F4✔Feng Mang 《锋芒》I - Ch118: Lend a Hand.

Chapter 118 Lend a Hand.

Although this part of the shot is a nude show, Hàn Dōng must not be so naked at the shooting scene. At
least one pair of swimming trunk should be worn.

The moment Hàn Dōng came out of the locker room, the eyes of some people in the venue were not
moving to anything else other than Hàn Dōng physique.

In particular, he also spent time with Shèn Hua. The gorgeous thigh roots are almost perpendicular to a
girl... To exaggerate a bit, Hàn Dōng can ride to the shoulder of Shen Hua with his tiptoe.

"Undoubtedly you are so good!" the photographer sighed.

Hàn Dōng was surprised. "Haven't you seeing the magazines I was photographed?"

"I saw it, I didn't recognize you at all."

Hàn Dōng, "......."

Wang Zhong Ding had not yet approached the shooting venue and he heard Hàn Dōng's iconic wild
laughter.

"Don't don't...hahahaha...it's just...I..."

Normal people would know that someone was tickled, but Wang Zhong Ding mind didn't know where to
go. His face suddenly fell and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

After he went in, he still only heard their voices.

Director Wang Zhong Ding turned to Director Lu and asked, "Who is doing that?"

Director Lu turned, "Who are you referring to?"

Wang Zhong Ding seemed to realize that he was visiting every one of Hàn Dōng shootings scene, not to
explore the crew.

"The laughing one," replied Wang Ding, the second king of the city.

"You mean Hàn Dōng? He was in the dressing room."

Wang Zhong Ding approached the dressing room and saw Hàn Dōng being painted on the bed.

The part to be shot first is the head, so the place above the neck should all be painted green.

As a result, Hàn Dōng skin itched. From the beginning of his neck, he laughed all the way, resulting in an
endless shaking of his shoulders.

"Can you calm down?" The makeup artist was helpless.

Hàn Dōng still kept laughing. "Can you let me go?"

How could a makeup artist be willing to go away in front of such a magnificent body? Then a responsible
attitude said: "You would be uniformly painted"

As a result, a more responsible voice than his sounded at the door.

"You have to be painted evenly."

Hàn Dōng and the makeup artist were stunned.

Wang Zhong Ding walked in straight and reached out to the makeup artist. "I'll do it."

The makeup artist gave a fearful expression for Hàn Dōng and said, "Wang, he didn't mean to not
cooperate. He was just afraid of being tickled"

"I know, you get out." Wang Zhong Ding's tone is even harder.

The makeup artist was worrying about Hàn Dōng, Hàn Dōng is stinking for himself: President is a bully
ah! Possessively strong!?

"Wang, we..."

Before the second makeup artist had finished speaking yet, Wang Zhong Ding had taken away the brush
from his hands.

"You get out too."

The second makeup artist had no choice but to walk out.

Director Lu was at the door, and when he saw them coming out, he couldn't stop asking "What is the
situation inside?"

"I don't know how Hàn Dōng provoked Wang Zhong Ding, but Wang wanted to paint him himself."

Director Lu once again wasn't worried about Hàn Dōng. He is a talented genius!

The makeup artist asked: "Will Wang pour his anger directly on him?"

Director Lu wiped his sweat. "It should not happen. Wang is always very professional."

......

Inside, Wang Zhong Ding ordered Hàn Dōng; "Come here."

"The front hasn't finished drying yet." Hàn Dōng reminded.

"I will beat you."

As a result, Hàn Dōng turned over and turned his hips upwards.

Wang Zhong Ding planned to paint Hàn Dōng's back first because the back is relatively less sensitive.
After Hàn Dōng slowly adapts to it, he would apply other parts.

As a result, when the brush touched Hàn Dōng's back, the man twisted like mud.
"I can't... I'll go... hahahaha...hahahaha..."

Wang Zhong Ding was employed as a part-time man, even if he was a painting man, he was also used to
Han Dong hysterics.

"Stay calm!"

How can Hàn Dōng stay clam?

He was twisting his hip and rolling.

In the end, Wang Zhong Ding didn't paint much on him and he managed to splatter himself with a green
color.

Wang Zhong Ding had to think of a way to calm him.

"If you move again, I will not paint you."

This trick really worked.

In order not to lose the opportunity for intimate touching Hàn Dōng endured staying motionless even if
he felt tickled.

However, with endurance, it looks like it is not so itchy.

He can also catch his breath and chat with Wang Zhong Ding.
"Why did you want to personally paint me?"

Even if Hàn Dōng head is down, Wang Zhong Ding can also imagine his sleek smug face.

"Too lazy to hear you make a fuss"

Hàn Dōng asked again: "So why did you come today?"

"I just happened to be free."

"When I usually have a scene shoot, why didn't you have time to show up?"

Wang Zhong Ding nodded his face. "Aren't you pitiful enough?"

Hàn Dōng doesn't say anything.

"That's enough...... turn here." Wang Zhong Ding ordered.

Hàn Dōng said: "The leg hasn't been painted yet."

Hàn Dōng overturned his ears and stared unscrupulously at Wang Zhong Ding. It was like to uncover his
solemn and severe skin, and how much boredom there was inside.

Wang Zhong Ding let him stare at him and finally, he couldn't help but look back.
"What are you looking at?"

Hàn Dōng is serious, "Nothing."

When Wang Zhong Ding continued to paint and apply makeup to his chest, Hàn Dōng particularly
slammed a reminder: "My nipples are very sensitive. You should be careful."

Wang Zhong Ding didn't respond.

Hàn Dōng intentionally moaned when Wang was painting there. The result he was rubbed harder by
Wang Zhong Ding and no longer dared to say anything.

After the upper body was painted, Wang Zhong Ding ordered Hàn Dōng to stand up.

"Is the lower body coated?" Hàn Dōng asked.

Wang Zhong Ding said: "Cover your upper self, stand and I will paint."

"What do you want to paint as I'm standing?"

"Convenience."

As a result, Hàn Dōng stood with his hands on both sides of the wall.

Wang Zhong Ding sat beside Hàn Dōng and smeared his lower body like a wall of paint, which was not
easy to imagine.
As a result, he brushed on Hàn Dōng and Hàn jumped like a man standing on the fire pit.

Standing on the line, he would like to stand still....he couldn't!...

Wang Zhong Ding couldn't stand it. "What is wrong with your skin?"

Hàn Dōng has a considerate look. "When you are looking for a cushion, you can put your head on it."

Wang Zhong Ding has no desire to use it as a pillow, but he certainly has the desire to smack them.

In fact, Hàn Dōng bending over is helping with his observation of Wang Ding crotch Department he tries
to notice some subtle changes.

After painting his legs, Wang Zhong Ding lowered the brush.

Hàn Dōng is still full of meaning. "Is it over?"

"Didn't you say that the ass doesn't have to be painted? Your swim trunks are green."

However, Hàn Dōng said with a serious face: "If swimming pants are missing during the shooting, won't
the butt meat inside be exposed? If you don't want to paint it completely, you can fill the edges ."

Saying that Hàn Dōng pulled the back half of his swim trunks into the buttcrack "Come on."

Wang Zhong Ding's face was colored as the paint color (green).
Wang doesn't know what word to use to describe Hàn Dōng.

Wang Ding has seen shameless people, but it was the first time he saw "This " wave.

"This" does not refer to the degree but refers to the way one acts.

If Wang Zhong Ding really looks like someone's wink and twists, but every time Hàn Dōng is in a special
ecstasy posture, holding a swaying face. The feeling is particularly annoying.

Finally, the two fat buttocks are done and the final step is taken.

"Hands... stick em out."

Hàn Dōng sent his paws.

Wang Zhong Ding muttered: "Finally, it's kind of humanly looking."

"Every day, I apply hand cream," Hàn Dōng emphasized.

Wang Zhong Ding didn't care for him and directly passed over one hand.

Wang Zhong Ding's motion paused when he applied a raised scar on the edge of his little finger.

"When did you do the surgery?" Wang asked Hàn Dōng. Hàn Dōng has no idea. He should have been
very small at that time.
"Is it awkward?"

"I have gotten used to it."

Wang Zhong Ding didn't ask any more questions and continued his actions.

The dressing room is full of warmth and the people outside the dressing room are worried.

"I don't know if this movie can be shot today."

The makeup artist looked at the watch. "It's just over twenty minutes. It's estimated that they will be
finished soon."

"If the painting is okay, it will be even slower if it is smeared."

As he said that, the door of the dressing room suddenly opened, and Hàn Dōng walked out to the
ground.

"Finally, let's get started."

Director Lu hurriedly asked him: "Everything okay?"

Hàn Dōng asked: "Do you need to change makeup a few times?"

"I'm afraid it will take more than a dozen times."

Hàn Dōng shook hands with Director Lu. "This is a great day to shoot!"

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Chapter 119 I am coming.... OK!.

Before he was hoisted, special protection personnel performed the final inspection. After eliminating all
risk factors, he sent an okay gesture toward the technicians.

Soon, Hàn Dōng was lifted to an altitude of five meters above the surface of the water. The whole body
was tied, only the head can rotate freely.

After all of them were ready, Director Lu made an order.

"Start!"

In a flash, everyone held their breath.

Nothing on Wang Zhong Ding's face indicated that he had bursts of blue veins on his back.

Hàn Dōng's body fell rapidly, and his body broke into the water.

His heart almost came out from the throat!

Although the body was protected, it was still painfully photographed. Without any protective headgear,
he could faint. The back of the head was hurting.

"Oh!"

With the order of Director Lu, the five lifeguards lurking around swam to him and took him out of the
water in less than two seconds.

The director asked, wonderingly: "How many lifeguards are employed each time?"

"It does not seem so much."

"Looking quickly, the cost of hiring a person is not low! How can I use so many people? Isn't it a waste of
money?"

After the scene has been checked, the production director said, "Just hire two, you see."

The production director wonders, where are the other three coming from?

"Perhaps they are just helping."

"There are two hundred people here in one day, and there are people who are coming over to help?"

"......."
Because it was the first time to hang on a wire, it was the first time to shoot an underwater scene. Hàn
Dōng suffered inexperience and felt embarrassed.

When the script was written by himself, he was very clear about what criteria to meet at the moment.
Therefore even without Director Lu to remind him. Han had to quickly adjust the state and prepare for
the second shot.

A female student who was internship with the crew diligently brought Wang Zhong Ding a chair.

"Wang, you sit."

Wang Zhong Ding waved his hand and signaled that he didn't need it. Soon he turned his eyes to the
center of the pool.

"Start!"

With an order, Hàn Dōng's body fell again.

According to the requirements of the script, this scene occurred in a dream, so the entire state of falling
into water is very relaxed. However, when Hàn Dōng fell .... from the beginning to touch the water, his
facial muscles are always in a rigid state.

After a short break, Hàn Dōng was hoisted again.

With the previous two experiences, Hàn Dōng can control his facial expressions this time, but his eyes
are still stiff.

"No, he still didn't make it." Director Lu sighed, "Pull!"

Hàn Dōng fell into the water again and again, until his back felt dull, his head buzzed and he couldn't find
a state. Feeling beyond the reach of his own spirit, he can't concentrate on anything.

After another lose... Director Lu eagerly picked up the loudspeakers and blamed Hàn Dōng loudly.

"The biggest thing you can hear now is that the nucleus muscles are unable to achieve synergy. After
your brain sends out instructions, the muscles cannot keep up with the speed of reaction of the brain.
This happens because of changes in the shooting environment..."

Director Lu was sullenly talking, and the man who had been staring at the monitor suddenly interrupted
him.

"He is scared."

Director Lu turned to look at Wang Zhong Ding, his face had an incomprehensible expression.

He is not even afraid of you, but afraid of water?

Wang Zhong Ding didn't explain, but his face was clearly written: You can choose not to believe me, but
you must accept this!

Sure enough, Director Lu tried it with a loudspeaker.

"Han .... don't be afraid."

As a result, such three words actually made Hàn Dōng's status suddenly improve.
Director Lu watched the playback of the monitor in disbelief, and he also looked at the assistant
director.

Hàn Dōng had a subtle over expression at the moment. Because his head burst into contact with the
surface of the water during the play, Hàn Dōng's face shifted from psychological relaxation to physical
paralysis in a short period of time. Such meticulous performances made the two directors clap full of
praise.

After one shot, Hàn Dōng was finally put down.

There was a burning sensation in the back and ass because it was painted green and now it was red,
causing the skin bruise on the back to be much deeper than before.

Director Lu asked Hàn Dōng's situation in the dressing room. "How about it? Do you want to continue
shooting?"

"Weren't we just shooting a shot?"

Hàn Dōng's subtext words are: This red is not painted!!!

Director Lu gave a big breath and said, "I'm afraid you can't do too much."

"It's too early to give up." Hàn Dōng really shakes his head.

With the next shot, Hàn Dōng needs to wash off the color of one leg and dye his head green.
The makeup artist was prepared to paint Hàn Dōng's face and Wang Zhong Ding took the brush away
again.

Wang has not left yet?

This time he had spent too long to visit the crew.

Wang Zhong Ding didn't apply paint to his face, but directly put a green hood on him.

The makeup artist was even more puzzled and asked another makeup artist: "Where did the prop come
from? How can I not see it beforehand?"

"I don't know, maybe it's temporary."

Is that suitable? Set up in a tight seam, even the holes in the nose are as big as his!

......

Because of the need to shoot underwater footage this time, Hàn Dōng wears on a ventilator.

In order to make the picture more impactful, the height increased to six meters, and Hàn Dōng's body
was released.

"Pull!"

Hàn Dōng's beautiful body entered the water, and a wave of water spread out.
But Hàn Dōng couldn't feel anything but pain.

Without protection, the burning tingling was felt directly into the bone. Even as he was wearing a
respirator, he was still being overwhelmed by the huge impact.

According to the plot, his leg is now separated from the body and requires a slow landing.

That is to say, his body should continue to sink with his legs, and he should also feel confused, light and
floating.

However, Hàn Dōng's body has been out of control and he has reached the bottom of the pool.

Wang Zhong Ding's face instantly changed color.

Fortunately, several lifeguards quickly pulled Hàn Dōng up.

Director Lu also inhaled cold air, and the assistant to the side asked: "Is Hàn Dōng insured?"

Assistant's girl, "it looks like he is not."

"How could it not be? All the actors were signed together at the time?"

"It is said that Wang refused to give him any money, and he was afraid that he would cheat the
insurance and deliberately create a filming accident to cash in the insurance."

Director Lu reluctantly sighed. "This crew is also very poor."

Hàn Dōng took off his respirator and shows a nosebleed flowed out instantly. The staff was shocked and
was about to respond to Lu's directions. Hàn Dōng stopped him.

"It's okay. I often have nosebleeds. I'll plug it."

After a short break, Hàn Dōng was suspended up again.

After entering the water, Hàn Dōng's legs finally stretched, and the sinking rhythm was also quite good.
Both directors are quite satisfied and others feel perfect. Only Wang Zhong Ding saw subtle deficiencies,
but given the difficulty of shooting, he didn't say anything.

Just when Director Lu decided to pass this one, Hàn Dōng suddenly raised his hand to make another
shot.

Wang Zhong Ding was somewhat surprised but didn't interfere.

However, Hàn Dōng not only re-shot once but again and again. Hanging up and falling, floating into the
water... Even when Wang Zhong Ding has not spoken up, Hàn Dōng still demanded a remake.

Wang Zhong Ding suddenly felt that today Hàn Dōng had a unique spirit...

This kind of fighting is no longer a description of the desire for performance. It has reached a state of
madness.

Once again watching the monitor playback, Wang Zhong Ding found that in addition to the leg being
stretched, the rest of the parts are stiff and twisted together.

So he decided to interrupt.
As a result, Hàn Dōng suddenly raised an index finger at him.

Give me one last chance.

Wang Zhong Ding still acquiesced.

"Pull!"

After a powerful landing on the back of the head, Hàn Dōng head was dizzy. Feeling a particularly light
body, it is entirely natural to slowly fall. The leg in the shot in the scene flipped over several angles in the
water. The entire scene really looked like a dream.

Director Lu couldn't help but burst into foul language. "That's too much reality. Even the special effects
can't reach this point!"

As a result, Hàn Dōng didn't float.

No one expected that Wang Zhong Ding would jump into the water, but even he didn't think he was
going to save Hàn Dōng in time.

The five lifeguards were not on the same speed as the speed of Wang Zhong Ding's swimming. When
they reached around ..... Wang Zhong Ding had already held Hàn Dōng...... and was swimming towards
the shore.

After getting him out, a group of medical staff gathered around.

Hàn Dōng was unconscious and his entire face was dark purple.
The medical staff gave Hàn Dōng a first aid treatment and said: "He must go to the hospital for further
treatment."

When the staff was uncertain about which car to use, Wang Zhong Ding suddenly put Hàn Dōng on his
car.

"Let me do it."

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Chapter 120 Your Body is Irreplaceable

Er Lei drove in front and Wang Zhong Ding pulled Hàn Dōng to lie on his lap so that he would not turn
over and hit his back. On the road, Hàn Dōng suddenly opened his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" asked Wang Zhong Ding.

Wang Zhong Ding knew that Hàn Dōng hadn't been completely clear-headed and Wang had to use his
hands on the back as a support for his head to make him continue to sleep.

After a while, Hàn Dōng wanted to turn over again.

Wang Zhong Ding held him down.

"It's not yet painted..." Hàn Dōng muttered.

In order to let him calm down Wang Zhong Ding said: "Yes, I have painted it yet."

As a result, Hàn Dōng slowly extended his hand to the back.

"What are you doing?" Wang Zhong Ding asked.

Hàn Dōng did not answer but used his swollen fingers to pinch the edges of the underwear. Slowly
pulling it in the middle of the buttcrack and finally stuffed it in...

Wang Zhong Ding, "...you are doing it!"

What's the difference? He doesn't forget to play tricks.

Hàn Dōng apparently doesn't feel good. His hands are here and there, and he is active as always.

In the end, Wang Zhong Ding put his finger on top on the buttocks imitating a brushing stroke.....

Hàn Dōng's hand finally came down slowly.

Er Lei saw Wang Zhong Ding's soft eyes from the rearview mirror. Suddenly he felt that the blind man
fortune prediction was well prepared. He knew that Han Dong had also calculated the marriage for
himself.
At the hospital, Hàn Dōng did receive a full-body examination. After determining that there were no
serious problems, Wang Zhong Ding truly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Hàn Dōng also had a fever and was in a semi-conscious state.

Here it is far from the company, Hàn Dōng staying alone in this hospital, Wang Zhong Ding does not trust
it... So he decided to send Hàn Dōng back to the dormitory and find a private doctor to care for him.

After arriving at the company, Wang Zhong Ding made Er Lei drive home first. Then he sent Hàn Dōng to
the dormitory.

The car drove to the door of the apartment and Wang Zhong Ding carried Hàn Dōng in.

As the elevator slowly rises, Hàn Dōng suddenly made a premonition.

"My shot is going to be deleted."

Wang Zhong Ding stunned, "What shot?"

"The shot taken today."

If it had been in the past, Wang Zhong Ding would not be seriously concerned about Hàn Dōng's words
prediction. However, when thinking of Hàn Dōng's calculating the box office at the time of the movie, he
felt an unusual emotion. When he thought of the madness of Hàn Dōng's filming, Wang Zhong Ding's
heart suddenly looked like it was pulled by something.

"You have figured it out yourself?" Wang Zhong Ding asked.

Hàn Dōng snorted.

When the elevator door opened, Wang Zhong Ding went out and found that the dormitory door was
locked.

"Ming Er is not around." Hàn Dōng said again.

Wang Zhong Ding hesitated for a moment, then reached for the key.

"I sent the Xià Ke a set brief which Ming Er gave me, and Xià Ke took Ming Er away."

Wang Ding didn't comment on Hàn Dōng's behavior. He only asked him: "How do you know that he is
called Xià Ke?"

"I calculated it." Hàn Dōng said.

At this point, Wang Zhong Ding still didn't fully believe that Hàn Dōng had such a calculative power. He
simply felt that he had mastered some kind of psychological suggestion method ..... until Hàn Dōng said
the following...

"Ming Er always looked forward to seeing me shoot today's scene. I'm afraid he would expect too much
after watching it. Finally, it will not be released. He will be disappointed."

Wang Zhong Ding twisted the key to open.

"Since you know that you will be cut out, why shoot it?"
When Hàn Dōng was in a coma, he didn't forget to play pitiful. "Since you know that food will become a
pile of shit, why eat it?"

Wang Zhong Ding replied, "Eating is necessary to survive, and dinning is a kind of enjoyment."

"Filming is also a pleasure."

"Can you enjoy this kind of scenes shot today? You tell me where you enjoyed it?"

"I feel I'm very good at it."

Wang Zhong Ding didn't know where the anger came from and he kicked the door open, throwing Hàn
Dōng directly into the bedroom bed.

"Aren't you arrogant? Then you don't take medicine. Don't see a doctor. Treat yourself!"

The result is as he turned to go out, Hàn Dōng spoke again.

"I'm just someone who makes money for you right?."

In Wang Zhong Ding's heart, there is a kind of unspeakable taste.

In fact, from the moment he hesitated, he was doomed to how Hàn Dōng came in and how Hàn Dōng
backed it out. On the way home, Wang Zhong Ding turned to Hàn Dōng and said: "I signed you to the
company, not to make money for me."
In the entertainment circle, watching the stars floating in and out, a generation of new people for the
old people, is simply too big and normally it has long been unable to excite Wang Zhong Ding's heart
with a wave of waves. He not only wanted Hàn Dōng to become famous, but he also wants Hàn Dong to
be irreplaceable. There is no shortage of superstars in his entertainment circle. What is missing is one
legendary in a generation.

Unfortunately, Hàn Dōng didn't hear these words.

So Wang Zhong Ding brought Hàn Dōng to his own home.

He never brought anyone inside his home. Hàn Dōng is the first one.

Because Hàn Dōng was still feverish, Wang Zhong Ding placed him in his own room. He made sure he
slept very well before Wang pushed the door open and went out.

Wang Zhong Ding didn't sleep for almost all night. He went to the room to check Hàn Dōng's condition
and measure his body temperature.

The final test was more than five minutes ago and the temperature had finally retreated.

Before Xixi slept until it was too bright in the morning, and ever since he thought that Hàn Dōng is going
to be his father, he often fell asleep and ran out of the room and went to Wang Zhong Ding's bed to
sleep for a while.

Today is also the case. At less than six o'clock, Xixi got up out of bed and ran up at Wang Zhong Ding's
room.

Because he was still in a sleepwalking state, Xixi didn't look at the person on the bed at all and he just
slept on his arm. After Wang Zhong Ding finished washing, he sat on the sofa. What he had passed was
Hàn Dōng's life. Drink morning tea, watch global stocks and plan his next day's journey.
After a busy night, he can finally enjoy a moment of ease.

As a result, from the room suddenly came a crying voice.

"Dad ... dad... dad..."

Wang Zhong Ding walked toward the room and the babysitter rushed out and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You go see"

Wang Zhong Ding went to open the door! Xixi ran toward the door with horror. Wang Zhong Ding knelt
and caught the son who had rushed over and picked him up.

"Are you scared?" Wang Zhong Ding asked softly.

Xixi nodded. "The uncle's dead body came to our house."

Wang Zhong Ding saw Hàn Dōng, who was still green and had decided to deal with it in the future,
reluctantly he explained to the Xixi. "He is alive."

"Why did he come to our house?"

"He was injured. I saved him."

"You hate him so much. Why save him?"

"After all, it's a human life."

"Yeah, save one life and make a seven-level reaping to heaven."

Wang Zhong Ding nodded and handed Xixi to the nanny. "Take him to brush his teeth."

After Xixi left, Wang Zhong Ding only looked at the status of the "corpse".

To be honest, Wang Zhong Ding was embarrassed to admit that Hàn Dōng is "living." Just now the child
cried so loudly and Hàn Dōng actually slept like a pig.

"Hey, wake up." Wang Zhong Ding called Hàn Dōng.

Hàn Dōng didn't respond.

"First let's wash your body, apply medicine and then you can continue to sleep."

Hàn Dōng still gives no response.

Wang Zhong Ding lifted Hàn Dōng's quilt and saw a large area of dark purple.

Looking at him this way, even if he woke up, he might not be able to clean himself up. Wang Zhong Ding
intended to take advantage of Hàn Dōng's sleepiness to give him a simple scrub taking advantage of the
time before going to work.

Xixi had breakfast and was sent to the school by the driver.
When Wang Zhong Ding walked to the bathroom while Hàn Dōng was walking, Hàn Dōng was conscious
but still, he didn't wake up. Wang Zhong Ding guessed that he was over-fatigued during this period of
time and was tired out.

The bathtub was full of water, and Wang Zhong Ding just put Hàn Dōng in. Hàn Dōng rushed out in a
hurry and nothing done would make him soaked in the tub.

Wang Zhong Ding suddenly came to understand.

He didn't forcibly force Hàn Dōng into the bathtub. Instead, he temporarily found a small bed with a
bath towel on the bed so that Hàn Dōng could lay straight up. Wang Zhong Ding then rinsed him with a
sprayer, just like he painted him in a dressing room.

Hàn Dōng gradually relaxed.

Wang Zhong Ding took out a special cleaning agent, poured it on his hand and smeared it on Hàn Dōng's
body.

As the paint gradually faded, the black purple on the back turned reddish-purple, and finally, it looked
less cruel.

After the skin regained its luster, the creamy feeling begins to flow at the tip of the finger.
Unconsciously, Wang Ding's hand had already lingered on the inside of Hàn Dōng's thigh for a long time.

Hàn Dōng's body is still wearing swimming trunks.

The familiar scene jumped into Wang Ding's mind. Hàn Dōng took his hands to the edge of his
underwear, slowly and slowly gathered it to the middle, and finally stuffed it into the buttcrack.
Hàn Dōng's rogue face jumped in Wang Zhong Ding's heart.

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Chapter 121 Steal the Show.

Wang Zhong Ding could have taken off Hàn Dōng's swim trunks and wiped the paint on his ass directly,
which was more consistent with his organized style of conduct.

However, he chose to do it the same way as Hàn Dōng.

His thick fingers rolled up the edge of Hàn Dōng's swimming trunks, slowly gathered the fabric in his
palm, and finally stuffed into the hip seam, to form a thong.

A picture flashed in Wang Zhong Ding brain: Hàn Dōng squeezing the upper and lower ends of the
swimming trunks between his hands and pinching his lustrous hips, pulling the undewear back and forth
between the gaps. The expression on Hàn Dōng's face is definitely not as good as Wang Zhong Ding's on
weekdays...

But apparently this time it cannot be blamed on estrus.

He still maintains the basic bottom line, and he also wants to avoid being in danger, although Hàn Dōng's
body is extremely welcoming.
Wang Zhong Ding still poured the cleaning agent on his hands and smears it on the swollen buttocks.

As a result, Hàn Dōng turned to lie on his back, in exactly the same manner as Wang Zhong Ding's
ghostly nightmare.

Of course, this is Hàn Dōng's habitual sleeping position.

One leg is bent, one leg is stretched, and two legs are separated by a large angle. All the private parts
were exposed, highlighting the true infatuation and madness in Wang Zhong Ding's heart.

Wang's heart can not stand it anymore, it was just like a horse breaking free from the reins and galloping
wildly crazy on the grasslands of lust.

In fact, he is a manly man, better than any man. The reason why he has been dormant for so many years
is not that he is not sexual inclined.

Perhaps he had already understood it, but he couldn't let go of his usual pride..... Unable to accept
someone who likes to be tempered and doesn't match with him, or even completely commit to
something.

Hàn Dōng was confused, unclear, and responds enthusiastically with his physical instincts.

At that time, Wang Zhong Ding was cold-eyed and right now he was sucking and biting. The fiery red
curtain clearly stated: I just want to see if you are sensitive...

Hàn Dōng didn't lose his voice. His hands pulled Wang Ding's hair and forced him to suck his nipples
harder. His mouth interrupted intermittently: “aaah... Hum... So good...”
On the same way, in the dressing room, he reprimanded Hàn Dōng's muddy, wiggled behavior and now
he completely (Wang) changed his face.

In Wang's mind he was all 'I just like to make you feel itchy, the more you can't stand it, the more you
struggle, the more I like it ...

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded, and the atmosphere of fanaticism was interrupted abruptly.

"Daddy." Xixi's voice came over

Wang Zhong Ding couldn't help but curse.... didn't the child go to school? How come he is back?

"Daddy, are you inside?" Xixi asked tentatively again, and his tone sounded even more pitiful.

Thus, Wang Zhong Ding put on his coat to cool his face. When he went out again, he was still a true
gentlemanly father....not a rude sexually frenzied monster.

"Why did you come back?"

The driver apologized and explain next to him. "He is not willing to have me send him halfway. I had to
come back. You didn't pick up your call."

In fact, the cell phone is outside, and Wang Zhong Ding's powerful listening didn't even hear it admist in
all that horny episode.

"OK, I know."
After the driver left, Wang Zhong Ding looked at Xixi and asked, "Why are you coming back?"

"I'm afraid that you and my uncle would discuss things about transferring me." Xixi was aggrieved.

In exchange for peace, Wang Zhong Ding would have allowed his son to use this excuse to skip school.
But today, he was uncharacteristically reproachful and comforted with a few words.

"Nothing, no matter what happens, I am your father. This matter will never change."

Xixi seemed relieved. He asked, "Is that little uncle a good man?"

If it was in the past, Wang Zhong Ding would not hesitate to say: Do not force it... he is not a good
person!

But now he can only give a vague answer, "Not everything has two sides, we cannot simply define a
person as good or bad."

Xixi seemed to understand, and asked again: "When do you plan to let him go?"

"I have to help him, at least wait for his injuries to recover."

"Fighting!" Xixi held a small fist.

Wang Zhong Ding nodded, "Yes, fighting."

Xixi seems to have completely put aside the negative emotions and rushed to his own schoolbag.
Wang Zhong Ding asked: "Can you return to school now?"

Unexpectedly, Xixi only took out the brush from his bag and placed it on the writing table. "No, I want to
stay with my dad."

“What would you be doing with me?” Wang Zhong Ding frowned.

Xixi said: "I don't want to let my father suffer alone. If I go away, you and your uncle will be left at home.
You hate uncle, so I won't let you do it alone."

Wang Zhong Ding finally said: "I don't hate him."

Unexpectedly, Xixi showed the same expression as when Wang Zhong Ding first taught him, and even
the tone of speech was the same. "Daddy, you let him lie there. He's particularly embarrassing"

Wang Zhong Ding knew that he wouldn't be able to explain it for a moment and he was afraid to shoot
Xixi's head and said, "I won't stay at home. I'm going to the company. You're going to school this time."

"Then I can't go anymore. When you leave for work who is the only one person that can stay at home
with him? I want to look after him! He especially loves candy. What if he defrauds our family of candy
stock?"

Wang Zhong Ding took a deep breath and said: "A piece of wall covering your family can buy a house
filled with candy. Why does he have to steal it?"

As a result, Xixi again grabbed Hàn Dōng's lines.

"I am not afraid that a thief will steal it,... I'm afraid the thief would remember it"
1]..... This was spoken by Han Dong I still dont know what it means--- anyway สูส้ ูน
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