Lucky hit

In the next few days, Han Haodong was dancing in the dance studio except he was busy with his French.

Most of the time in the afternoon is spent in the dance studio, and the teacher will not stop until the sweat of dancing falls from his face.

Li Wen would come to visit occasionally, sometimes encouraging him and sometimes criticizing him.

The reason she was so concerned was that Han Haodong was going to participate in the recording of a popular entertainment program on Saturday, and the program team revealed that there would be a dance session between him and a popular group from Korea.

It only took a few minutes in total, but Han Haodong suffered a lot because of those few minutes.Once again, it proves that 10 minutes on stage and [-] years off stage is not easy.

After the rehearsal that day, he was about to collapse. He sat on the ground in front of the mirror in the dance studio and drank water, and he didn't get up for a long time.

Shi Feng looked distressed, and threw a clean towel soaked in cold water to Han Haodong to wipe his sweat.

Han Haodong accurately reached out to catch it, and turned to look at himself in the mirror, sweating profusely, with no image at all.He stood up with his hands on his hands and threw the empty water bottle into the trash can before turning around to change his clothes.

In order to better find the rhythm, the ringtone of his mobile phone was changed to that explosive dance song.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, he came out and walked out with Shi Feng, when the sudden ringtone of his mobile phone, he almost jumped up in the noisy street without following the rhythm.

After Shi Feng laughed, he was afraid that someone would recognize Han Haodong, so he could only cover his mouth and listen to Han Haodong answering the phone.

It was that kid Song Yu again, but looking at Han Haodong's expression, it seemed that he was not as angry as the previous few times, but rather calm.

After the people around him quickly ended the call, Shi Feng couldn't help but ask, "Brother Dong, is it still because of that?"

Han Haodong walked into the underground garage, his slender figure quickly cast a shadow under the dim light, he hesitated for a while and said: "It is indeed because of that."

Shi Feng unlocked the car, looked around habitually to see if there were paparazzi lurking, and then suggested: "If you can't do it, let's talk to him, even if you use money, the problems that money can solve are not problems."

"He said he destroyed everything."

Shi Feng was surprised: "What?"

Han Haodong pushed Shi Feng away and got into the driver's seat: "I'll drive."

After starting the car and driving out of the underground garage, the speed of the car soared after driving onto the straight road.

Shi Feng was so scared that he reminded again and again: "Brother Dong, slow down, it will be bad if you provoke the traffic police."

Midsummer's wind pocket entered the car window, lifting Han Haodong's side hair, and he looked forward: "Go back and check when I'm free, and I suddenly want to go racing."

Shi Feng quickly nodded in response.

Han Haodong didn't know if Song Yu really stopped pestering him or just talked about it, until he saw the magazine with Song Yu on the cover two days later in the living room at home, everything became clear.

The emotional family has climbed a high branch, so I don't look for a sense of presence with him.

Holding the coffee in one hand and pulling the magazine with the other, he snorted, it was produced by Zheng Bonian's studio.

Inexplicably irritated and flustered, Song Yu's way of taking the lead is much better than being by his side. At least Zheng Bonian gave him something substantial, which is better than following him.

He threw the hard magazine to the ground with a flick of his hand, and Shi Feng, who was cleaning the bedroom in fright, ran out to check the situation with a snap.

Seeing Han Haodong drinking coffee with his legs crossed expressionlessly, he picked up the magazine and put it back where it was, and went on his way.

In the bright office, Jack stood quietly watching the man on the sofa flip through the pages of the new magazine with his slender fingers.

Zheng Bonian probably turned two pages and then threw it aside: "It has completely lowered the grade of my magazine."

His cold tone scared Jack to ask quickly: "Brother Nian, is there something wrong with our photographer?"

"No," Zheng Bonian got up: "It's the model's problem."

"Since Song Yu got his wish and appeared in our magazine, the modeling industry will definitely not have to worry about developing in the future."

Zheng Bonian walked out with a grin: "I'm not interested in his future."

He was only interested in Han Haodong, and when he asked Song Yu out that day, he was so excited.He said that it was just a cover to find Song Yu for the shoot, after all, there is nothing more tempting for a model than being invited by a top photographer.

Zheng Bonian got straight to the point and said that Song Yu would ask for a lot of money, but he didn't expect that he just wanted to be on the cover of his magazine in the end.

At that time, Song Yu asked Zheng Bonian to shoot in person, but Zheng Bonian declined, so he asked a studio under his company to take charge.

He looked at the USB flash drive containing Han Haodong's bed photo several times, and felt a little angry. Isn't Han Haodong very active on the bed? Why did he change his face here?

When he was about to walk out of the office door, he turned around and asked Jack who was following him, "What's going on with Han Haodong recently."

Since Zheng Bonian asked him to carefully inquire about Han Haodong's movements, Jack has been carefully using his contacts in the entertainment industry to find out in a timely manner. When he was asked, he quickly told Zheng Bonian the truth.

After hearing this, Zheng Bonian smiled and said nothing, strode across the corridor and pushed open the door of the conference room, sat on the chair in the center under the watchful eyes of his subordinates who had been waiting inside, and crossed his hands and fingers on the table: "Let's start!" .”

On Saturday night, Han Haodong came to the TV station on time to record the entertainment program in the No. [-] studio hall.

The audience at the scene were all students of a certain university, sitting neatly below was very qualified.

Before the recording, the director of the show roughly talked about some details that need attention.Han Haodong followed up the rehearsals of lighting settings and stage positioning over and over again, but the Korean group only showed their faces during the official recording.This made Han Haodong suddenly feel that he has lost the demeanor of a big name.

Although some of the interaction with the audience during the recording was too blunt and he had to repeat it several times, but the dancing part made him completely cool for a while.

Feeling the enthusiastic reaction of the audience and the satisfied smile on Li Wen's face in the backcourt, Han Haodong knew that he performed well today.

He took a photo with some fans of the support group when he left after recording the show, and it took him a long time to be escorted away. He didn't forget to turn around and blow a kiss to the fans before disappearing, causing screams from behind.

On the way back, Shi Feng was nagging about the schedule again, and Han Haodong lazily responded.

I didn't expect to meet Zheng Bonian who was standing downstairs when I went back. Looking at Zheng Bonian's posture, he seemed to be waiting for him specially, and greeted him when he came back.

Shi Feng parked the car and came back to see Zheng Bonian, who was also startled. After saying hello, he wanted to send Han Haodong upstairs.

"No need, I'll send him up." Zheng Bonian looked at Shi Feng.

Shi Feng hesitated, the words were too familiar, last time he obeyed and was punished by Han Haodong, this time he couldn't be negligent, he wanted to open his mouth to refuse.

Han Haodong nodded, "Go back first."

Shi Feng was stunned for a moment, and then immediately stepped aside: "Then I'll go home first Brother Dong, call me if you have anything to do."

Zheng Bonian also asked Han Haodong unexpectedly: "Is this a good mood today?" After all, he was not rejected thousands of miles away.

Han Haodong put his hands in his pockets, and his black baseball cap was pressed down very low. He didn't speak, but stared at the flower bed not far away, his eyes were a little empty and far away.

Zheng Bonian raised his eyebrows: "You didn't drive me away, you want to invite me to sit up?"

Han Haodong tilted his head: "Want to go up?"

"of course."

Han Haodong raised his legs and walked towards the second-to-last garage door, and entered the password.A blue Lamborghini sports car was revealed behind the slowly rising elevator floor.

Zheng Bonian looked at Han Haodong with interest: "Why, do you still want to be in the car?"

Han Haodong frowned: "Is there anything else in your mind?"

"Forgive me for only thinking about that once I'm with you." Zheng Bo smiled young.

Han Haodong walked towards the car, "Have you driven yet?"

"Open." Zheng Bonian shook the car key in his hand.

Han Haodong opened the car door and sat in: "Do you dare to compare?"

"Drag racing?" Zheng Bonian stood with folded arms: "Win what?"

Han Haodong just suddenly wanted to go racing. He didn't want to win at all. After all, he didn't need anything. "What do you want to win?"

Zheng Bonian stared at the person in the car and said, "Just win you."

"Impossible." Han Haodong started the car and refused decisively.

"In that case, it seems that you are afraid of losing to me."

Han Haodong glanced over and smiled, "I don't think I will lose to an old man."

Zheng Bonian didn't argue with him, and continued: "If you win, you can open the conditions casually. If I win, you let me play the last time. It sounds very beneficial to you."

Han Haodong turned the steering wheel and drove the car out of the garage. He refused to admit defeat on his handsome face, and said every word: "The conditions don't matter, because you will definitely lose. If you really want to have sex with me, I'll talk about it if you win."