Feng Mang

Chapter 41: Whatever you want to do~

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Realizing that Han Dong would stay here if he didn't open the can, Wang Zhongding could only bite the bullet and help.

When Han Dong smelled the fragrance, he wanted to grab it.

Wang Zhongding grabbed Han Dong's wrist, "Wait a minute, I'll get the spoon."

As a result, just as Wang Zhongding let go of his hand, Han Dong, a hungry man, stretched his dog's paw into the box again.

"Can't you wait a little longer?" Wang Zhong Ding scolded angrily.

How could Han Dong wait? As soon as Wang Zhong Ding was released, he would rush to strike.

Last time, it was because I happened to have a spoon at hand, so I just handed it to him and it was over. This time I have to go to the kitchen inside to get it. In order to avoid seeing a disgusting scene, Wang Zhongding grabbed the can and carried it away by himself, but Han Dong followed behind like a big dog. Leaping to the left, to the right, claws grabbed Wang Zhongding's arm and shook back and forth, almost spilling the can.

Wang Zhongding had nothing to do with him, he could only hold the can in one hand and lead him in with the other.

The kitchen door was a bit narrow, and it was difficult for two men to walk in side by side. Wang Zhongding asked Han Dong to wait at the door, but Han Dong refused to let go. Wang Zhongding could only go in by himself, and then looked back to ensure that Han Dong would not bump into the door frame, and then called out: "Come in."

Han Dong walked in obediently.

Wang Zhongding led Han Dong out of the small kitchen door before inserting the spoon into the can and handing it to him together.

Han Dong walked slowly towards the door while eating the canned food.

Finally sent them away... Wang Zhongding heaved a sigh of relief and walked towards the desk.

As a result, Wang Zhongding stopped at the desk, and Han Dong also stopped at the desk.

Wang Zhongding looked at the can in Han Dong's hand, and he had already eaten it all.

Then, an annoying scene appeared.

Han Dong took out another box of canned food from his bag and handed it to Wang Zhongding.

Wang Zhongding was stunned for a moment, resisting the urge to hit someone, and took it again.

Should we go this time

Who would have thought that Han Dong would settle it in threes and twos, and then took out a box and handed it to him.

Wang Zhongding's face turned black in an instant, I stayed here to work, not to open cans for you!

But what can you do with a sleepwalker? Sleepwalking and murder can be found not guilty, so what is there to complain about eating a can

Wang Zhongding opened 10 boxes at a time, eat! I'll let you eat your fill!

As a result, Han Dong didn't leave, and sat next to Wang Zhongding to eat.

Wang Zhongding just squatted beside him like a dog and devoted himself to his own business.

But "this dog" is not willing to be lonely, and he grunts and chirps when he eats something. Sometimes I swipe my mouth hard, sometimes I suck and slip out with a particularly loud sound, even if I rest, I have to knock my teeth with a spoon.

Wang Zhongding suspected that Han Dong did it on purpose, but every time he looked over, Han Dong's eyes were closed tightly, without any trace of camouflage. Wang Zhongding checked this information on purpose. Sleepwalkers basically have their eyes open or half-closed. Why can this guy move freely with his eyes completely closed

If you talk to him, can he pick it up

Wang Zhongding tried to speak, "Is it that delicious?"

"If there is another pancake, it will be even more delicious!" Han Dong said cheerfully.

Pancakes... I think it's appropriate to bake you! Wang Zhongding remained sullen and did not reply.

After a while, Han Dong held out the messy canned meat to Wang Zhongding's eyes, and quickly took it back after successfully making him sick. After a while, he stretched it out again, and then quickly withdrew it. After a few back and forth, he dug out a spoonful of rotten meat from the can and shook it, as if he was greedy for Wang Zhongding.

"Want to eat?"

No response.

Han Dong showed a domineering smirk, "Call me brother! I'll let you have a taste if you call me brother."

Wang Zhongding didn't bother to talk to him at all.

Han Dong felt bored, so he started eating canned food again.

After a while, Wang Zhongding got up to fetch the water, and suddenly found a piece of sauce on the tip of Han Dong's nose. As a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, just as Wang Zhongding was about to ask him to wipe, Han Dong stuck out his tongue.

Few people's tongue can lick the tip of the nose, Han Dong not only can, but also more than enough.

"How is it? My tongue is very long, right?" Han Dong asked intentionally.

Wang Zhongding responded coldly.

As a result, Han Dong stuck out his tongue again and slowly licked around the corner of his mouth. One circle to the left, one circle to the right, clockwise, counterclockwise... also accompanied by a chant with a clear sense of rhythm, "Think~how~how~lick~just~how~what~lick~"