Feng Mang

The day before his departure, Wang Zhongding packed his things at home.

Xixi ran around to help him. After working for two hours, she panted and asked Wang Zhongding, "Dad, why don't you clean up Uncle Braid?"

"He's drinking with friends outside." Wang Zhongding said, pushing a storage box with a dial embedded in it to Xixi, "Come on, put everything here."

After packing everything up, Han Dong still hasn't come back.

Wang Zhongding called Xiaoliang.

"Why don't you come back?"

Xiao Liang said, "I can't pull him at all. If I pull him, he sits on the ground."

As soon as Wang Zhongding heard it, he knew that this guy had drunk too much again.

"Give him your phone."

After a while, Han Dong's drunken voice came from the phone.

"Wang Zhongding, don't pretend to be awesome, you... yours is not as big as him..."

Wang Zhongding's eyes showed suspicion, "No one's bigger?"

"My benefactor's husband, that guy, is like a ballista, he can punch a hole in the wall by urinating..."

Wang Zhongding's face turned green in an instant.

He seemed to... understood.

"That pectoral muscle, that size, that domineering body, that's awesome, ho ho ho..."

Wang Zhongding put down his phone and said to Xixi, "Let's go out with Dad."

"Why go?" Xixi was curious.

Wang Zhongding gritted his teeth and said, "Tie that bastard back."

"Wait." Xixi turned and ran into the house, and after a while, a stick was brought out, "Dad, here it is."

Wang Zhongding picked up Xixi, "Good son."

Two or 10 minutes later, the car stopped in front of a bar in Sanlitun.

Wang Zhongding got out of the car, hugged Xixi with one hand, and walked in with no expression on his face.Behind him were a dozen or so bodyguards with stern faces, who were not so eye-catching.

Han Dong was still chatting with others in the box.

"Actor, I've always been curious, how did you manage to handle Mr. Wang?"

Han Dongyang smiled, "To deal with this kind of person, you have to do the opposite."

"Do the opposite?"

"Yes, the more he refuses to let you do something, the more you can do it. Everyone follows him, but I want to fight against him."

"How do you usually fight him?"

Han Dong put down his wine glass with a snap.

"Let's take drinking as an example. He requires no more than six taels of white, and no more than four bars of beer. What if I exceed it? Today, I not only want to drink to my heart's content, but also dance to cheer everyone up... ..."

As soon as Han Dong's beautiful buttocks twisted twice, he turned the door open.

A cold wind blew in.

Everyone looked at the door in unison.

Mr. Wang was holding a child who looked similar to Han Dong, waiting for his prodigal daughter-in-law with a gloomy expression.

This scene made everyone's hearts tremble and cute.

Soon, Han Dong was dragged out by Wang Zhongding's neck.

Han Dong snorted without fear of death: "Big Ballista, hahahahaha..."

"Calm down!" Wang Zhongding roared angrily.

Xixi also waved the small stick and pumped his buttocks, "Stop it, stop it..."

The father and son finally carried this shameful thing back.

After arriving home, Wang Zhongding kicked Han Dong into the bathroom first.

Han Dong usually made two mistakes.This drunk is even less like a normal person.

The family has been using handmade soap recently, and Wang Zhongding had already put it away for Han Dong, and Han Dong took another piece out of the drawer while he was not paying attention.

Then he walked up to Wang Zhongding with his hands behind his back, and asked nervously, "Guess what is in my hand?"

Wang Zhongding responded coldly.

Han Dong raised his hand in front of him in a swish, "New one, I'm using a new one, hahahahaha..."

Wang Zhongding lost his composure for a moment, because he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he can't see the new ones being unpacked until the old ones are used up.

"Put it back!" Angrily scolded.

Not only did Han Dong not put it back, but he also got annoyingly high, "I use a new one, I use a new one, I use a new one..."

Wang Zhongding just wanted to step forward to kick Han Dong, but Han Dong's handmade soap fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, but Wang Zhongding didn't kick it.

After picking it up, Han Dong continued to be high, "I use a new one, I use a new one, I use..."

After a while, the handmade soap went out again and slipped to the ground.

Wang Zhongding was furious, "What kind of a square piece of handmade soap did you break?"

Han Dong bent down to pick it up again.

After picking it up and still making trouble, after making trouble and picking it up again, after repeating it several times, Wang Zhongding no longer complained.

Han Dong fell asleep on the bed after taking a shower.

Wang Zhongding went to the balcony on the roof to smoke a cigarette alone, and his mind was full of the phrase "Your one is not as big as his."

Normally, Wang Zhongding would come here to sit for a while when he was upset.It's not because the air here is fresh, but because the location is hidden, it usually takes a lot of effort for Han Dong to find him.

Every time he saw Han Dong's anxious figure scurrying around, no matter how angry Wang Zhongding was, he disappeared.

"Han Xiazi, what about this?" Wang Zhongding called coldly.

Han Dong rushed up enthusiastically.

Back on the big bed in the bedroom, Han Dong clings to it like a bum again.

"Zhongzhong wah, Zhongzhong wah, Zhongzhong wah..."

Wang Zhongding grabbed his hand that was trying to reach out to his crotch, and said coldly: "Don't you think I'm no one's big?"

Blind Han smiled wretchedly, "What kind of key goes with what kind of lock? Mine is so tight that it doesn't fit with such a big one, right?"

"You smelly and shameless." Wang Zhongding finally had a smile on his lips.

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