Wang Zhongding wanted to push Han Dong away, but how could he push him away
Han Dong was certain that "this nest" had no smell of toon, and his two hands were like pliers, digging half an inch deep into Wang Zhongding's waist. If you use brute force, if you don't wake up Han Dong, the other two will be implicated.
Wang Zhongding grabbed Han Dong's "rabbit tail" with his big hands, trying to pull his head away from his chest, but his scalp was pulled up, and Han Dong's face was still buried in Wang Zhongding's arms, motionless.
Fragrant, really fragrant.
Wang Zhongding's shirt had a refreshing fragrance.
In desperation, Wang Zhongding had no choice but to insert the toon branch upside down into the neckline, so that the fragrance of the leaves could escape from the fabric.
Sure enough, Han Dong's head stopped sticking to his shirt, and began to slowly move down...
Finally, it landed softly between Wang Zhongding's legs.
Uh... all the muscles in Wang Zhongding's body tensed up at that moment.
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Zhongding put down the toon branch again, lifted Han Dong's head up slowly, and put it back into his arms as if accepting his fate. Forget it, just stay here.
About twenty minutes later, Han Dong's muscles slowly relaxed, and he lay back on the bed again.
Although he didn't want to see this guy, Wang Zhongding still covered him with a quilt.
When walking out, Wang Zhongding found that the light in another room was also on. A boy was pacing back and forth inside, muttering in his mouth, with a rich and vivid expression on his face, as if he was playing with himself.
Wang Zhongding didn't bother him, closed the door and went out.
The next morning, Han Dong woke up and complained to Zhang Xinghu, "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that the toon tree had grown legs. It chased me and ran for half the night."
Zhang Xinghu smiled, "I think you just ate Chinese toon recently, let alone you, I feel disgusted by the smell all day long."
"You have to keep eating if you're sick!" Han Dong looked helpless.
Zhang Xinghu didn't understand, "It's disgusting and you still eat it? You use Chinese toon to treat your illness?"
"It's not treating diseases, it's treating people." Han Dong spoke Martian language.
Just as Zhang Xinghu was about to ask in detail, the phone rang. After answering the phone, his face showed uncontrollable excitement.
"Did you know? A director wanted to audition for me. What a surprise! I have never submitted a resume to him, and I think it is impossible for such a famous director to be so transparent as me."
Han Dong was happy for him, "Someone must have recommended it, so work hard."
Zhang Xinghu changed his clothes excitedly and went out.
Han Dong saw that it was almost lunch time, so he hurriedly changed his clothes and went out.
Half an hour later, Han Dong and Wang Zhongding got on the elevator again.
The toon was still the same toon, but Han Dong couldn't eat it anymore. Fortunately, the elevator got stuck and the lights went out, so Han Dong only had to pretend to be fumigated.
In the end, Wang Zhongding took out a spare lamp from nowhere and illuminated the entire elevator like daytime.
Han Dong's face was glowing green.
What else can I do? keep eating!
Wang Zhongding suddenly asked, "Is your butt all right?"
Han Dong was so tired of the toon smell, he quickly took the opportunity to speak for a while.
"Okay, okay, but you said something wrong that day."
Wang Zhongding no longer remembered, "What are you talking about?"
"At that time you said you wanted to make up 10,000 yuan, but I thought about it later, 44 yuan a foot, 10,000 divided by 44 equals 227 points 272,727... It's impossible to get rid of it, and it's digital control, which doesn't even count. clear."
Wang Zhongding snorted coldly, "The remaining 0:27, at worst, I'll give you a few big mouths."
"puff-"
Han Dong couldn't hold it back for a moment, can this thing still be used? Hahahahaha... Thank you for being able to figure it out! Hahahahahaha... Han Dong laughed so hard that his facial features wrinkled together in a special way, feeling inexplicably happy.
Wang Zhongding was forced by Han Dong to smile.
This was the first time Han Dong saw Wang Zhongding laughing. Although it was fleeting, there was a strong sense of visual impact. In fact, Wang Zhongding's face is very good, this kind of man is very gentle in his bones.
Han Dong stared blankly at Wang Zhongding for a long time before he suddenly came back to his senses.
Ouch, let me go... Why did I smile at him? Why did I smile at him? And she smiled so free and easy, so genuine, so evil, crazy, and unrestrained! Isn't this intended to be liked? The hatred that was so hard won, won't be wiped out by this charming smile, right? Then I haven't been busy these days!