Feng Mang

Early the next morning, Han Dong sat up from the bed, stared at the boxes of high-end gifts at the door, and watched for more than half an hour.

In his mind, he repeatedly recalled the sentence Wang Zhongding asked Feng Jun to come over: Although he had vented his personal anger, don't come at the cost of trampling on his acting career.

Indeed, Han Dong felt that he could no longer be so confused.

He decided to set aside his personal grudges and listen to Wang's persuasion. It is the man who should have the courage and foresight to choose.

Since it is a matter of emotion, start from all aspects of life, and let out selfish anger. Do you think I dare not? Article 1: Do not like to eat odorous food, especially toon.

In this regard, Han Dong is just the opposite of Wang Zhongding, who particularly likes toon.

I remember when he first came to Beijing, he rented a bungalow in the outskirts, and the courtyard next door happened to plant a toon tree.

Because the first crop of toon is stolen every year, Han Dong sprinkled a lot of white flour on the tree as a pesticide, and only he stole it since then.

Through observation, Han Dong found that Wang Zhongding rarely went home at noon and occasionally went out for entertainment, most of the time he settled in the company's restaurant.

There is a direct elevator from the office to the restaurant, and Wang Zhongding usually goes down to buy food by himself, and will only be delivered unless he is too busy.

At noon today, Wang Zhongding went down to buy food as usual.

As soon as I got on the elevator, I heard a cry from behind.

"Wait a minute!" A figure rushed in, even with a strong taste, and the moment the elevator door was closed, it was firmly locked in this small enclosed space.

Han Dong stood next to Wang Zhongding with a tofu mixed with tofu. Compared with the previous hostile attitude, this time Han Dong opened his greetings and spouted a smell of toon.

"Mr. Wang, what a coincidence!" Wang Zhongding smelled the acrid smell, his frown slightly wrinkled, and took a step to the side silently. "I remember the restaurant never sells toon."

"I didn't buy it in the restaurant. I bought it from the outside and mixed it myself."

Han Dong said, and then mixed again to let the fragrance spread more thoroughly, and when he was mixing, he moved to Wang Zhongding.

Wang Zhongding was a little bit smoked by the smell of toon. "Since you bought it from the outside, why did you come here? Is there an elevator as soon as you enter the door?" Because I want to smoke you ... Hidden in the belly A little **** jumped back and forth.

"There are too many people in the elevator. They always have to wait in line. This elevator is very quiet.

After Han Dong had just finished speaking, his body shook violently with the elevator. He almost dumped the toon in the lunch box on Wang Zhongding's clothes. Wang Zhongding simply escaped.

But the elevator stopped at this time, and surrounded by darkness.

"What's the matter?" Han Dong pressed the alarm madly and interpreted the panic of the sudden situation. He even trembled with his voice, "Will it suddenly fall ... fall?" Wang Zhongding Instead, he calmly calmed him, "It's okay, it should be a power outage.

Han Dong waited for a while, feeling that there was no abnormality in the elevator, so he relaxed and continued to eat his tofu and tofu.

When things can't be seen by the eyes, the sense of smell becomes extremely sensitive. If Wang Zhongding can usually rely on other things to divert his attention, now there is really nowhere to hide, he can only hold his breath and endure.

Han Dong reminded him deliberately, "Hey, you are waiting, why not eat lunch? It should be cold in a while.

"Wang Zhongding's opening meant to smell that disgust, so he was silent.

Han Dong gathered together, "Would you like me to taste this?" Wang Zhongding pushed him away.

"You're welcome with me? I don't think you're dirty, come here, take a bite.

Han Dong also moved forward.

Wang Zhongding could not bear it, "You stay away from me!" As a result, the opening didn't scare Han Dong, but let the turbid air that has been blocked for a long time poured into Wang Zhongding's breath. Ecstasy! So after the elevator opened, Wang Zhongding's meals were not eaten, and all the trash was thrown away.

In the afternoon, the elevator repairman found the cause of the failure: foreign matter stuck in the elevator door sill, causing the door lock protection circuit to fail, causing the elevator to stop operating.

"How can a foreign body get stuck?" Wang Zhongding asked.

"There are more reasons for this. Throwing screws, plastic parts, etc. at random can cause the elevator door to get stuck.

Wang Zhongding's complexion changed, so he didn't ask any more.

The next day, that time, or the elevator, Han Dong came again, this time with toon scrambled eggs.

"Mr. Wang, what a coincidence, I have met you again.

Coincidentally, the elevator was halfway up and stuck again.

However, the emergency light can be turned on this time, and Han Dong showed his carefully designed food to the fullest.

The anxious chewing action, the fragrant and twisted expression of swallowing, and the gorgeous egg yolk and oil stains sticking to the mouth ... As a consequence, Wang Zhongding saved this meal again.

In the afternoon, the elevator repairman came to check the failure again, exactly the same as yesterday: foreign matter stuck in the elevator door sill, causing the door lock protection circuit to fail, causing the elevator to stop running.

On the third day, the familiar scene was staged again.

... Wang Zhongding knew that Han Dong was intent on his mind.

Only this time, he changed his usual instinct and did not call Han Dong for a trial or take any evasive measures.

Instead, he continued to buy food, continued to take the elevator, and continued to watch Han Dong eating fried toon fish, toon crispy dumplings, toon with salted duck eggs, toon wheat rice ... and he seemed to be getting numb to the taste.

On the contrary, it was Han Dong who ate the toon for a few days, sneezing and pulling the poop, and the XX shot were all toon flavor. No matter how much I like to eat, I get tired of eating this.

At over one o'clock in the morning, Wang Zhongding did not go home directly after finishing his work, but went to the apartment behind him.

Moreover, he also gnawed a toon branch with green toon leaves on it, exuding a unique fragrance.

Only a few rooms in the entire apartment building were still lit. The suite where Han Dong lived was one of them, and the door was not closed. Wang Zhongding walked in directly.

Han Dong had fallen asleep long ago, and even snoring sounded.

The computer was still on, staying on the blog interface, and a word caught Wang Zhongding's attention.

"Entertainment is nothing but an enhanced version of ordinary people's circles.

Ordinary people are happy, but entertainers are ecstatic. Ordinary people are sad, but entertainers are big sadness. Ordinary people give gifts to superiors, and entertainers give themselves to superior.

It's like the relationship between vampires and people in The Vampire Diaries, everything is magnified.

"The editing date was more than a week ago, the day when Han Dong accidentally bumped into Li Shang.

Wang Zhongding paused for a moment and was quickly attracted to Piccolo next to the computer.

Although the appearance was not good, it shocked Wang Zhongding.

Before making a piccolo, you need to remove the fluorescent powder from the tube. A slight improper operation will cause the tube to crack.

Han Dong cleaned the inner wall several times by pouring sand back and forth.

In addition, the length and thickness of the tube must be carefully calculated, and sometimes ten tubes may not be able to make a flute.

But also drill, sand, audition.

Especially when tuning, you need to adjust hole by hole, the distance between them directly determines the pitch tone, even the slightest error will cause a great impact.

However, Wang Zhongding did not find an abandoned lamp in the room, and there was only scraps in the trash bin. The meticulous thinking and powerful control of the operator were amazing.

For a "digital control", anything precise has a different charm.

Like Han Dong's legs.

Wang Zhongding didn't know what kind of mentality he had, so he stuck the toon branch in his hand to Han Dong's nose.

When Han Dong smelled the smell of toon, he instantly showed a tired expression, rolled over quickly, avoiding the smell, even facing Wang Zhongding with his gorgeous buttocks.

Sure enough ... A slight smile appeared in the corner of Wang Zhongding's mouth, and he deliberately bullied others, and then probed the toon branch to the other side.

Han Dong, like a big annoyed dog, made a dull humming sound, pierced into the duvet annoyingly, covering his head tightly.

As you can imagine, the toon branch got into the quilt again.

In this way, Han Dong hides in Tibet from the back to the side, and from the side to the side ... no matter how you change your posture, angle, or direction, the **** toon smell is like a shadow.

Finally, when I had nowhere to drill, I plunged into Wang Zhongding's arms ... this time, it was safe.