MTL - Feng Mang-Chapter 41 Whatever you want ~ Just what ~

Realizing that he couldn't open the can, Han Dong must have stayed here, and Wang Zhongding had no choice but to help.

When Han Dong smells the fragrance, he will grab it.

Wang Zhongding grabbed Han Dong's wrist, "Wait, I'll get a spoon.

As a result, Wang Zhongding just released his hand, and Han Dong, the hungry one, extended the dog's paw into the box.

"Can you wait for a while?" Wang Zhongding scolded angrily.

How can Han Dong wait? As long as Wang Zhongding spreads, he hurries to start.

Last time it happened because I had a spoon on hand and I handed it to him to finish it. This time I went to the kitchen to get it.

In order to avoid seeing the disgusting scene, Wang Zhongding grabbed the can directly and carried it by himself. As a result, Han Dong followed him like a big dog.

Left left, right right, paws dangled Wang Zhongding's arm back and forth, almost spilled the can.

Wang Zhongding had no problem with him, so he could only hold the can in one hand and walk in with one hand.

The kitchen door was a bit narrow, and it was difficult for two men to walk in side by side. Wang Zhongding asked Han Dong to wait at the door.

Wang Zhongding could only go on his own, and then glanced back to ensure that Han Dong would not hit the door frame before calling out: "Come in.

Han Dong came in obediently.

Wang Zhongding again led Han Dong out of the kitchen door, and then inserted the spoon into the can and handed it to him.

Han Dong was walking slowly to the door while eating canned food.

Finally sent away ... Wang Zhongding was relieved and walked towards the desk with his feet raised.

As a result, Wang Zhongding stopped at his desk, and Han Dong also stopped at his desk.

Wang Zhongding looked at the canned food in Han Dong's hands, but he was completely consumed.

Then the irritating scene appeared.

Han Dong found another box of cans from the bag and handed them to Wang Zhongding.

Wang Zhongding waited for a while, resisting the impulse, and took it over again.

Should we go this time? No matter what, Han Dong solved it with three more, and took out a box and handed it to him.

Wang Zhongding turned black for a moment. Lao Tzu stayed here to work, not for you! But for a sleepwalker, what can you do with him? Sleepwalking can be acquitted. What can I blame for eating a can? Wang Zhongding opened 10 boxes at once and ate! I let you eat enough! In this way, Han Dong didn't leave anymore, and sat next to Wang Zhongding to eat.

Wang Zhongding was a squatting dog next to him, and buried himself in his own business.

But "this dog" was unwilling to be lonely, and hummed for something to eat.

Sometimes I pout hard, sometimes I **** out a particularly loud sound, even if I have to rest, I have to tap my teeth with a spoon.

Wang Zhongding suspected that Han Dong was intentional, but every time he looked over, Han Dong had his eyes closed and there was no trace of camouflage.

Wang Zhongding deliberately checked this information. People who sleepwalk are basically with their eyes open or half-closed. Why can this product move freely with its eyes completely closed? If he talks to him, can he pick it up? Wang Zhongding tried to say, "Is it so delicious?" "If there is another pancake, it will be even more delicious!" Han Dong said cheerfully.

Pancakes ... I think it's good to bake you! Wang Zhongding didn't talk back with a calm face.

After a while, Han Dong stretched out the messy canned meat before Wang Zhongding's eyes, successfully disgusted him, and quickly took it back.

After a while, it reached out again, and then quickly withdrew. After a few rounds of back and forth, a spoonful of rotten meat was dug out of the can and shaken, like Wang Zhongding, a deliberate lover.

"Want to eat?" No response.

Han Dong sneered with madness, "Call it brother! I'll let you taste it if you call him brother."

"Wang Zhongding was too lazy to ignore him.

Han Dong was unconscious, and began to bury himself in canned food.

After a while, Wang Zhongding got up to pick up the water, and suddenly found that Han Dong had a piece of sauce on the tip of his nose.

As an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, when Wang Zhongding was about to open his mouth for rubbing, Han Dong put his tongue out.

Few people can lick the tip of the nose, and Han Dong can not only lick it, but also more than enough.

"How? My tongue is long?" Han Dong asked deliberately.

Wang Zhongding looked coldly.

As a result, Han Dong stuck his tongue out again and slowly licked around the corners of his mouth.

Left lap, right lap, clockwise, counter-clockwise ... with a rhythmic recital, "Think ~ how ~~~ lick ~ just ~ how ~~~~~~"