"What result?" Wang Zhongding asked.
Er Lei took a deep breath and said, "You two are a couple."
Wang Zhongding's expression at that time was like hearing someone say that shit actually tastes good.
"A pair? What pair?"
Er Lei already felt the dangerous atmosphere in the room, and still tried to calm himself down.
"It's because you and Han Dong are destined to be a couple."
Wang Zhongding was stunned for a long time before asking: "Who are you showing this to?"
"Metaphysician." Er Lei seemed a little lacking in confidence, "He has a lot of research on the structure of people's faces. He said that people's appearance is not without rules. Two people who overlap will also appear on their faces. There is a certain connection. So after precise calculations, he came to the conclusion that Han Dong is your...his wife."
Wang Zhongding was furious, "Which metaphysician? You tell me his name!"
Er Lei fell silent.
"You just talk about fortune-telling! What metaphysics are you talking about with me? I asked you to check the photos to interpret Han Dong's mentality from symbols, not to check the relationship between the two of us!"
Er Lei whispered back: "Isn't this Han Dong's mentality?"
Wang Zhongding stopped suddenly, picked up the two photos and looked at them again, and suddenly understood something.
It seemed that from Han Dong hanging up black and white photos of himself, to deliberately making himself angry again and again, to saying that he liked him inexplicably... all doubts were solved at this moment.
"You mean Han Dong saw it from the beginning?" Wang Zhongding asked Er Lei.
Er Lei nodded, "It should be, he has no doubts about this."
Wang Zhongding had a thoughtful expression.
Er Lei quickly took the opportunity to whitewash Han Dong, "The reason why he did that was just to make you hate him."
"He hates him already! Is there still a need for that? Even if he doesn't recruit me, I still despise him!" Wang Zhongding didn't know where the sullenness came from.
Er Lei didn't know what to say.
Wang Zhongding eased his emotions, and ordered to Erlei: "Try every means to get rid of the remnants of Han Dong's thoughts! I don't care if he believes in gods and ghosts, but he must not believe this matter!"
After Er Lei went out, he called Han Dong.
"Mr. Wang already knows about the marriage match between the two of you, so you can figure out how to do it yourself!"
…
The TV series that Zhang Xinghu participated in held a press conference, and Han Dong and Yu Ming went to the scene to help him out.
Zhang Xinghu expected Han Dong to come, but Zhang Xinghu was surprised that Yu Ming was able to come. Leaving aside the big names and the small ones, it is really not easy to pry him over with Yu Ming's attributes of a dead house.
"The two of us have prepared a 'Errenzhuan' for you, can it work if he doesn't come?" Han Dong teased.
Zhang Xinghu was even more surprised, "Are you going to perform on stage?"
"Why can't I perform on stage?" Yu Ming said calmly.
"No, no, I'm flattered." Zhang Xinghu smiled at Yu Ming, turned around and punched Han Dong in the chest, "No wonder he's so handsome, so he wanted to steal the spotlight!"
"Of course, it's the first work in our dormitory, so the atmosphere must be fully adjusted! Don't worry, my buddy will definitely give you a shoutout!"
While chatting, someone said at the door: "I just received the notice, President Wang will come over today."
Hearing this, the whole dressing room was boiling. This boiling was not caused by the company's emphasis on this TV series, but by Wang Zhongding.
It is no exaggeration to say that as soon as the voice fell to the ground, all the women began to touch up their makeup.
Han Dong sneaked a peek at him at first, but now he saw him touch up his makeup and started to sneer: What are you doing? Even if he makes up for that virtue, so what if he comes? Look at all of you who have never seen the world...
Then he patted Zhang Xinghu on the shoulder and said, "I'm going to the locker room to change, you guys talk first." After speaking, he hurried into the locker room.
Zhang Xinghu wondered, "Isn't he dressed handsomely enough?"
Yu Ming returned a look with special connotation.
Han Dong went to the locker room to check that he was not fake, but instead of looking handsome, he checked in the opposite direction.
He took off his trendy clothes and put on work clothes, which were replaced by someone else, and they were covered with stains and sweat.
Then he moved from the backstage to the front hall, and worked with the staff to arrange the venue.
As soon as Han Dong lifted one leg of the table, Wang Zhongding and Er Lei rushed over.
Wang Zhongding suddenly said: "I remember that the second male lead in this TV series is Han Dong's, right?"
"Yes, yes, Han Dong is also here today." Er Lei hastily reminded.
Wang Zhongding snorted, "It's just a blind act if you come here, you can't do anything practical."
Er Lei suddenly turned his eyes to the southeast corner, and said excitedly: "Mr. Wang, look quickly."
Wang Zhongding looked in the direction pointed by Er Lei, and Han Dong was working there "in full swing". Contrary to Wang Zhongding's high-profile look, Han Dong dressed plainly. He didn't care about the dust falling on the shelf at all, and helped to carry it hard, the whole skirt of his clothes was already wet with sweat.
"It looks like you've been busy for a long time." Er Lei reminded again.
Wang Zhongding's expression changed, "Let him find a place to rest."
Er Lei went over and repeated Wang Zhong Ding's words.
Han Dong took a few exaggerated breaths, "There is a shortage of manpower now, let's talk about it after we've been busy for a while."
After finishing speaking, he pointed to the buddy who hung the colored lights very loudly and said: "Can you be quicker? How long have you been busy with just a few light bulbs? Go, go, come down, I'll come down, I really can't see it." I'm used to people like you who grind and chirp!"
After a while, he pointed to the sweeper and said, "Isn't your sweeping too rough? There is a dandruff with a diameter of 0.7 mm at a distance of 2.4 cm from your feet. You didn't see it? What are you eating?"
Turning around, I saw the little brother who adjusted the microphone teasing a little girl and couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you be more serious? What kind of place is this? Is it for you to play hooligans?"
Later, a handyman couldn't bear to ask the buddy next to him, "Who is that kid?"
"Who knows? Don't do shit and mess around. Without him, we would have finished our work."
…
The press conference officially started.
The main creators came to the stage to make introductions one by one, followed by media question and answer time, and then interactive exchanges. Some crew members broke the news with each other, guests and fans gave gifts, various small programs were staged in turn, and the atmosphere became more and more exciting.
Han Dong and Yu Ming performed a performance together, Han Dong played the flute and Yu Ming danced.
Rather than saying it was prepared in advance, it would be better to say it was performed on the spot. Because Han Dong played one part and forgot another, the rhythm of the music kept changing. Fortunately, Yu Ming has good dancing skills and can handle almost any kind of music. Later, Han Dong suddenly blew the birthday song, and Yu Ming couldn't do anything this time, so he could only clap his hands on the stage in embarrassment.
There was a burst of laughter from below, but as the cake was rolled out, the atmosphere of the whole venue became very warm.
Today is Zhang Xinghu's birthday, Zhang Xinghu himself forgot about it, and almost cried when he saw the cake.
Wang Zhongding also sighed inexplicably in the audience, "Han Dong is quite pleasing to the eye when he's not being silly."
Er Lei hastily echoed, "Yes, warm-hearted, and emphasizing friendship, don't look heartless, he will remember anyone's birthday."
Now that Wang Zhongding thought of the comb, he realized why Han Dong gave it away at night and regretted it during the day. After so many troubles, in fact... he still wanted to give it away, right
"When is his birthday?" Wang Zhongding asked casually.
Er Lei said: "His birthday was made up, because he was thrown to his second uncle when he was born. Later, he changed the household registration of several relatives. I have long forgotten which birthday it was."
Wang Zhongding glanced at Han Dong on the stage again, but said nothing.
The performance time of the show is over, and the rest is the interaction between the actors and the audience.
Han Dong cut a piece of cake and brought it to Wang Zhongding, looking like a caring idiot.
"Let's eat."
Wang Zhongding took it, picked up a fork and ate it.
"Hey, let me say, even if you don't say thank you, at least smile at me?" Han Dong was dissatisfied.
Wang Zhongding glanced at him, "Why should I smile at you?"
"If someone handed this to you, you would have laughed!"
Wang Zhongding snorted, "Since you understand in your heart, why do you want me to do this?"
Han Dong pouted, but said nothing.
But Er Lei was very happy, because Wang Zhongding didn't like butter very much, and he might not have a few bites on his birthday.
Han Dong asked Er Lei to stagger one seat, and sat next to Wang Zhongding by himself. After staring at him for a while, the corners of his eyes were stained with evil again, and he said in an ambiguous tone: "Hey, I heard Er Lei say, you know about that?"
"What's the matter?" Wang Zhongding was puzzled.
Han Dong chuckled, "It's just a matter of our marriage match!"
Hearing this, Wang Zhongding's face immediately pulled down.
"Why are you talking nonsense about this? Is there any seriousness in your mind?"
Han Dong leaned closer to Wang Zhongding's ear, and said in an unmistakable tone, "I won't lie to you, we will really be a couple in the future."
Wang Zhongding wanted to put the cake in his hand on Han Dong's face to cover up his thick skin.
"Believe it or not, I tore your mouth apart?"
In the end, Han Dong was even more frustrated than Wang Zhongding, "I'm really not talking nonsense, the two of us will be a couple in the future."
Wang Zhongding has lived so long, he has seen everything, but he has never seen this kind of statement.
Han Dong stabbed Wang Zhongding's lower abdomen without fear of death, and hinted in a low voice: "I've accepted my fate, so you should."
Wang Zhongding was furious, and turned his head abruptly. Han Dong quickly pressed his face over, just "blocking" Wang Zhongding's mouth to curse, and cooperated quite tacitly.
Wang Zhongding's face turned green at that moment.
Han Dong pointed to the cream ring on his face with an unreasonable attitude, "Wang Zhongding, how do you explain this? I put my face on it because I saw you were going to slap me, but you actually... No, you You have to give me an explanation."
Wang Zhongding stared at him, "You just want me to touch your face?"
The little bitch in Han Dong's heart jumped up and down: Yes, yes! On his face, he looked like a bully ruffian, "How do you talk? Is it rubbing or touching!"
Wang Zhongding put one hand on the back of Han Dong's head, and stretched out the other hand towards the cream on his face.
By the time Han Dong realized something was wrong, it was too late. This hateful thick skin was finally repaired by the pliers.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Going back at night, Yu Ming saw Han Dong nestled on the sofa, holding up a small mirror, happily looking at his asymmetrical face, hopelessly narcissistic.
"Let me tell you, he's just interested in me. I like to pinch anyone's face."
Yu Ming snorted, "It's also so swollen?"
Han Dong put down the mirror and looked irritated, "Why are you so unpopular? It's a matter of hand strength, not attitude, okay? And my skin is so precious, don't pinch it, it's just It will swell anytime you flick it."
As soon as the words fell, Yu Ming came over and grabbed him hard, and then let go...
Not to mention swollen, I didn't even blush.
"Is it swollen?" Yu Ming asked.
Han Dong: "..."