Feng Mang Chapter 58

Translator: Polarbearadise
Proofreader: VitaSchaus
Editor: Mosstree
Wang Zhong Ding wanted to push Han Dong away, but how could he possibly push him ah?
Han Dong ascertained that "this nest" had no smell of Chinese toon on it, both of his hands dug into Wang Zhong Ding's waist just like a pincer penetrating half an inch deep. Should he use brute force, he would not only wake up Han Dong, the other two people would also be implicated.
Wang Zhong Ding's big hand grabbed Han Dong's "rabbit tail", he tried to drag his head away from his chest, in the end, he could only tug on the back of the scalp, while Han Dong remained motionless, his head still buried in Wang Zhong Ding's bosom.
Fragrant, really fragrant.
Wang Zhong Ding's shirt emitted a delicate exciting fragrance.
Without any better option, Wang Zhong Ding had no choice but to turn the branch of Chinese toon over and stuck it in his collar, letting the scent rub off on the fabric.
Sure enough, Han Dong's head was no longer rigidly superglued to Wang Zhong Ding's shirt, it began to slowly slide downward…..
Finally, it soft-landed between Wang Zhong Ding's legs.
Eh……The muscles all over Wang Zhong Ding's body tensed up in that split second.
Wang Zhong Ding was stiffly stunned for one brief moment, then let go of the Chinese toon, he slowly picked Han Dong's head up, surrendered to fate and placed it back on his bosom like before. Forget it, just let it stay here.
In a little more than twenty minutes, Han Dong's muscles slowly relaxed, he lay down on the bed again.
Although he didn't like this good, Wang Zhong Ding still covered him up with the blanket.
When Wang Zhong Ding walked out, he found that the light in another room was also turned on. A guy was pacing back and forth inside, his mouth kept mumbling, his facial expression was very lively, he seemed to be rehearsing a scene from Beijing opera.
Wang Zhong Ding didn't disturb him, he closed the door then went out.
Next morning, once Han Dong woke up, he then complained to Zhang Xinghu, "Last night I had a dream, I dreamed about a Chinese toon tree sprouting legs, confronting me, chasing after me ah, I spent half the night fleeing from it."
Zhang Xinghu smiled, "I think you have been eating too much Chinese toon recently, don't say you, I've been smelling this scent for days and feel entirely nauseated."
"Even feeling nauseated, I still have no choice but to continue eating ah!" said Han Dong with a look of despair.
Zhang Xinghu wasn't getting it, "Feeling nauseated and still have to keep eating? Are you using Chinese toon as a means to treat a disease?"
"Not to treat a disease, but to manage a person," Han Dong switched to chatspeak.
Zhang Xinghu was just about to ask for details, then his cell phone received a call, he got an excited look on his face.
"Did you know? There is a director who wants me to audition. Very unexpected! I've never given him my resume, I feel like such a famous director simply couldn't pay attention to a nobody like me."
Han Dong was happy for him, "Someone must have recommended you, work hard ah."
Zhang Xinghu excitedly went to change clothes and left.
Han Dong glanced at the clock and saw it was almost lunchtime, he also hurriedly changed his clothes and went out.
After half an hour, Han Dong and Wang Zhong Ding together entered the elevator again.
The Chinese toon was still that Chinese toon, but Han Dong already couldn’t eat another bite. Fortunately, the elevator got stuck, the lights also went out, so Han Dong only had to pretend he was eating to stink him up.
In the end, Wang Zhong Ding fished a spare light bulb out of nowhere, the elevator was all lit up, bright as day.
Han Dong got dizzy enough to make his face green.
What else could he do? Continue to eat!
Wang Zhong Ding suddenly opened his mouth to ask: "Did your butt get better?"
Han Dong was sick and tired of smelling Chinese toon, to catch a breath, he hurriedly seized this opportunity to speak.
"It got better indeed, but the other day you said a sentence wrong."
Wang Zhong Ding wasn't at all impressed by it, "What sentence?"
"At that time you said you wanted to gather ten thousand yuan, but later I thought about it, 44 yuan a kick, 10,000 yuan divided by 44 yuan would equal 227.272727……simply can't be divided. Aw come on, you are a numberphile and can’t even calculate the exact amount."
Wang Zhong Ding coldly humphed, "The remaining 0.27 were added just in case I gave you a few hard slaps in the face."
"Pu——"
Han Dong immediately lost his composure, should he really add such a ridiculous amount? Ha ha ha ha ha……How could you think up such a lousy idea! Ha ha ha ha ha…..Han Dong hooted with laughter, his facial features especially wrinkled together, he felt inexplicable joy.
Han Dong simply made Wang Zhong Ding smile.
This was the first time Han Dong saw Wang Zhong Ding smile, although it was fleeting, but the visual impact was quite strong. In fact, Wang Zhong Ding's features were superb, this kind of man was very gentle beneath the surface.
Han Dong stared dazedly at Wang Zhong Ding for a good while, only then suddenly recovering his senses.
Aiyo, crap……Why did I suddenly smile at him? Why did I suddenly smile at him? Moreover, a smile so carefree, so sincere, so alluring and seductive, wanton and unrestrained! Wasn't this deliberately charming? I had a hard time making him hate me. Could a single charming smile destroy this hatred? Then all my efforts over the past few days would have been wasted!