Feng Mang

Just as he was thinking, Han Dong asked again with the corner of his mouth.

"What the hell happened to my leg?"

Wang Zhongding kept his face sullen and didn't say a word.

Han Dong suddenly remembered and slapped his forehead.

"Damn, why did I fall asleep? It must have gone out, it must have gone out..."

While talking, he stroked his leg distressedly, with a shameful expression on his face.

"I still can't keep the two of you~"

There were dozens of cold eyes from Wang Zhongding.

Han Dong asked shyly, "Didn't you stop him for me?"

Wang Zhongding seemed to change his tone.

"As long as you do that kind of immoral thing, I will help you stop it? It's not bad if I don't screw you together."

Han Dong was so downcast that he raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

It took Wang Zhongding a long time to ask, "Does it still hurt?"

Han Dong replied with an expression that I don't want to say that I hurt, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Sure enough, Wang Zhongding's distress doubled, and his tone softened several times.

"Come here, let me see."

Han Dong obediently lay down.

Wang Zhongding looked at the spots on his legs, and was scolding Xia Hongwei in his heart, when he suddenly heard Han Dong laughing.

"Hahaha...I think of a good thing."

Wang Zhongding knew that nothing good would happen, but he still asked hesitantly, "What's the matter?"

"Is my leg eligible for insurance? Is it? Is it..."

Wang Zhongding replied coldly: "Not necessarily, the injury level is not high enough."

"How high can I report it?"

"Tell me how much you want to report first." Wang Zhongding asked back.

Han Dong thought for a while and said, "It must be at least 1000 million, otherwise the insurance would be for nothing?"

Wang Zhongding nodded: "No problem, I can help you complete this task."

"Eh? How did you finish it?" Han Dong was curious.

Wang Zhongding stretched out his hand.

By the time Han Dong realized it was too late, a pair of sharp claws had already landed on his legs, and wrote a strong stroke on the basis of the original imprint.

"what--"

The next day, Han Dong and the crew took a day off to rest their legs.

At noon, Wang Zhongding was busy outside, so Han Dong went to the restaurant below to order a meal for him.

"Master, don't put chicken powder, Wang Zhongding doesn't eat chicken powder, you use broth to make it for him."

"Wait, the fuel consumption is too much, let's pour it down a little more... yes, this amount is just right."

"The softness of the rice today is good."

"..."

The chef made Han Dong direct so that his forehead was sweating. He thought that if Wang Zhongding didn't come in person, this dish would be easier to stir-fry.Who would have thought that Han Dong, a heartless guy, would have memorized all these cumbersome requirements.

Finally, he walked up with a small lunch box full of affection.

As it turned out, Wang Zhongding had just returned from social engagements outside.

As soon as Han Dong smelled Wang Zhongding's body, he knew that he had eaten, so he quickly took the lunch box out of the table.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhongding said: "I'm not full anyway, and it's okay to eat a little more." In fact, Wang Zhongding eats very principledly. There is a standard for the size of each meal. If it exceeds that standard, no matter how delicious it is There will be no extra meals.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Han Dong was always Wang Zhongding's example.

After dinner, just as Wang Zhongding was about to take a lunch break, Er Lei called.

"President Wang, Han Dong's adoptive parents have been found!"

Wang Zhongding's heart tightened, "Where did you find it?"

"It's on the border between Inner Mongolia and Russia."

The border between Inner Mongolia and Russia... Wang Zhongding pondered for a while, then asked, "Where are they now?"

"Still in Inner Mongolia, I want to send them to Beijing, but the language barrier, it takes a long time to communicate."

Wang Zhongding said, "I don't have enough manpower, so I'll send a few more people over there. Anyway, I must bring them here."

"no problem."

Three days later, Han Dong's adoptive parents really came all the way from Inner Mongolia.

Wang Zhongding didn't tell Han Dong about this at first, fearing that he would think too much.Now that his parents have come, Wang Zhongding must report.

Han Dong's reaction was surprisingly calm.

"Why are they here?"

Wang Zhongding said: "I let them come."

"Why did you ask them to come? They haven't really raised me for a few days, so they have lost their feelings for a long time."

Wang Zhongding said, "I just want to see you."

Han Dong said lightly, "That's fine."

The two went to the reception room together.

Han Dong's adoptive parents were dressed in plain clothes, with rough old faces, and they sat on the sofa with stiff faces.

"Don't be nervous, we just want to chat with you."

Han Dong's adoptive parents nodded, and then said a series of words that Wang Zhongding couldn't understand.

He turned his gaze to Han Dong: "You should just be my translator."

Unexpectedly, Han Dong said loudly, "I don't understand either."

"Don't you understand a sentence?" Wang Zhongding asked.

Han Dong nodded: "I don't understand a word."

Wang Zhongding couldn't help feeling suspicious. It stands to reason that a person who grew up in Inner Mongolia should be able to understand the language of this region!Even if I moved to Beijing later, I wouldn't forget the language of my hometown, right?