Because Han Dong's performance was too brilliant, the shots of other actors were frequently rejected by Director Lu, and various NGs were picky. The originally planned 5-hour shooting task was dragged on for 12 hours, from dark to dawn, and the whole set was yawning and reeling during breaks.
It was almost noon when Han Dong and Yu Ming returned to the company.
Yu Ming slept back and forth in the car for a few times, and every time he woke up, he saw Han Dong sitting upright, with piercing eyes and an excited look.
"Hey, aren't you sleepy?" Yu Ming asked.
Han Dongyang smiled, "I'm sleepy, but I have to force myself to wake up."
"Why?"
"You've never been in a relationship just by looking at it." Han Dong had the superiority of a master in love, "Love needs mutual tolerance and understanding to last long, so I have to learn to adapt to the work and rest schedule in Zhongzhong."
"Zhongzhong?"
Han Dong nodded, and solemnly read out the full name: "Wang-Zhong-Ding."
"You haven't drawn it back yet?" Yu Ming complained.
Han Dong was immediately unwilling to listen, and squinted at Yu Ming with a small cigarette in his mouth, "What are you talking about? Are you jealous of me? Are you jealous that I have a big money lord?"
Yu Ming never argued with Han Dong, because it was meaningless, just being expressionless was enough.
Han Dong said to Yu Ming again: "By the way, I can't have lunch with you today."
You don't seem to have lunch with me, do you? Yu Ming complained: Don't we always eat our own food
Han Dong put on a deliberately emphatic tone, "I have to eat with that guy in our family, just his mouth, hum... It's hypocritical, most people can't serve you."
Yu Ming was not interested in Han Dong's self-indulgence, he just wanted to ask: "Have you greeted Mr. Wang in advance?"
"No, why do you want to say hello?"
Yu Ming remembered Wang Zhongding's serious face during his "ward rounds" that night, and was deeply worried about Han Dong's situation.
"Don't you think it's abrupt to have dinner with him without saying hello to him?"
Han Dong couldn't understand Yu Ming's thoughts, "How could it be so abrupt? A person who has liked me for so long, finally received my response, shouldn't it be a surprise?"
Yu Ming nodded, "Okay, surprise, surprise."
Although Han Dong said he was confident, he still had some concerns in his heart. Due to the turmoil a while ago, especially the yew matter, he doesn't even have the right to be near Wang Zhongding's office now.
While worrying, he suddenly saw Ji Tao standing at the elevator entrance holding a folder.
"Hey, Ji Tao!" Han Dong greeted warmly.
Ji Tao smiled instantly when he saw Han Dong, "Long time no see, how are you doing?"
"Not bad, how about you?"
"I'm fine, just a little tired."
Han Dong patted Ji Tao's shoulder, and said in a sincere tone, "It's normal to be tired. After all, you have only been in office for a short time, and you will definitely encounter many problems. But the company believes in you, the artists believe in you, and you will definitely be able to overcome it." .”
The more Ji Tao listened, the more awkward he became. He always felt that there was something wrong with Han Dong's position. It stands to reason that he is a leader, Han Dong is an artist, no matter how bad he is, he should be talking like a friend, but why does it sound like a "lady boss"
"By the way, what are you going to do?" Han Dong interrupted Ji Tao's meditation.
Ji Tao said: "Send a document to Mr. Wang."
Han Dong finally seized the opportunity to break through, and said enthusiastically, "I happen to be going to his office, let me take you there."
When Ji Tao thought that Han Dong was the artist signed by Wang Zhongding, he handed it over to him with confidence.
Han Dong didn't go directly to Wang Zhongding, but first went to the restaurant to buy some of his favorite dishes, and proudly brought them up.
With the documents in hand, Han Dong easily sneaked into Wang Zhongding's office.
Wang Zhongding went out and didn't return, so Han Dong went to the kitchen by himself. Free up the meals in the lunch box, put them on the plate, and arrange them on the table one by one. Knowing that Wang Zhongding loves cleanliness, he even put on an apron pretendingly, and posed for a cold and handsome profile photo with great difficulty, which came out completely as a candid photo.
Then I posted it on my female account Weibo, with a sublime commentary to hype it up: "Handsome guys go to take care of men these days, why should I wait for leftover girls?"
After everything was packed, seeing that Wang Zhongding hadn't come back yet, Han Dong wandered around to pass the time.
The watch in this house~maybe it will be mine in the future~I haven't fully appreciated it yet. After thinking about it, Han Dong started to fiddle with it, touching this and picking that.
Finally, I found a box with chocolates in the shape of a watch. A kind of 24 pieces, each showing a different hour, representing the momentary concern.
Just hungry, try a piece of pad bottom.
Hmm~~ The mellow aroma is thick and smooth, and it melts in the mouth...
Han Dong wanted to eat a few pieces at once, but he found that each piece tasted different. So he bit off half of one piece, and then took the other half back like a dog, and left it for Wang Zhongding to eat.
Wang Zhongding's car was still on the way back to the company.
Feng Jun said to him: "The watch chocolate you asked me to order has been made, and it is temporarily placed in your office. Would you like to deliver it to her personally or send someone to deliver it?"
"I may not have time today." Wang Zhongding said.
"The chocolate is easy to melt, so it's better to deliver it as soon as possible." Feng Jun called the special commissioner, "There is a box of chocolates in Mr. Wang's office, you can send it to Miss Wan's house immediately."
"OK, I see."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Jun said to Wang Zhongding: "I've seen that box of chocolates, and the workmanship is exquisite. I think any girl should feel relieved when she sees this sincerity."
Wang Zhongding nodded.
After a while, the commissioner went to Wang Zhongding's office and took the chocolate.
When Han Dong heard the doorbell, he thought Wang Zhongding was back, but he didn't see anyone after he came out of the bathroom.
After another ten minutes, Wang Zhongding still hadn't come back. Seeing that the food was getting cold, Han Dong put it in the microwave to heat it up.
While busy, the door finally rang.
Han Dong greeted tentatively in the kitchen: "Are you back?"
Who is speaking? Wang Zhongding showed doubts.
Han Dong came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, and said in a tone of ten years later, "Why are you so busy and only come back now?"
Wang Zhongding was stunned at the time, and it took a long time before he asked, "Why are you here?"
"I saw that you were too busy to eat, so I brought you the meal." Han Dong still had a natural expression.
Wang Zhongding remembered that he had clearly passed it by pinch, why did he feel like he had lost his memory for many years and missed many things
"Hurry up and eat, or it will be cold again." Han Dong turned and walked to the kitchen again.
Wang Zhongding shouted, "Stop!"
Han Dong stopped and looked at Wang Zhongding with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong with you?"
Wang Zhongding walked up to Han Dong and asked tentatively, "Have you missed me?"
Han Dong laughed at that time, it was a bad laugh. Okay, Wang Zhongding~ I usually look very steady, but I just couldn't hold it when I was a little gentle
"I think, can you not want to?" In a nasty tone.
The answer was that answer, but the tone was not that tone. Wang Zhongding couldn't make a judgment, and looked at Han Dong's eyes carefully, focusing on them. Han Dong also stared at him affectionately, also very focused. The two of them had eye contact for a long time, and Han Dong finally closed his eyes slowly.
It really is sleepwalking... Wang Zhongding thought.
As a result, in the next second, a fiery lip came up.
Wang Zhongding's figure froze, and at that moment he felt a column of blood rushing to the top of his head, and his entire scalp was burned.
He pushed Han Dong away, grabbed Han Dong's cheeks with his big hands, with a tough expression, cold eyes, and a rather unsteady tone, "How dare you kiss me?"
Han Dong still said stupid things with an aggrieved face, "You first asked me if I missed you, and then looked at me like that, didn't you just want to kiss me?"
Wang Zhongding was blocked by Han Dong. He had never encountered such a thing since he was a child. Are you angry? A big old man won't be so angry, right? Let such a bastard kiss again!
"Hurry up and eat!" Han Dong pretended to be the master, "It's all your favorite food, come and eat."
Regarding Han Dong's unbelievable attitude, the only possibility Wang Zhongding could think of at the moment was the yew.
"I won't return those furniture to you, you're useless as a moth."
Unexpectedly, Wang Zhongding's cold reminder caused Han Donggang's suppressed emotion to surge up again, and he even spoke with a man's unique tenderness, "I don't use those furniture anymore, I will only use inflatable ones in the future, okay? "
How could Wang Zhongding eat it? ! ! ! !
"You like this, eat more." Han Dong frequently added food to Wang Zhongding.
Wang Zhongding found that the dishes that Han Dong brought him were indeed his favorites, and they were also fried by the restaurant alone. All the condiments he doesn't eat are avoided, and all the ones he likes are added in just the right amount. Wang Zhongding asked so many people to bring food, and no one brought back food that suits his taste so much.
As a result, his attitude towards Han Dong eased up a bit.
"What are you thinking?" Wang Zhongding asked seriously.
Han Dong also answered seriously: "I just feel that I used to be a jerk, and I failed your sincerity."
Although the words were a bit exaggerated, but fortunately Wang Zhongding saw Han Dong's sincerity, and said coldly, "You still have a little conscience."
After lunch, Han Dong sat on the sofa outside to rest. Someone who once boasted that he had to adapt to Wang Zhongding's work and rest schedule fell asleep in less than two minutes.
When Wang Zhongding went to the bathroom, when he came back, he saw Han Dong lying on the sofa. It was not until this moment that Wang Zhongding finally confirmed that Han Dong was awake just now.
If it were someone else, Wang Zhongding would have been kicked out by now. But considering that Han Dong was filming a horror movie with more night scenes, he didn't use force to drive him out, but tried to wake him up.
"Is this office for you to sleep in? There are people coming in and out all the time. Do you see you like this? Get up! Go back to your dormitory and sleep!"
Han Dong didn't move.
Wang Zhongding kicked Han Dong's butt lightly, "Hurry up, if you don't get up again, I'll find someone to come in and tie you up."
It took Han Dong a long time to get up, but when he left, he closed his eyes, obviously not awake.
"Well, I'll go back to sleep, go back to sleep."
Wang Zhongding's black face at that time grabbed Han Dong again.
No way, sleepwalking at night is okay, but wandering around in broad daylight, not to mention how bad the influence is, it will be troublesome to scare people.
In desperation, Wang Zhongding had no choice but to pull Han Dong into the back room to sleep, then closed the door, and went out to continue working by himself.
After a while, the door of the inner room rang again, and Han Dong closed his eyes and tiptoed out. Sit down at the desk, don't say a word, just stay there dryly, with a considerate smile that I'm with you.
Wang Zhongding responded with his eyes: Do I need your company? Go back home and sleep on your sleep!
Han Dong still didn't leave, just stood there motionless.
Since Han Dong hadn't heard anything, Wang Zhongding ignored him and went about his own business.
As a result, I was staring at the computer screen engrossed, and suddenly felt numb in my arm. Turning around, Han Dong was actually drawing on his arm.
"I'll draw a special effect scar for you," Han Dong said.
Wang Zhongding withdrew his arm with a cold face, and continued to turn his gaze back to the computer screen.
After a while, Han Dong took his arm again.
This time, Han Dong clamped Wang Zhongding's hand under his armpit tightly to prevent him from withdrawing again. Then, I continued to rub my hot hands against my cold arms. The tip of the pen occasionally poked and slid occasionally, making it crispy and numb, with a particularly greasy feeling.
"Change another arm." Wang Zhongding took a step back, "I still need to control the mouse with this hand."
Han Dong didn't let go, what he drew was your moving arm, just to make you look at me!