Feng Mang

Wang Zhongding wants to push Han Dong away, but how can he push? Han Dong recognized that "this nest" had no toon flavor, and his two hands were like vise pliers, which were cut into Wang Zhongding's waist half an inch deep.

If you use brute force to wake up Han Dong, you will be implicated.

Wang Zhongding grabbed Han Dong's "rabbit tail" with his big hand, and tried to drag his head away from his chest. As a result, his scalp was raised, and Han Dong's face was still buried in Wang Zhongding's arms.

Fragrant, really fragrant.

Wang Zhongding's shirt has a pleasant fragrance.

In desperation, Wang Zhongding had to insert the toon branch upside down into the neckline to let the aroma of the leaves penetrate the cloth.

Sure enough, Han Dong's head no longer clung to his shirt and began to slowly move down ... Finally he landed softly between Wang Zhongding's legs.

Uh ... Wang Zhongding's muscles all over his body stretched at that moment.

Stiff for a moment, Wang Zhongding put down the toon branch again, raised Han Dong's head slowly, and snapped back into his own arms as he did.

Forget it, stay here.

After about twenty minutes, Han Dong's muscles slowly relaxed and he returned to bed.

Although he didn't wait to see the goods, Wang Zhongding covered him with a quilt.

As he went out, Wang Zhongding found that there was another room with the lights on.

A boy paced back and forth, muzzling in his mouth, and his expression was rich and vivid, as if he was playing against himself.

Wang Zhongding didn't bother him, and went out behind the door.

The next morning, Han Dong woke up and complained to Zhang Xinghu. "Last night I had a dream. I dreamed that the toon tree had long legs. He chased after me and ran for half a night.

Zhang Xinghu laughed. "I think you have eaten toon recently. Don't talk about you anymore. I'm sick of smelling that smell all day."

"" Disgusting must continue to eat! Han Dong looked helpless.

Zhang Xinghu didn't understand, "I still eat nausea? Do you take toon to cure the disease?" "It's not curing, it's curing people.

Han Dong was speaking Martian.

As soon as Zhang Xinghu was about to ask, the phone rang. After receiving the call, his face showed uncontrollable excitement.

"You know what? A director wanted me to audition.

Too unexpected! I have never submitted a resume to him, and I feel that such a famous guide can never be as transparent as me.

Han Dong was happy for him. "Someone must have recommended it and work hard."

"Zhang Xinghu changed clothes happily and went out.

As soon as Han Dong was approaching lunch, he quickly changed his clothes and went out.

Half an hour later, Han Dong and Wang Zhongding got on the elevator again.

Toon is still that toon, but Han Dong can't eat it anymore.

Fortunately, the elevator was stuck and the lights were off. Han Dong only needs to pretend to smoke.

As a result, Wang Zhongding did not know where to pull out a spare lamp, lighting the entire elevator like daylight.

Han Dong's face glowed with green light.

What else can I do? Keep eating! Wang Zhongding suddenly asked, "Is the **** okay?" Han Dong made Toon feel so tired and quickly took the opportunity to speak slowly.

"Okay, but you said something wrong the other day.

"Wang Zhongding is no longer impressed," What is it? "At that time, you said you would have to collect 10,000 yuan, but I thought later, 44 yuan is a kick, and 10,000 divided by 44 equals 227 points, 272,727 ... It can't be divided at all, and it is digitally controlled. Not clear.

"Wang Zhongding snorted coldly." The remaining 0:27 is a big deal for you.

"Hmm--" Han Dong couldn't take it away for a moment, but this thing can still be brought together? Hahahahaha ... Thanks to you, you can think of it! Hahahahahaha ... Han Dong laughed, facial features Wrinkled together in a special way, inexplicable joy.

Wang Zhongding was forced to throw a smile by Han Dong.

This is the first time that Han Dong has seen Wang Zhongding smile. Although fleeting, he has a strong sense of visual impact.

In fact, Wang Zhongding looks very good, this kind of man is very gentle in his bones.

Han Dong looked at Wang Zhongding for a while, then returned fiercely.

Ouch, I'm going ... I smiled at him? My grandma smiled at him? And also laughed so freely, so true temperament, so evil charm and arrogant! Isn't this deliberately appealing? The hatred that has been drawn so hard won't let this charming smile wipe out? Then I'm not busy living these days!