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Zheng Bonian said that he never celebrates his birthday, and Han Haodong only found out after the two chatted that night.

The official introduction information of this top photographer on the search platform is too superficial.

Zheng Bonian is indeed of mixed Chinese and American blood. His father, Zheng Jiduo, is a famous Chinese-American banker, and his mother is an American girl whose full name is still unknown.

When Zheng Jiduo was young, he only cared about his career. He didn't start a family until he was in his 40s. He married Fengzi, his young female secretary, and later had a son.This is known to the outside world.

But no one knows that if there is no child, there will be no marriage.

Zheng Bonian's mother believed in Catholicism and was not allowed to have an abortion, and his father had no intention of starting a family at that time, and the two got married half-heartedly for the sake of their children.Zheng Bonian was born a few months later, and on the day of the birth, his mother left without saying goodbye and went to Paris, never to be seen again.

Zheng Bonian didn't know why, and his father always refused to answer his question.

So Zheng Bonian never had the concept of birthday since he was a child, and his father never gave him a birthday.His father really loved him very much, and those who were old enough to dote on their children.

But Zheng Bonian did not become extravagant and dissipated because of his father's excessive love. He has always worked hard and fought for what he wanted.

Zheng Jiduo is satisfied with all aspects of his son, except that his son is unwilling to succeed him.

Zheng Bonian was interested in photography since he was a child, and he was not interested in his father's purely economical stuff.No one taught the old man what he had learned all his life, and he has been working hard with his own hands.Due to old age and overwork, left for good last year.And the day of his father's death was Zheng Bonian's birthday. Zheng Bonian couldn't pay more attention to his birthday. On the same day, he lost his parents successively.There is a kind of resistance in the subconscious, so I don't care about celebrating my birthday.

Zheng Bonian is well aware that his father has a special sense of belonging to China, otherwise he would not be able to give up the Chinese nationality granted to him by the superior benefits of various American nationals.

So after he dealt with all his father's financial affairs, he moved his company's headquarters back to China, and brought his father back to China for burial.

What Han Haodong didn't expect was that Zheng Bonian, like him, had no maternal love since he was a child.I also understand that before Zheng Bonian had a special liking for Paris, he did a lot of homework and went to it many times. It turned out that it was not for Xia Zuo, but to get closer to his mother who had never met at a certain distance.

What Zheng Bonian didn't expect was that Han Haodong would play a little temper because he didn't tell about his birthday. He never mentioned these things to others. The employees would help him celebrate every year, but he just didn't want to be kind.After explaining it clearly to Han Haodong, he felt a lot more at ease. This little episode didn't bother him a little bit. On the contrary, he felt that Han Haodong was very attractive when he had a temper.

Generally speaking, the relationship between the two of them has increased because of this incident, and everyone is happy.

Zheng Bonian also posted the recorded video on Weibo, claiming that it was his most thoughtful and favorite birthday present.

Han Haodong only found out during the studio break, which was already two days later.

Clicking on it is equivalent to looking at it from another perspective. Zheng Bonian is worthy of being good at photography, and his face was not photographed during the process, only a pair of skilled tapping hands remained.The whole picture is exquisite and beautiful, smooth and natural.Han Haodong has always been in love, and seeing the rave reviews in the comments, he immediately floated up.I called Zheng Bonian and wanted to make a fuss, but after a call, a familiar voice sounded from the other side.

Han Haodong wanted to say a few words jokingly, but he cleared his throat after sensing the particularly quiet atmosphere on the other side: "Are you... busy?"

Sitting in the conference room, Zheng Bonian glanced at the large circle of people sitting around the long oval table and said softly: "We are in a meeting."

Han Haodong was stunned, "What call do you answer during the meeting? I'm fine, so I'll hang up first."

Before hanging up, Zheng Bonian could be heard saying: "You should answer the call right away."

Han Haodong's heart did soften for a moment, but he pressed it off quickly, and stood up with a smile on his lips to change his makeup.

In the spacious and bright conference room, all the company's managements were wondering why their boss had been furious and criticized the lower-than-expected quarterly performance just now, but suddenly made a 180-degree turn to be gentle after answering the phone call.

What Zheng Bonian enjoys is that Han Haodong is more and more proactive in contacting him, or caring about him.Even though he is still arrogant, he still occasionally takes off the crown in front of him, smiling like a child, that's enough.

This is what two people are pursuing together. When they see each other laughing, they want to laugh.Seeing the other person happy is happier than being happy yourself.

That day, Zheng Bonian finished the two-hour meeting with a very happy mood, returned to the office and sat down, just swiped the mouse and turned on the computer when he was surprised by the pop-up entertainment news.

It is claimed that Han Haodong fell due to the loosening of the wire ring during the shooting on the set at around [-]:[-] am.

The first report was more than an hour ago, and several blurred photos of the panic on the spot were stamped with exclusive broadcast marks.

Zheng Bonian's hands were cold when he was sliding the mouse, so he immediately took Jack up and left.

The reason why he answered Han Haodong's calls at any time was because he was afraid of this kind of thing. He was afraid that if something happened to Han Haodong on the set, he would be there as soon as possible.

When Zheng Bonian contacted Han Haodong and arrived in time, he realized that the media was somewhat exaggerated.

At that time, Han Haodong had a scene where he jumped from between two buildings and turned around to shoot. Because of the large span, he hanged Wia.

I don't know whether it was because the staff was too hasty or there was a problem with Wia itself. When he was hoisted up to take off, a force ring fell off, and he fell to the concrete floor from a height of several meters due to loss of balance.

But the staff present were terrified. When Han Haodong ran over to check, it was true that Han Haodong's left knee could not bend back.

There was a panic at the scene, and director Song Ke directly announced a temporary suspension of work.Han Haodong was really fine, he got up and moved around a bit, which indicated that he could continue filming, but Song Ke didn't agree.

It was only when Li Wen took him to the hospital for a checkup that the paparazzi caught him adding fuel to the story by saying that he had broken his leg.

It was nothing more than that he had an examination at the hospital and then went home.

When Zheng Bonian arrived, Li Wen had just left for a while, and Han Haodong was sitting on the sofa looking up at the sky, not knowing what to tell Shi Feng, when he turned his head again, he saw Zheng Bonian standing at the door.

"Why do you act like a ghost every time?" He raised his eyebrows and swept over.

Shi Feng, who was washing fruit in the kitchen, thought that Brother Dong was talking about him, and walked out and said, "Why am I talking to a ghost..."

Before he finished speaking, he was startled by the man who suddenly walked into sight, and almost threw away the fruit plate in his hand.

Zheng Bonian came over and directly pulled the left calf of the person sitting on the sofa to check.

Zheng Bonian's silence made Han Haodong feel particularly weird. He pulled his leg back with a click, and after taking the fruit plate handed over by Shi Feng: "What are you doing, don't lift my pants."

Han Haodong is still wearing his filming costumes, probably because he left in a hurry and didn't have time to change. At this time, he looks like a KMT officer sitting in a modern environment, which is neither fish nor fowl, yet beautiful.

Zheng Bonian confirmed that nothing happened before he spoke: "Something happened, why didn't you call me first."

Shi Feng went upstairs to clean up the room in desperation. Since Zheng Bonian and Han Haodong got entangled, to be honest, he saved a lot of trouble. Sometimes Zheng Bonian did everything he should do, and he didn't know what the hell it was. Good or bad.

Han Haodong gave blueberries to his mouth, and looked at Zheng Bonian while eating cynically: "Why, I'm worried."

"Nonsense." Zheng Bonian threw Han Haodong's leg off his lap and sat up straight: "I thought you'd become a ghost when I found out."

Han Haodong lowered his head and ate intently: "Aren't you in a meeting? Besides, I'm fine, it's all a lie."

Zheng Bonian looked sideways at Han Haodong's lips, which were stained a little from eating blueberries, and said seriously, "If there is something wrong."

"What's the matter, I'm a good living person."

Zheng Bonian reached out and snatched the fruit plate that Han Haodong was holding and put it aside, then stared at those bright eyes: "Are you tired?"

Han Haodong was stunned when asked: "Why are you tired?"

"I said you are tired from being an actor." Zheng Bonian continued: "You have accumulated a lot of illnesses because of this industry, such as migraine from lack of sleep, stomach problems from not eating on time, cervical spondylosis from reading scripts in one position for a long time, and occasionally Coupled with the cold and fever that are not suitable for filming, there may not be any accidents in the future, aren't you tired?"

Han Haodong frowned: "What the hell are you going to say?"

Zheng Bo Nian leaned into the sofa: "Why don't you quit this job, I want to support you."

Han Haodong was like listening to a joke: "Are you kidding? Didn't I tell you that I would not give up being an actor?"

Zheng Bonian sighed, with a deep tone: "I can't persuade you, can I? You are young now, and you always ignore your body..."

"Stop," Han Haodong kicked Zheng Bonian's thigh: "I don't want to hear you talking about big things, uncle."

Before Zheng Bonian could catch the restless foot, Han Haodong had already picked up the cell phone that kept ringing.

"Hey, Dad." Han Haodong lazily nestled there: "I'm fine, didn't I tell you not to believe anything the media said, it's not allowed."

Han Haodong, who was answering the phone against the light, cast projections on his long eyelashes, one by one, Zheng Bonian was fascinated by it, and couldn't help reaching out and grabbing Han Haodong's waist.

Han Haodong suddenly looked serious, then nodded: "Okay, I see, then I will go back tomorrow."

Zheng Bonian was attracted by this sentence and asked, "What's the matter, where are you going back?"

Han Haodong twirled the phone in one hand, raised it up and scratched his hair with the other to look over: "My grandfather left yesterday, happy and mournful."

Zheng Bonian nodded slowly after hearing this: "I will accompany you."

Han Haodong smiled: "You are everywhere."

Zheng Bonian moved over and smiled and pressed Han Haodong's left chest with his index finger: "I don't want to be anywhere, I just want to be here."

After speaking, he quickly took off the five-star mark on the collar of the clothes.

Han Haodong frowned: "Don't pull off the crew's clothes."

"If you can buckle it back, why are you nervous?"

"Stop the ink, and play with me."

"What am I playing?"

The corner of Han Haodong's mouth raised, and he turned around and threw a script over: "Traitor."

Zheng Bonian had black lines on his face.