The next day, the TV show press conference made headlines in the entertainment section. It wasn't because Zhongding Company used its connections, nor was it because of the heavy publicity of the press conference, it was just because of a dance by Yu Ming.
Yu Ming himself is a topical figure, and his every move has attracted the attention of the media. In addition, he has always been low-key and rarely shows up, so his sudden public appearance naturally attracted various media reports.
Feng Jun sighed with a smile: "Yu Ming's trip was really worthwhile, it saved us a lot of publicity expenses."
Wang Zhongding didn't show any joy, on the contrary, he was a little worried.
As a result, in the afternoon, the news about Yu Ming's dance at the press conference disappeared from the page and was replaced by other headlines.
A series of publicity reports about the TV series press conference were also the topics of the main creators talking about the TV series, and any information related to the domain name disappeared.
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At night, when Wang Zhongding came home, the child was already asleep. After taking a shower, he went to the child's room to take another look, but the little guy woke up again for some reason, and stretched out his small arms to wrap around Wang Zhongding's neck.
"I was dreaming." Sisi said.
Wang Zhongding sat on the bed with Xixi in his arms, and asked, "What dream did you have?"
"Dreaming about the man Dad has been looking for."
Wang Zhongding looked at him with interest, "Who?"
"Daddy Long Legs."
Wang Zhongding told Xixi earlier in the morning that he wanted to find such a leading actor, but he didn't expect the child to remember it. Moreover, Xixi completely inherited Wang Zhongding's talent for numbers, and memorized each of these data.
"He fits perfectly." Sissy said solemnly.
Wang Zhongding just asked jokingly: "Then do you still remember what he looks like?"
Xixi thought about it carefully, and said, "I only remember that he wore a small braid, like a rabbit's tail."
Hearing what the child said, Wang Zhongding's nerves tensed instantly.
"What else did you dream about?"
Xixi said flatly: "I dreamed that I had a fever again, and he pressed and pressed on my forehead. After a while, I didn't feel uncomfortable."
After coaxing Xixi, Wang Zhongding went to find a nanny.
"Did you take Xixi out during this time?"
The nanny shook her head: "I was afraid that he would have a fever again, so I didn't dare to let him go out."
"Did anyone come into that house?"
"No, everyone who comes here has greeted you in advance."
Wang Zhongding was still worried, so he transferred the surveillance video in the villa, and found the few days when Xixi had a fever. After dragging and looking bit by bit, I finally saw a figure washing and grooming, and the hand holding the mouse suddenly stopped.
Han Dong walked into Xixi's room with his eyes closed, acting furtively, and Wang Zhongding's heart suddenly rose. Then he saw Han Dong come to Xixi's bedside, and he dug his hands in his inner pocket a few times, but nothing came out. In the end, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly straightened the child's body inexplicably.
After that, there are those described by Wang Zhongding of Xixihe.
The camera won't lie, Wang Zhongding saw with his own eyes that Xixi's complexion was getting better and better during the massage process, and the radiating discomfort was getting lighter and lighter. In just a few minutes, the child's condition improved rapidly.
Wang Zhongding suddenly found that a certain belief he had insisted on for many years was beginning to waver.
Then, he saw Han Dong clutching Xixi's little hand, wondering what he was thinking...
Suddenly, Han Dong's eyes opened.
Wang Zhongding's heart tightened.
Han Dong looked around, and when he turned his face to the screen, tears were streaming down his face...
What happened afterwards, Wang Zhongding can't remember clearly, only the image of Han Dong crying and squatting at the door of the child's room is left in his mind.
In the middle of the night, the guard at the gate watched Wang Zhongding's car drive into the villa area and then drive out of the villa area.
Han Dong had already slept like a dead pig. Wang Zhongding looked at his face. The left and right sides were still asymmetrical, and there were still red finger marks on the swollen side.
Wang Zhongding lowered his upper body, put his arms on both sides of Han Dong's head, stared at him for a while, and suddenly kissed his swollen cheek, exactly where he kissed yesterday.
Sure enough, Han Dong gritted his teeth.
Wang Zhongding froze for a moment, and soon recovered.
Han Dong didn't wake up, the smile just now was just a conditioned reflex.
Thus, Wang Zhongding lowered his head again. As a result, Han Dong quickly covered his face with an expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy. There is no way, Han Dong is afraid that Wang Zhongding will twist him.
"Second goods..." Wang Zhongding sneered.
Just after leaving Han Dong's bed, Wang Zhongding saw Yu Ming standing at the door in a daze, looking at him with a surprised expression.
Wang Zhongding didn't explain anything, walked around Yu Ming expressionlessly and left from the door.
Early the next morning, Han Dong woke up happily, "Last night, I dreamed that Wang Zhongding came here to kiss me. Your uncle, it seems real, hahaha..."
He didn't hear a response, so Han Dong looked next door and found that Yu Ming was not in the room.
"Huh? Where are people?"
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In the presidential suite of the hotel, Yu Ming was pinned against a corner and could not move.
"If I don't contact you, you won't contact me, right?"
Yu Ming said lightly, "Xia Hongwei, let me go."
Xia Hongwei slammed Yu Ming's legs with his crotch, and his tone was domineering and arrogant, without any intention of obeying, "How many times have you said this? Can you change it to something new?"
Yu Ming looked at him coldly, "How many times have you used this trick? Can you change it to something fresh?"
The air pressure in the room dropped instantly.
Xia Hongwei threw Yu Ming onto the bed.
Then, he stood at the head of the bed and unbuttoned his shirt one by one in front of Yu Ming. With a strong chest, sexy muscles, and an impeccable handsome face, he is so handsome that his face bleeds.
Anyone who sees such a man undressing in front of him will feel that he has no regrets in this life. But Yu Ming had a conflicted expression on his face, and he didn't buy his account, and didn't even bother to look at him.
Xia Hongwei pressed hard on Yu Ming's body, and kissed his cheek with his thin lips.
Yu Ming dodged subconsciously.
Xia Hongwei aggressively chased after him.
Yu Ming finally couldn't bear it anymore, "If you want to do something, hurry up."
Xia Hongwei stared at him for a moment, then suddenly his eyes sharpened, and he grabbed Yu Ming's hair with his big hands, forcing him to look directly at him.
"Who made you dance at the press conference?" Xia Hongwei asked.
Yu Ming kept silent with a cold face.
Xia Hongwei shouted angrily: "I'm asking you something, who the hell allowed you to dance in front of so many people?"
"What's wrong with my dancing? Do I learn to dance just to dance for myself when I'm bored in the room?"
Xia Hongwei bit Yu Ming's cheek, neck, and earlobes fiercely, panting heavily, and ordered: "I dance alone."
Yu Ming endured the pain and did not say a word.
Xia Hongwei tore off his clothes, bitterly rubbed the two pills on his chest, saw that there was no response, and bit them again with his teeth. The hard object under the body hit the pants, and the action was impatient and rude.
Yu Ming kept his lips tightly closed from the beginning to the end, and occasionally let out a strange hum, but it was by no means a comfortable one, but a suppressed, painful moan.
"Why are you pretending to be with me?" Xia Hongwei suddenly stepped in bluntly, his tone consistent with his movements, "Where is there a good guy in your circle? If you really have no desires, why do you want to follow me? Fuck it Isn't it for the superior?"
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Yu Ming didn't come back until the afternoon.
Han Dong hurriedly chased after him and asked, "What did you do? You're only coming back now."
Yu Ming's expression seemed to have returned to Han Dongchu's indifference when he first met him, only mixed with some fatigue.
"Nothing, I went out to meet my friends."
Han Dong asked curiously, "Do you still have friends? Men and women? Who are they? What are they doing? What does he want from you..."
Without replying a word, Yu Ming pushed Han Dong away, walked straight into his room, and lay lazily on the bed.
Yu Ming's "squatting", Han Dong immediately felt guilty.
He didn't ask directly, but took his little notebook to talk to him.
"I'm going to rewrite a song for Zhong, and now the lyrics are half written, I'll read it to you..."
Yu Ming said directly, "Don't bother me."
Han Dong didn't want to read it to Yu Ming.
Yu Ming couldn't bear it anymore, "Are you finished? I can't figure it out, how can you change so quickly?"
"Change if you say change? What do you mean?" Han Dong didn't understand.
Yu Ming hesitated for a moment, but still asked the doubt that had been simmering in his heart: "How can you change your attitude towards Wang Zhongding? How did you do it?"
Can you teach me? I spent three years without falling in love with anyone.
Han Dong said: "Is this difficult? He is the person I have spent the longest time falling in love with, the first few dozen were all a matter of a few minutes."
The first few dozen... Yu Ming really asked the wrong person.