Waiting Upon You

The moment Ling Lang kissed her, he suddenly realized that this was his first on-screen kiss.

It was probably Mr. Mo’s instruction. In the past ten years, he has appeared in extremely limited romance films. The only few kissing scenes were filmed on borrowed seats, so that he didn’t even know whether the kissing scenes were just for show, or You have to stick your tongue out like Feng Hao.

Feng Hao's kiss was just like the character he played, with hot lips and tongue, domineering and powerful, the kiss made Ling Lang's brain almost starved of oxygen.Ling Lang was quickly brought into the role by Feng Hao, he kissed back unwillingly, the two rolled over in an unrestrained embrace, leaving traces of love everywhere on the white sand.

Feng Hao once again took the initiative. He pressed Ling Lang under him. He didn't know if the crew designed the clothes so thin on purpose. Feng Hao easily tore off the other party's clothes.

"Stop!" Ling Lang pushed him away, "This is the only piece of clothing I have, if you tore it up, where should I go to get a new one?"

Feng Hao patted his forehead embarrassingly, "I was negligent, let's start again."

The costume team immediately brought replacement clothes, and the assistant secretly bagged the replaced costumes while no one was paying attention.

"What are you doing with that?" The manager noticed the assistant's sneaky tricks.

"Such commemorative props will definitely sell for a lot of money when they go back and put them on the Internet for auction."

The corner of the manager's mouth twitched, "Then do you want Ling Lang to sign it again?"

"Yeah!" The assistant clapped his hands together, "I also want Feng Hao's signature!"

She happily patted her manager, "Thank you for reminding me!"

"Okay, let's start again from...the kissing scene," the director ordered while watching the replay.

Ling Lang couldn't understand, "Why can't we start from the end of the kiss?"

"Shots like that are incoherent and not good-looking!"

"It can be later..."

"Wo is the director," the director firmly interrupted him, "This is the art of Wo!"

The two rolled together again, this time Feng Hao didn't use rough methods, but gently helped him remove his clothes.

"NONONO! CUTCUTCUT!" The director crossed his arms and waved, "This is too lacking in passion, and it doesn't fit the mood of the people who are dying to have sex!"

"I definitely wouldn't want to do such a thing when I was dying," Ling Lang said coldly.

The director turned to Feng Hao.

"I'm very interested in giving it a try," Feng Hao said with a smile.

"Look at people's ideological consciousness!" The director turned around and taught Ling Lang, "This is the self-cultivation of an excellent actor!"

Ling Lang's face was extremely ugly, Feng Hao shrugged helplessly, "What should I do?"

"You lie down, I'll come."

It was another long and selfless kiss, and when the kiss ended, both of them were panting violently.

Ling Lang sat up from Feng Hao, took off his shirt and threw it aside forcefully, then bent down again to bite each other's lips, the two of them were desperately burning the last passion in their lives, as if they couldn't wait for even a moment.

"Cut—"

"What's wrong!" Ling Lang straightened up and said angrily.

The camera was incoherent in fright, "Yes, yes, yes, a crab, crab, crab, entered, entered the camera, headed."

Feng Hao burst into laughter, and the camera shivered under Ling Lang's cold gaze.

The two of them repeated this passage many times, and each time they were NG for some weird reasons. The most bizarre one was when the assistant director suddenly yelled—someone pulled bird shit on my head, so the whole passage was repeated. Come.

Being stopped again, Ling Lang almost even wanted to kill someone.

The director looked at the sky, "Let's stop here today, and continue tomorrow."

Ling Lang was puzzled, "It's only noon."

"Yes, but the sun has changed its position. When the mudmen are standing, their shadows are in the west, and when they fall down, their shadows are in the east? This is unscientific."

"How is it possible for the audience to notice so much?"

"Women must be rigorous in making movies."

"Strictly, we shouldn't be filming this part now."

"In the rigorous environment, we still have to sublimate."

"For sublimation, don't care where the sun is!"

"Hush—" The director put his index finger to his mouth, then closed his eyes, opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, "This is the art of nesting."

Ling Lang sat on the sidelines with a sullen face, when someone approached him quietly from behind, and quickly kissed him on the face.

Ling Lang was shocked. He scanned the surroundings nervously, making sure that everyone was busy and no one was paying attention, so he whispered, "Are you crazy? People will see."

Feng Hao went around and squatted down next to him, "Senior was so nervous at first that someone would find out, and it wasn't about me stealing a kiss from you?"

His words caused an unnatural expression to flash across Ling Lang's face. If Feng Hao hadn't reminded him, Ling Lang wouldn't have realized his true thoughts at all.

Feng Hao giggled, "It seems like we are having an affair."

Ling Lang didn't say a word, Feng Hao secretly held down his hand in an inconspicuous place, Ling Lang broke free, Feng Hao held it again, this time Ling Lang couldn't pull his hand out twice, let him grab it obediently I can't move.

"Senior, your mood is very unstable today, what happened?"

Ling Lang avoided his gaze and turned to look at the sea.

"Many actors will join the film, which is normal, so many on-screen couples who have finished filming romantic films will get together," Feng Hao said with an attitude like an expert in this field, "but this kind of love may not last long, because they just will I confused myself with the characters in the play."

Feng Hao held his hand tightly again, "I know that the senior has always been a person who is very devoted to acting, but I believe that the senior will not deal with it so hastily in terms of feelings. Being in the play is a good excuse, but are you sure? Are you going to lie to yourself like this?"

Ling Lang closed his eyes, Feng Hao always seemed to have mind reading skills in front of him, he seemed to be someone who had known him for many years, and even the deepest secrets in his heart could not escape his eyes.

He admitted that the scene in the play just now caused him to have extraordinary feelings, and he also tried to convince himself by entering the play that it was just the character's feelings, not that he himself had thoughts about Feng Hao.

But in the blink of an eye, Feng Hao shattered this illusion, so that everything he didn't dare to face, his true emotions, his special inclinations, were laid naked on the beach, allowing the noon sun to shine vertically.

A crab passed by, and neither of the two people noticed anything abnormal. A few hundred meters away, the paparazzi who was observing the situation with a telescope pressed the remote control, and the pinhole camera bound to the crab began to work.

Installing cameras on animals has been widely used by biological researchers and animal photographers. It can be applied to the field of celebrity candid paparazzi or unprecedented No.1, but this kind of shooting is more like gambling, and obviously the paparazzi is lucky.

The phone on the editor-in-chief's desk rang that afternoon. It was an overseas call from the paparazzi.

"Leave me the front page for tomorrow," he said with the phone between his fingers, flipping through today's results one by one, the raised corner of his mouth represented his good mood at the moment.

The editor's eyes lit up immediately, "Did you catch a big fish?"

"Fresh and plump," the paparazzi laughed. "Tonight, my colleagues probably have to work overtime."

The printing volume of the newspaper doubled, but it was still sold out early in the morning. It was as if a blockbuster had been dropped on the land, and it soon spread to the island. The newspaper was sent by fax. The moment he saw the headline before, the manager almost died of myocardial infarction.

He didn't even bother to knock on Ling Lang's door, so he went straight to 1606. When Feng Hao opened the door, Ling Lang just came out of the bathroom, and the manager was blinded by the two people's attitude of living together.

"You...you...you...you are so insane!" The manager slapped the faxed newspaper on Feng Hao, "Look at it, you will say that sooner or later you will catch fire!"

Feng Hao looked down, and saw the eye-catching headline on the front page—Actor Ling Lang's shocking love affair was exposed, and the picture below was a snapshot of Feng Hao's sneak kiss at the beach, as if he was posing in front of his eyes.

Feng Hao compared them in surprise, "This seat..."

Ling Lang also walked over to him to have a look, "It can only be on the ground."

"Buried in the sand? That's not realistic."

The manager couldn't take it anymore, "Can you two stop discussing technical issues now? I warned you not to be careless. For ten years Ling Lang..."

Feng Hao turned to Ling Lang and said, "Senior, what do you think?"

The manager was angry, "You can't let me finish my sentence just once!"

Ling Lang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, but said nothing, but the manager exaggeratedly coughed twice.

"Looks like this time it's uncooked and cooked rice," Feng Hao said with a helpless expression.

"Hey! I'm still here!"

"Why don't you take this opportunity to make public the relationship between me and my senior," Feng Hao said sincerely.

"Don't ignore my existence!!"

The agent's cell phone rang, and he picked it up angrily.

"That's all nonsense from the media."

"I don't admit that there is such a thing!"

"What? Come over?"

He glared at Ling Lang with your good-looking eyes, "Okay, okay, I understand."

"The company has sent people over, and they will arrive tomorrow," he hung up the phone, "You two still have a whole day to discuss how this matter will be resolved!"

Now that Ling Lang is a veritable artist under Ye's Entertainment, the company's senior management attaches great importance to this matter and sent a manager to personally investigate the matter.

The manager and secretary, Feng Hao and Ling Lang, and the brokers of both parties sat down to discuss the next strategy.

The original newspaper was placed in front of the manager, "The photos taken this time are too clear and there are a lot of evidence. I am afraid it will be difficult to overthrow it."

"Why can't it be overturned?" Ling Lang's manager was the most excited. "Like this one, it can be said that it is just the shooting angle that caused ambiguity. The label on the clothes can be inferred to be the hotel's mistake. This one, this one," he said with Repeatedly poking the photo of the stealthy kiss on the front page, "This one can be interpreted as whispering!"

"Impossible." The secretary showed him the next photo of the same scene. "Here, the hands are all clasped together, and the red circle is added to enlarge it. You don't need to hold hands when you whisper."

The manager immediately turned his head to look at Feng Hao with murderous eyes, Feng Hao shrugged innocently.

"Nowadays society is relatively open, and artists who boldly admit their sexuality may not necessarily be discriminated against, and may attract more gay groups and young female fans," the secretary suggested.

"No!" The agent rebuffed straight away, "It doesn't matter to Feng Hao of course, his fan base is not big, and most of them are young girls, so it's beneficial to him to stir up such scandals. .”

"But what about Ling Lang? Most of the regular fans Ling Lang has accumulated over the years are older adults with some conservative views. His image in the circle has always been a clean and clean model. If he comes out publicly, These fans will definitely turn black!"

"Ling Lang will definitely lose a certain number of fans, but at the same time, he will also gain a large number of new fans. The number won may not be less than the number lost," the secretary retorted him.

"But old fans only care about his acting skills, new fans only care about his gossip, those are not true fans at all!" The manager danced excitedly, "They don't have any loyalty at all, if one day they If they fall out, these fans will step on them harder than anyone else!"

The secretary looked at the manager, and the manager cleared his throat, "Your analysis is very reasonable, but the current situation is difficult for the company. Our internal opinion is to let the two choose to acquiesce temporarily. This news is a double-edged sword. , as it stands, is really a good publicity stunt for the upcoming film."

The manager had nothing to say, so he pushed Feng Hao's manager, wanting him to come out and say a few words, but Feng Hao's manager was just a decoration, he usually listened to Feng Hao's everything, at this critical moment It is even more impossible to overstep the bounds.

"I, I don't have any opinions, I'll listen to Feng Hao," he tremblingly threw the decision to Feng Hao.

Feng Hao, who had been silent all this time, spoke, and the first thing he said was to Ling Lang's manager, "I understand your concerns, frankly speaking, what you are worried about is also the reason why I have been hesitant all this time, it's just that I Disagree with the assumption that you'll have a falling out one day, because that assumption can't be true."

He cast his eyes on Ling Lang, "The reason why I don't make it public is because I care about my senior's thoughts."

"As long as the senior disagrees, even if everyone insists that I am lying, I will deny it to the end."

"But as long as my senior says a word, I can also hold a press conference in the next second to express my heart in front of people all over the world."

As soon as Feng Hao's words came out, the audience fell silent, and everyone looked at Ling Lang in unison, waiting patiently for the last person's opinion.

After a period of silence, Ling Lang said calmly, "I have no objection."