Waiting Upon You

After hearing Ling Lang's decision, everyone had different expressions on their faces. Feng Hao was delighted, the manager was happy, the secretary's eyes lit up, Feng Hao's manager was surprised, and Ling Lang's manager was unbelievable. .

"Okay, that's the decision," the manager made a decision before the manager said anything, "As for the relationship between the two, we will handle it this way."

"Externally, we will not deny, clarify, respond, or make public. When the media asks questions, we will play around the corner. When necessary, we will give the paparazzi some sweets. Before and after the film is released, we must play more ambiguous cards to satisfy the public's appetite."

"There shouldn't be too much intimate contact between the two of you on the surface, but you should create the illusion of intimate relationship in private...Although I don't know if it's an illusion."

"When you are interviewed, you can pretend to reveal the privacy of the other party unintentionally. Of course, it must be benign. In terms of schedule, you can put more smoke bombs. On platforms where young people are more active, such as Weibo, you can Appropriately sell rot."

The manager's series of careful plans made Ling Lang suspect that the company had plans long ago, and never thought of consulting his opinion at all.

"I don't have Weibo," he said.

"You have, fans are in eight figures, although two-thirds are zombies," the manager said angrily, "Your idiot assistant has been imitating your tone to help you take care of it."

"Does his account follow anyone?" the manager asked.

"Not one of them," the secretary replied on behalf of the manager, "It looks like something Ling Lang can do, and I'm also concerned about it. She's really good at cosplaying."

"It's just right, let her go back and follow Feng Hao's account."

Feng Hao smiled, "Senior, I'm going to be the only person you pay attention to."

Ling Lang was expressionless, "Congratulations, you have gained another zombie fan."

The manager confessed to Ling Lang worriedly, "It is not convenient for the company to interfere with the private life of an artist. You were outside the system before, and you have always been a maverick. You are used to being free to do whatever you want. But this matter affects you. Your acting career has a lot to do with it, I hope you can treat it rationally and don't act rashly, please discuss with the company before making any decisions."

He turned to Feng Hao again, "Although you are not an artist under Ye's banner, you are tied to Ling Lang in this matter, so I hope you can obey the company's arrangement."

The manager put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and said decisively, "Finally, the most important point in this public relations incident, and the point that must never go wrong, is that you two, who, both, can't, can't, out, Track, before finding a suitable reason, I will be firm, decisive, no, able, split, and hand!"

Undress, kiss, touch, hug, all in one go.

The two people bit and gnawed at each other, wishing they could tear each other apart.

Every expression is vivid and every action is full of passion.

It's not so much a hot sex as it is a naked war.

The director slapped his thigh hard to get this feeling, this is the art that Wo pursues!

The staff present were moved by them. From the performance of the two, they could not see any vulgarity or obscenity. Every kiss was sacred and awe-inspiring.

It is the fiery flame burning at the end of life, the true emotion that can only be understood after life and death, the endless despair that sweeps after hope, and the light of hope that bursts out of despair.

There has never been a part of the filming process that moved them so much, and there has never been a pair of actors whose acting skills made them so admired. The moment the director called PASS, everyone couldn't help applauding, bravo The admiration came one after another.

"Senior, your acting skills are really amazing, you have brought me into the drama completely," Feng Hao said with emotion, "I really wish I could have sex with you right now."

"Can you stop immediately following a serious sentence with a flirty sentence?" Ling Lang often felt that his posture switching was too skillful, with almost no gaps.

Feng Hao laughed, "Is it okay to immediately follow the teasing words with a serious word?"

He leaned closer, "Senior, your expression during sex is so sexy, I really want to fuck you just now." He returned to a normal distance, "Can we live together after returning to China?"

Ling Lang was taken aback, "Is the latter sentence serious?"

"It's serious."

Ling Lang looked at him seriously for a while, "I will seriously consider it."

Feng Hao happily followed Ling Lang, "Living with me has many advantages, my cooking is delicious."

"I can cook myself."

"I can also do all the housework."

"I also really enjoy cleaning."

"You don't have to do any work in my house."

"I don't want to be a rice bug."

"I don't want you to be a rice bug, I want you to be my pet."

Ling Lang stopped.

"I'm serious," Feng Hao added, "This sentence is serious."

"Can I trust you?"

Under the camera, Ling Lang's face was pale, his eyes were slack, and he was walking on the verge of death.

"Of course." Feng Hao was lying beside him, not much better than him, but still holding on, "As long as I have one breath, I will definitely be able to bring you back to land alive."

He firmly grasped his hand, "I can do it this time."

"Heh," Ling Lang chuckled and closed his eyes, "Do you regret it?"

Feng Hao shook his head slowly, "In my whole life, I never knew what regret is."

"Feng Lang Feng Lang! Riding the wind and breaking the waves!"

As soon as the group got off the plane, they were surrounded by three layers of fans at the airport. Each of them held the same slogan in their hands, and some held a group photo of Ling Lang and Feng Hao, including newspapers. The one on the front page.

"Who came up with a bad slogan, and rides the wind and waves," the manager wanted to complain when he was in a bad mood, "I think it's not bad to make waves."

Feng Hao was already smiling at the fans, but after hearing his words, the smile on the corners of his mouth deepened, and his eyes curled up.

Ling Lang walked at the end of the line, as always, with a deadpan face and fixed eyes, as if the people around him didn't exist at all.

Seeing two people approaching one after the other, the fans screamed crazily, and the screams almost lifted the roof of the airport.

"It cannot be denied that there are many more fans who came to pick up the plane this time than before," the assistant reminded the manager.

"So what," the manager was still upset, "It's just for Ling Lang's gossip. Ling Lang is not an artist who needs to be hyped with gossip. Such a Ling Lang is not the Ling Lang I want to cultivate at all."

"Huh? Are you playing a star development game?" the assistant asked in surprise.

"What do you know," the manager snorted displeasedly, "Wait, what are you posting?"

"The address of my online shop." The assistant smiled and handed another card to the fans, "Welcome to the shop to have a look. It is now auctioning Ling Lang's costume that was torn by Feng Hao, and there are two handwritten pictures on it." Sign it dear."

Fanatical fans chased Feng Hao and Ling Lang until they got into the car and refused to let it go. They kept chasing the car, trying to take more pictures of the interaction between the two.

It can be seen that the company attaches great importance to this matter, and the car usually assigned to Ling Lang has been replaced with an extended model, just to accommodate Feng Hao, hinting at fans all the time that the two are good enough to travel in and out of the same car.

The manager poked his head from the co-pilot again, "Ling Lang, go home and clean up, I'll find you a hotel to stay in first."

Ling Lang was puzzled, "Why do you want to stay in a hotel?"

"This..." The manager looked unnaturally at Feng Hao at the side.

Ling Lang also glanced at the people around him, "It's okay, just tell me."

The agent carefully considered his words, "Your... rent contract expires, and the landlord wants you... to move out first. If you feel wronged, stay in a hotel for a few days, and I will show you the house tomorrow."

The manager's words were as false as the Arabian Nights. How could a person like Ling Lang rent a house and even be kicked out by the landlord? But Feng Hao looked normal after hearing all this, and didn't raise any doubts .

Ling Lang frowned. His residence was provided by Mr. Mo. Although he had made a lot of money over the years, he didn't have a real estate under his name, and he never thought that the other party would take the house back one day.

"I see, I'll go back and clean up and move out," he replied calmly.

"Staying in a hotel is very inconvenient and uncomfortable, and you may be followed by paparazzi," Feng Hao interjected, "Why don't you stay with me first, anyway, my house is big and safe."

As soon as he finished speaking, the agent immediately killed him with eye waves. What's the use of the house?Don't you two live in one room?Is it safe?You are the most dangerous in the whole world!

He tried to manipulate Ling Lang again with his mind: reject, reject, reject, reject!

Ling Lang lowered his eyelids, he didn't say he accepted, but he didn't refuse either. The manager who was familiar with him knew that this was his acquiescence.

Fuck!The manager turned his head angrily, so as not to die, he saw Feng Hao secretly kissing Ling Lang again in the rearview mirror.

He finally exploded, "You two restrain me a little!"

Feng Hao became the third person to enter Ling Lang's home after his manager, but he consciously stayed in the living room and did not enter Ling Lang's bedroom without authorization.

Ling Lang went into the house silently to pack his luggage. He had lived here for ten years, and the things he had to take away still couldn't fill a single suitcase.

Other celebrities have endorsements, and the manufacturers provide endless clothes, but Ling Lang always has a few sets. From this point of view, he really doesn't look like an actor, or even an entertainer.

He packed his things, looked around for a week, and finally took out the safe next to the bed and put it together with the suitcase.

After finishing all this, he walked to the next room. The sunflowers on the shelf had long withered, and the LCD screen on the wall was still pitch black.

Ling Lang came to his familiar place and knelt down.

"Mr. Mo, this is probably the last time I will see you."

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many years. My only regret is that I can't thank you in person."

He was silent for a moment.

"You told me not to like anyone within ten years, and I did it."

"Now you say I can do it, but I don't know what it's like to like someone."

He lowered his head, "Even so, I still want to try it, I..."

"I didn't know you still had the habit of praying in front of the TV," a voice interjected.

Ling Lang stood up in shock, turned around and glared, "Who let you in?"

Feng Hao didn't answer, but quietly walked behind him, and looked up at the LCD screen not far away.

Ling Lang also turned his head away, staring intently at the same place.

Feeling the pressure on his shoulders, Ling Lang knelt down without any resistance.

Feng Hao bent down and hugged him, but his eyes never left that place from the beginning to the end.

"Have you been looking up at the person on the other side of the screen from this angle all this time?" His mantra-like voice rang in Ling Lang's ear again.

"I'm curious, who is that person?"

Ling Lang's face was full of pious peace.

"Whoever he is, he seems to have abandoned you."

Feng Hao's hand slipped in along Ling Lang's neckline, and finally rested on his left chest.

"Faith suddenly disappeared, your place must be empty."

Ling Lang closed his eyes.

Feng Hao tightened his arms, "Can I fill in?"