Early the next morning, Han Dong sat up from the bed and stared at the boxes of high-end gifts at the door for more than half an hour. In his mind, he repeatedly recalled the words that Wang Zhongding asked Feng Jun to bring over: Feel free to find him to vent your personal anger, and don't trample on your acting career as the price.
Indeed, Han Dong also felt that he could no longer be so confused.
He decided to put aside his personal grievances and listen to Brother Wang's persuasion that a man should have the courage, foresight and courage to choose. Since it is an emotional issue, then start with all aspects of life, vent your personal anger, and vent your personal anger, do you think I dare not
Article 1: Do not like to eat smelly food, especially Chinese toon.
In this regard, Han Dong was exactly the opposite of Wang Zhongding, he especially loved toon. I remember that when he first came to Beijing, he rented a bungalow in the outer suburbs, and a Chinese toon tree happened to be planted in the compound next door. Because the first crop of Chinese toon was stolen every year, Han Dong sprinkled a lot of white flour on the tree as pesticide, and he was the only one who stole it since then.
Through observation, Han Dong found that Wang Zhongding seldom went home at noon, and occasionally went out to socialize, and most of the time he settled in the company's restaurant. There is a direct elevator from the office to the restaurant. Wang Zhongding usually goes down to buy food by himself, unless he is too busy to stand up, he will have someone bring it up.
At noon today, Wang Zhongding went down to buy food as usual. As a result, as soon as he got on the elevator, he heard screams from behind.
"Wait a moment!"
A figure rushed in, even with a strong smell. The moment the elevator door closed, it was firmly locked in this small and closed space.
Han Dong was standing next to Wang Zhongding with a piece of tofu mixed with toon. Compared with his previous hostile attitude, this time Han Dong greeted him unprecedentedly, spouting the smell of toon.
"President Wang, what a coincidence!"
Wang Zhongding smelled the pungent smell, frowned slightly, and silently took a step aside, and said in a cold tone, "I remember that the restaurant never sells toon."
"I didn't buy it in a restaurant, I bought it from outside and mixed it myself." Han Dong said and mixed it again, so that the fragrance could be dispersed more thoroughly, and he moved closer to Wang Zhongding while mixing it.
Wang Zhongding's complexion was a little pale because of the smell of toon, "Since you bought it from outside, why did you come here? Isn't there an elevator as soon as you enter the door?"
Because I want to smoke you... There is a little bitch in Han Dong's belly bouncing back and forth.
"There are too many people in that elevator, and there is always a queue. This elevator is so quiet."
As soon as Han Dong finished speaking, his body shook violently with the elevator, and almost poured the toon in the lunch box on Wang Zhongding's clothes, so Wang Zhongding escaped by hiding.
But the elevator stopped at this time, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.
"What's going on?" Han Dong frantically pressed the alarm, interpreting the panic in the unexpected situation to three points, and even his voice trembled, "Will it suddenly fall...fall?"
On the contrary, Wang Zhongding comforted him calmly, "It's okay, it should be a power outage."
Han Dong waited quietly for a while, feeling that there was no change in the elevator, so he relaxed and continued to eat his tofu mixed with toon.
When the eyes can't see anything, the sense of smell will become extremely sensitive. If Wang Zhongding can still rely on other things to divert his attention, there is really nowhere to hide now, so he can only hold his breath and endure it.
Han Dong deliberately reminded, "Hey, you're still waiting, why don't you eat your lunch? It should be cold in a while."
When Wang Zhongding opened his mouth, it meant that he would smell that disgusting smell, so he simply kept silent.
Han Dong came over, "Why don't you try mine?"
Wang Zhongding pushed him away.
"Why are you being polite to me? I don't think you're dirty, come and have a bite." Han Dong leaned forward.
Wang Zhongding couldn't bear it anymore, "Stay away from me!"
As a result, this opening did not scare Han Dong at all, but caused the turbid air that had been blocked for a long time to flow into Wang Zhongding's nostrils at once. The feeling at that time was so "ecstasy"!
So after the elevator opened, Wang Zhongding didn't eat a bite of his food and threw it all in the trash.
In the afternoon, the elevator maintenance worker found out the cause of the failure: a foreign object was stuck in the elevator door sill, which caused the door lock protection circuit to fail, causing the elevator to stop running.
"How could the foreign object be stuck?" Wang Zhongding asked.
"There are many reasons for this. Throwing a screw or plastic part at random may cause the elevator door to get stuck."
Wang Zhongding's expression changed, and he didn't ask any more questions.
The next day, at the same time, and at the same elevator, Han Dong came again, this time with toon scrambled eggs.
"Mr. Wang, what a coincidence, I ran into you again."
Even more coincidentally, the elevator got stuck half way up.
But this time the emergency lights can be turned on, and Han Dong vividly displayed his carefully designed eating scenes. The ferocious chewing action, the distorted swallowing expression, and the gorgeous egg yolk and oil stains sticking to the mouth...
As can be imagined, Wang Zhongding saved this meal again.
In the afternoon, the elevator maintenance worker came to check the fault again, and it was exactly the same as yesterday: a foreign object was stuck in the elevator door sill, which caused a fault in the door lock protection circuit, causing the elevator to stop running.
On the third day, the familiar scene was repeated.
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Even if Wang Zhongding's brain is not bright, he knows that Han Dong did it on purpose.
Only this time, he changed his usual bluntness, and didn't call Han Dong over for an interrogation, nor did he take any evasive measures. Instead, continue to buy food, continue to take the elevator, and continue to watch Han Dong eat fried toon fish, toon crisp dumplings, toon mixed with salted duck eggs, toon wheat rice...
Moreover, he seemed to be getting more and more numb to this taste.
On the contrary, Han Dong, who ate toon for several days in a row, sneezing, pooping, and ejaculating all tasted like toon, no matter how much he liked to eat it, he was tired of eating it.
At one o'clock in the morning, Wang Zhongding didn't go home directly after working overtime, but went to the apartment behind.
Moreover, he also carried a toon branch, covered with green toon leaves, exuding a unique aroma.
There were only a few rooms in the entire apartment building that were still lit. The suite that Han Dong lived in was one of them, and the door was not closed, so Wang Zhongding walked in directly.
Han Dong fell asleep a long time ago, even snoring.
The computer was still on, staying on the blog interface, and a paragraph caught Wang Zhongding's attention.
"The entertainment industry is just an enhanced version of the ordinary people's circle. When ordinary people are happy, artists are in ecstasy; when ordinary people are sad, artists are in great sorrow; relationship, everything is magnified.”
The editing date was more than a week ago, which was the day Han Dong bumped into Li Shang by accident.
Wang Zhongding was stunned for a moment, and soon he was attracted by the piccolo next to the computer.
Although the appearance was not very good, it gave Wang Zhongding quite a shock.
Before making a piccolo, you need to remove the fluorescent powder in the lamp tube, and a little improper operation will cause the lamp tube to break. Han Dong used the method of pouring sand, going back and forth several times, to clean the inner wall.
In addition, the length and thickness of the lamp tubes must be carefully calculated, and sometimes ten lamp tubes may not be able to make a flute. But also drilling, grinding, sound test. Especially when tuning, it needs to be adjusted hole by hole. The distance between them directly determines the pitch and tone, and even a slight error will have a great impact.
However, Wang Zhongding did not find a single discarded light tube in the room, and there were only leftovers in the trash can. The operator's meticulous thinking and powerful control were admirable.
For a "digital control", any precise thing has a special charm.
Just like Han Dong's legs.
Wang Zhongding didn't know what state of mind he was in, so he put the toon branch in his hand to Han Dong's nose.
Han Dong smelled the smell of toon, and instantly showed a bored expression. He quickly turned over to avoid the smell, and even faced Wang Zhongding with his gorgeous buttocks.
really…
A slight smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhongding's mouth, as if deliberately bullying others, he poked the toon branch to the other side.
Han Dong was like a big dog that was annoyed. He let out a muffled moan, and dug into the bed in annoyance, covering his head tightly.
As you can imagine, the toon branch got into the quilt again.
Han Dong hid in this way, from looking up to sideways, and then from sideways to curled up... No matter how he changed his posture, angle, or direction, the damn toon smell was always with him.
Finally, when there was nowhere to drill, he plunged into Wang Zhongding's arms...
Now, it's safe.