Feng Mang

Chapter 123: Little bastard and big mantis

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In the evening, the VIP room of Zhongding Company welcomed a guest from afar, Mr. Kahn, a popular Hollywood director.

Kahn is the youngest director in Hollywood, only 36 years old this year. It is precisely because he is young and promising that he has created his arrogant and unruly character. On the surface, he has the enthusiasm and talkativeness shared by Westerners, but in his heart it is difficult to build trust with others.

In order to cooperate with Kahn this time, the company also spent a lot of effort.

When they met for the first time, Wang Zhongding presented him with an invisible watch. After cutting it, it feels like the hands are drawn on the arm, which is very popular with Kahn.

However, Kahn still stated that he would not agree to direct without suitable actors.

"I already have a preliminary candidate for the protagonist, you can take a look first."

After Wang Zhongding finished speaking, Feng Jun handed Han Dong's blockbuster photo to Kahn.

Kahn is a Westerner, and his aesthetics is naturally different from that of Easterners. He generally doesn't like Asian actors, so he didn't have much expectation when he got it.

As a result, after a glance, Kahn's eyeballs instantly lit up with elite light.

"He went to a male artist in China?"

Wang Zhongding said proudly: "A native Chinese."

"Are you making a mistake? I think he should be of mixed race. He must have two bloodlines.

Wang Zhongding did not continue to discuss this topic with him, and asked directly: "What do you think of this actor?"

"Totally exceeded my expectations, and I'm very satisfied." Kahn stared at Han Dong's photo engrossed.

Wang Zhongding signaled Feng Jun to get the joint company.

Kahn put his hand on the photo, and made no secret of his admiration, "This is the sexiest body I've ever seen..."

Wang Zhongding's expression changed a little.

Feng Jun handed the contract to Kahn, but Kahn did not take it, and was still expressing his feelings to the photo.

"Although I am a man, I still have the urge to fuck him when I see such legs."

Wang Zhongding was originally staring at the contract, but when he heard this, he immediately raised his eyelids, and his cold and stern gaze soared past.

Feng Jun coughed lightly beside him, implying that Wang Zhongding should calm down. Cultural differences, just cultural differences.

Kahn didn't notice Wang Zhongding's abnormality at all, and continued to humor him, "Don't you think so?"

Wang Zhongding's complexion was iron.

Feng Jun hurriedly pushed the contract in front of Kahn, "Director Kahn, please take a look at our contract first."

Only then did Kahn turn his attention to the business, and Wang Zhongding's expression finally eased a little.

The entire negotiation process went very smoothly, and Kahn expressed his willingness to cooperate, and the contract was finally signed after half a year.

Before leaving, Kahn asked Wang Zhongding: "Do you have any other photos of Mr. Dongdong?"

"Dongdong?" Wang Zhongding seemed to be quite critical of this title.

Kahn nodded, "Yes, don't you Chinese like to use redundancies to express intimacy? It's Dongdong.

"No." A particularly blunt answer.

Kahn had a regretful expression on his face, "Well, I can only learn more about it when I'm filming."

After Kahn left, Feng Jun found that Wang Zhongding was not as happy as he expected, but kept staring at the seat where Kahn had sat.

"What's wrong?" Feng Jun asked.

"Where's the photo you gave him just now?"

Feng Jun flipped through it casually, and said casually, "Director Kahn should have taken it."

Originally, it was understandable for the director to keep the actor's information, but Wang Zhongding felt unhappy no matter what he thought.

Feng Jun noticed that Wang Zhongding was in an abnormal mood, and thought he was speaking truthfully to Kahn, so he said something joking to ease the atmosphere.

"This director Kahn is really good! He has no shape at all. He actually wants to fuck that kid Han Dong. How twisted is his heart to have desire for Han Dong!"

Wang Zhongding drank water with his back turned to Feng Jun, swallowing every sip with great difficulty.

At the celebration banquet, almost everyone was present, only Wang Zhongding did not come.

Liang Jing looked at his watch and said to Li Shang, "Call Mr. Wang and ask him why he hasn't arrived yet."

Li Shang dialed Wang Zhongding's number.

"Mr. Wang, where are you now? I'll pick you up."

Wang Zhongding's tone was indifferent, "I'm not going today, I have something to do at home. Congratulate the crew on my behalf, and wish you continued success at the box office."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Wang."

Then, Li Shang went on stage to pass on Wang Zhongding's pleasure.

"President Wang's family has something to do today, so I can't come to the scene. I would like to express my congratulations to everyone on his behalf."

Inside the company, the relationship between actors and executives has always been a sensitive topic. From teasing Wang Zhongding publicly to speaking out for him, Li Shang is not afraid of gossip at all, obviously to give a hint of development prospects to those present.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped off the stage, a few flatterers came.

After the celebration banquet was over, Li Shang got drunk. Liang Jing had already reserved a room for Li Shang at the hotel, but Li Shang secretly took a taxi to the company by himself.

Just as Yu Ming was about to lock the door and go out, he saw Li Shang coming out of the elevator carrying big and small bags.

"Where's Dongzi?"

Yu Ming replied coldly: "He's not here."

In the end, Li Shang still walked in with his things.

Yu Ming didn't want him to enter Han Dong's room, so he said, "Just put your things here."

Li Shang still walked in, and asked Yu Ming as he walked, "How is Dongzi injured?"

"No big deal." Yu Ming said.

Li Shang tried to push the door of Han Dong's room, but it actually opened. I didn't go into the house for the first two visits, but this time I suddenly wanted to come in and take a look.

Seeing the layout of the room, Li Shang was stunned, feeling as if he had returned to Han Dong's rented place. Although it is only half a year from now, it feels like a lifetime away.

"Why does he still buy this kind of broken furniture?" Li Shang's tone was full of drunkenness, "He... why can't he be on the stage?"

If these words were aimed at Yu Ming, Yu Ming would definitely turn a deaf ear to them, but Han Dong couldn't calm down anyway.

"We used to have a good relationship. When I went to participate in the re-election, he gave me trousers. I still keep those trousers today."

"He is talented, but he doesn't know how to deal with people. Sometimes I really want to help him, but when I mention him to others, they shake their heads and say that Mr. Wang limits his exposure."

"Do you know? He has been squatting in front of the Beijing Film Studio for five years, so patient! But he was also ruined by this patience. He lived too easily and was too used to himself."

"..."

Li Shangmo was poor for a long time, and Yu Ming only replied him with one word.

"Han Dong has many shortcomings, but he is more confident than you."

After saying this, Yu Ming got on the elevator, leaving Li Shang alone at the door in a daze.

When Wang Zhongding arrived home, Han Dong was lying on the bed in his T-shirt, performing the most clichéd temptation of pretending.

Although Wang Zhongding was a few centimeters taller than Han Dong, the ratio of his upper and lower body was not so heaven-defying. So he was wearing suitable clothes, which were a little long on Han Dong's body, just covering his buttocks, leaving only two long, naked legs.

Han Dong didn't seem to notice it, but in fact, he kept looking at the door from the corner of his eye, couldn't stop, right

Sure enough, Wang Zhongding couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Did you change my clothes?"

Han Dong smiled shyly, "No, it's because my upper body is short."

"I mean, did you change the fat and thin?"

Wang Zhongding was wearing loose clothes, why did he become tight-fitting on Han Dong's body

Han Dong laughed dryly, "Tighten your waist a bit, shouldn't it be obvious?"

Sending is one of Wang Zhongding's two favorite T-shirts. Although he doesn't have many clothes, every piece is a boutique. Carefully ironed and cared for, it hasn’t lost a millimeter of its shape after wearing it for two years, let this product be ruined with a scissor...

Just as he was angry, he swept to a "little Taoist priest" not far away.

Xixi was also wearing Wang Zhongding's T-shirt, and it was another one he liked. This one goes directly to the soles of the feet, just like a Taoist robe.

"Why are you wearing father's clothes?" Wang Zhongding asked Xixi.

Xixi snorted, "We can't let him steal the limelight."

Wang Zhongding's heart at that time was twisted into a hemp rope, and Han Dong was still laughing in the room.

Sometimes he really wanted to show his heart when Han Dong was sober, but he couldn't! !

So, Han Dong let Wang Zhongding get out of bed.

Wang Zhongding determined the location according to the names of the two people, one was on the east side of his room and the other was on the west side. The room where Han Dong lived temporarily was reserved for Xixi, so it was also inflatable.

In the dead of night, Wang Zhongding lay on the bed without any sleepiness.

I remembered what I hadn’t finished in the morning, Kahn’s eyes looking at the photo, Feng Jun’s words that twisted my heart, and my changed clothes…

He thought about a lot of messy things, and looked clueless, but it boiled down to something simple - Han Dong.

Wang Zhongding felt that his emotions had developed in an uncontrollable direction.

Suddenly, the door rang.

Wang Zhongding turned his head to look at the door, Han Dong was walking slowly with his eyes closed.

Wang Zhongding's breathing gradually became heavier until Han Dong's body was implanted in the bed, and it instantly reached the highest level.

Han Dong lay on Wang Zhongding's body, and suddenly opened his eyes, catching Wang Zhongding by surprise.

This is the first time the two have been sober.

Wang Zhongding was still a little reluctant to let go at first, but when Han Dong's cheek was pressed against his neck, his psychological defense immediately collapsed.

At the beginning it was "little bastard Gai" lying on the body, but in the dream it was "big mantis". Now what I finally think of is the "big mantis", and the one lying on the body is also the "big mantis".

"Don't sleep well, what are you doing in my room?" The words were still the same, but the tone was completely different.

Han Dong still looked ashamed.

"I hurt my back and couldn't lie down."

Wang Zhongding said: "Then you can lie on your own bed, why do you have to lie on me?"

"The bed is not as soft as you." Han Dong smiled lazily.

Wang Zhongding stared at him for a while, his eyes gradually lost hardness. The arm that was originally frozen on the bed slowly lifted up, and the palm landed on Han Dong's little grip.

Suddenly, the door opened again.

Xixi rushed up with a wrinkled face, and climbed onto the bed angrily. Pushing Han Dong vigorously, he didn't pull it down, and finally lay on Han Dong's body directly. The little bastard and the big mantis were stacked together, and the blessings were shared.

Wang Zhongding, "Get down for me."

On the third day, Han Dong clamored to go back to the set.

Wang Zhongding's face was black at that time, "Where are you going? Just toss around at a little bit."

Han Dong was in a hurry to go when he saw that it was all right. If he didn't make himself miserable, how could he continue to stay here

"I have to go, or I won't feel at ease."

Wang Zhongding knew that he would compromise, because he was also such a person. Once something is done, it must be done.

Han Dong asked eagerly, "Are you going with me?"

Wang Zhongding's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

In fact, he stayed with Han Dong for a whole week.

Push away the work and give up the rest time, just to watch Han Dong's repeated lifting and falling into the water: in order to add a few stroking and massage movements to Han Dong's coloring and decolorization process...

If the shots were really cut, at least it would be worthwhile for Han Dong to reflect on the process.

With the passing of the last shot, Han Dong's crew finally wrapped up.