o'clock, and the fever finally subsided.
Xixi used to sleep until it was too bright. Since Han Dong said he wanted to be his father, he often ran out of the room when he fell asleep and went to Wang Zhongding's bed to sleep for a while.
It was the same today, before six o'clock, Xixi got up from the bed, squinted her eyes and walked towards Wang Zhongding's room.
Because she was still sleepwalking, Xixi didn't even look at who was on the bed, so she fell asleep with her pillow on his arm. After Wang Zhongding washed up, he sat on the sofa. He lived a life that Han Dong could only pretend to be. Drink morning tea, watch global stock markets, and plan a day's itinerary.
After a busy night, I can finally enjoy a short period of comfort.
As a result, there was a sudden cry in the room.
"Dad... Dad... Dad..."
Wang Zhongding strode towards the room, and the nanny hurried out and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I gonna go see."
As Wang Zhongding said that, he pushed open the door! Xixi ran towards the door in horror. Wang Zhongding squatted down, caught his son who rushed over, and hugged him up.
"Are you scared?" He asked softly.
Xixi nodded, "Uncle Little Braid's body came to our house."
Wang Zhongding saw Han Dong who was still in green, and explained to Xixi helplessly, "He is alive."
"Then why did he come to our house?"
"He was injured, I rescued him."
"You hate him so much, why do you want to save him?"
"After all, it is a human life."
"Yes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
Wang Zhongding nodded, and handed Xixi to the nanny, "Take him to brush his teeth."
After Xixi left, Wang Zhongding went to check the condition of the "corpse".
To be honest, Wang Zhongding was too embarrassed to admit that Han Dong was "alive". Just now the child was crying so loudly that he actually slept like a pig.
"Hey, wake up." Wang Zhongding called Han Dong.
Han Dong didn't respond at all.
"Wash your body first, apply the medicine and then go to bed."
Han Dong still didn't respond.
Wang Zhongding lifted Han Dong's quilt, and what came into view was large swathes of black and purple.
Seeing him like this, even if he woke up, he might not be able to clean up by himself, so Wang Zhongding planned to take advantage of the time before going to work to give Han Dong a simple scrub.
After breakfast, Xixi was sent to school by the driver.
When Wang Zhongding carried Han Dong to the bathroom, Han Dong was conscious but still didn't wake up. Wang Zhongding guessed that he was overtired and nervous during this period of time, so he fell asleep as soon as he relaxed.
The bathtub was filled with water. As soon as Wang Zhongding put Han Dong in, Han Dong jumped out anxiously, refusing to soak in it no matter what.
Wang Zhongding suddenly understood.
Instead of forcing Han Dong into the bathtub, he temporarily found a small bed with bath towels on it, and asked Han Dong to lie down on it. Then Wang Zhongding rinsed him with a nozzle, just like painting in a dressing room.
Han Dong gradually relaxed.
Wang Zhongding took out a special cleaning agent, poured it on his hands, and smeared it on Han Dong's body.
As the paint gradually faded, the black purple on the back turned into reddish purple, and it finally looked less worrying.
After the skin regained its luster, the slippery feeling also began to flow through the fingertips. Before he knew it, Wang Zhongding's hand had lingered on Han Dong's inner thigh for a long time.
Han Dong was still wearing swimming trunks.
The familiar scene jumped into Wang Zhongding's mind. Han Dong grasped the edge of the underwear with both hands, slowly, slowly gathered it towards the middle, and finally stuffed it into the gap between his buttocks...
And Han Dong's hooligan face jumped very vividly in Wang Zhongding's heart.