Lucky hit

Obviously, Han Haodong didn't want to answer Zheng Bonian's boring questions at all, and stated again that if Zheng Bonian didn't leave, he really wanted to call the security guard.

The two stood face to face in the dark, both still wearing the dresses they had worn for the press conference.One is tall and straight, and the other is arrogant and unruly.

The rapid vibration of the mobile phone broke the silence.

Zheng Bonian looked down at Han Haodong's mobile phone in his hand, and it showed that the caller's name was Song Yu.

He didn't know who Song Yu was, but this was Han Haodong's private matter, so he reached out and handed over the phone.

Han Haodong glanced at him, quickly took back the phone, and picked it up.

Unexpectedly, his once cute baby Song Yu, who has always been a little sheep, yelled out loudly after picking up the phone: "Han Haodong, let me tell you! Don't fucking think you are amazing!"

Han Haodong could tell that the opposite was an entertainment venue, either a bar or a KTV.But Song Yu's voice was so loud that he moved the phone away from his ear after hearing that sentence, he frowned and took two steps to talk on the phone with his back to Zheng Bonian: "Did you drink too much?"

Song Yu laughed very loudly with a confused and out-of-tune voice: "Why, are you worried about me? Then it will be good if you come back to my side, we are as good as before..."

If you want to say what annoys Han Haodong the most, the most annoying thing is that this kind of get-together is not easy to break up. He resents it: "Song Yu, you never finish, stop calling."

Seeing that Han Haodong was really determined to break up with him, Song Yu laughed after a moment of silence: "You asked for it yourself, to be honest, I have a lot of interesting photos when I'm with you, you really Don't you mind if I spread the word, I'm just a little transparent in the modeling world, I'm not afraid, but you..."

"You're fucking enough!" Han Haodong stopped Song Yu, he didn't want Zheng Bonian to hear everything about him in such a quiet room, and wanted to end it quickly: "Don't be clever! Will I be afraid of you? !"

Song Yu continued: "You don't mind the bed photo..."

With a slap, Han Haodong dropped his phone and stood there with his chest heaving. Song Yu was a bit too much.But what he is more worried about now is whether what Song Yu said is true.

He hasn't had a good rest recently, and he was a little slow to react for a while. After standing for a while, he remembered that Zheng Bonian was behind him.

So he raised his foot and walked upstairs irritably: "You go."

After speaking, he raised his hand and pressed the right side of his head, cursing inwardly, he had another migraine, and whenever he was not well rested and tired, he would suffer from this problem.

In the past few years, I have been filming day and night, and I have accumulated a lot of problems.He was really tired.

After answering Song Yu's call, he became even more troubled, not in the mood to care about Zheng Bonian.All he wanted was to get a good night's sleep and wake up to deal with the shit.

Zheng Bonian looked at the figure walking upstairs step by step, hesitated for a while and finally chose to keep up.

After returning to the room, Han Haodong raised his calf and kicked the door to close. The door bounced back and he realized that there was someone behind him.Turning back in an impatient tone: "I said you never finished."

Zheng Bonian turned on the room light, leaned against the door with folded arms, and looked at Han Haodong's right hand that was pressing his head: "Migraine?"

Han Haodong didn't know what to do with Zheng Bonian who was so stubborn, he would come in after pushing him out, after all, his legs were on Zheng Bonian's body.It's not like I'm an opponent for a beating, otherwise I won't be suppressed twice.

He took a deep breath, he was really tired and just wanted to sleep, so he simply ignored Zheng Bonian, loosened his tie and took off his tie, and walked to the bed inside.

At this time, as long as Zheng Bonian can not delay his sleep, he can ignore it.Laughing at himself for changing his bottom line again and again, it was all forced by the man at the door who stared at him calmly.

Thinking that Zheng Bonian was still in the room, Han Haodong just took off his coat and lay down.It felt very stuffy again, so I adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner and slept under a thin quilt.

I was indeed tired, and my ideology became unclear in the comfortable bed in the quiet room, but the migraine still involved my nerves one after another.

After a while, he felt the bed flicker, he pulled off the blindfold and was startled by the magnified face in his sight.Quickly dodging to the side and swearing: "What the hell are you going to do!"

Zheng Bonian looked at Han Haodong who was in a little panic, and sat over: "Why are you nervous, I don't do anything."

Han Haodong pointed to the door: "Then get out."

Zheng Bonian sat down again, reaching out to undo the only button on his suit for the convenience of moving.

His behavior made Han Haodong mistakenly think that the person who posted it was going to do something to him again, so he threw a pillow at him: "Your surname Zheng is really disgusting!"

The pillow hit Zheng Bonian's face directly, forcing him to close his eyes: "I said I don't do anything, why are you hitting me?"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled Han Haodong over: "I know a kind of massage, which is specially for migraine, and I will massage it for you."

Han Haodong opened Zheng Bonian's hand: "No need."

Zheng Bonian didn't listen to him, but forced Han Haodong to lie down on his lap, and put his hands on the stubborn head: "I won't do anything if I say I won't do it, why don't you believe it."

The massage on the head made Han Haodong feel a lot better, and the relief of the numbness and pain on the right side of his head made him calm down a bit: "Who told me that I can't trust anyone."

Zheng Bonian was choked, he was indeed the one who told Han Haodong, he was massaging with his hands unabated, and his voice was very magnetic: "I am not anyone."

Han Haodong was not in the mood to argue with Zheng Bonian, he only knew that with the proper strength of Zheng Bonian's hands, his headache improved a lot.In the past, when he suffered from migraines, he either took painkillers or slept. He never knew that massage could also be used, and his drowsiness became stronger when he pressed it lightly.

Zheng Bonian has been observing the state of the person on his leg. Through the main light on that side, he can see that Han Haodong has closed his eyes, slightly adjusted his leg that was numb from sitting, and continued to press it.

Han Haodong's hair was very soft, and Zheng Bonian pressed his scalp firmly with his hands.Feeling the weight of his head on his lap became heavier, he knew that Han Haodong was asleep.

This is not the first time he has seen Han Haodong's sleeping face. With all the camouflage and protective colors removed, the fairer skin under the light makes the whole person look like a porcelain doll. A small piece of chest skin can be seen from the loose neckline of the shirt, which is tempting. very.

Zheng Bonian admired the massage while admitting that he was really interested in this kid.

How could he ever give massages to people? He was a pampered young master since he was a child.The banker's father, who was old and had a child, spoiled him to the sky, giving him whatever he wanted.

Now, because he wants to please a man, he is ignoring the massage with numb fingers.

He twitched at the corner of his mouth, and slowly stopped massaging, but sat leaning against the head of the bed.The movements were very light, he was afraid that if he accidentally woke up Han Haodong who was resting on his lap.

Probably sat for a long time, so long that he was also sleepy.

Gently moved his legs to make sure that Han Haodong had really slept soundly, then he lifted that head up very carefully, and quickly stuffed a pillow underneath.

Pulling the quilt up over Han Haodong's shoulders, he turned around and walked out lightly. When he turned off the light at the door, he didn't forget to turn around and take another look.

It was already noon when Han Haodong woke up the next day, and he woke up hungry.Habitually calling Shi Feng, he didn't get a response for a long time before realizing that Shi Feng was not there.

Then he thought of another thing very quickly, sat up abruptly and looked around, not seeing Zheng Bonian, then looked down at the clothes he was still wearing, they were fine.

He rubbed his head and got out of bed, there was no one downstairs, only the windows fluttering in the wind.

The mobile phone that fell on the ground yesterday was still broken. He bent down to pick it up, and his custom signature was still on the back shell.

He took out the mobile phone card, randomly chose a new mobile phone in the drawer of the TV cabinet, and first called Shi Feng to tell him the password of the door, and asked him to come quickly to deliver the meal.

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the sofa and rested his chin on his hand, thinking about what Song Yu said yesterday.

If it is true, the consequences will be unimaginable. As a public figure, indiscretion in life is the most embarrassing thing. Not to mention being cast aside by others, the hard-earned achievements and honors will be questioned.

Han Haodong was irritable again. He was so irritable that he didn't have time to think about what happened to Zheng Bonian yesterday.

At this time, Zheng Bonian, who was sitting in the office, was listening to Grab introduce Song Yu's information.

After seeing the photo, he snorted. Han Haodong was really like this, with big eyes and a high nose bridge.

He raised his eyebrows and interrupted Grab: "There's no need to read it next, I'm not interested in the experience of an unknown little model."

Grab closed his voice and stood aside: "Then...do you still want to make an appointment with him..."

"Appointment." Zheng Bonian put down the pen in his hand, and his thoughtful gaze drifted out of the French window: "Just say that I, Zheng Bonian, want to take pictures for him, and we will meet first, and you will tell me the time and place when the time comes."

After Grab went out, Zheng Bonian got up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with tall buildings and ring-shaped streets under his feet.

Rubbing his nose, he suddenly thought of the scene of Han Haodong smashing the pillow yesterday, wondering if that kid woke up.

Turning around to look at Song Yu's photo on the table, he pulled out a dart from the dart board hanging by the window, and nailed the photo to the table with a bang.Move your fingers, thinking that even his people dare to threaten, but want to see what kind of character it is.

By the time Shi Feng turned around to get a chopstick, Han Haodong had already taken a bite on the vegetable box.

"I said Brother Dong, what about your image, what about your idol baggage."

Han Haodong took a big bite from the chopsticks, and said vaguely: "When you are very hungry, you can't control anything."

Shi Feng smiled and sat while taking out his mobile phone to play.

The frightened Han Haodong hurriedly refused to take pictures and avoided it.

"I didn't take a picture," Shi Feng immediately showed the screen to Han Haodong in order to keep his innocence: "Yo, who just said it doesn't matter."

Han Haodong squinted at Shi Feng, then slowly sat back and continued to eat.