Waiting Upon You

"It's been a long wait," Feng Hao finally finished cleaning the last room, Ling Lang quickly straightened up, and took the initiative to rub his head under the opponent's hand.

"The two of us really look like artists who have been hidden by the brokerage company," Feng Hao jokingly said, "Other artists are running outside to make announcements and are too busy, but we are wasting our time here."

Ling Lang didn't quite agree with the idea of ​​wasting time, but he didn't open his mouth to refute.

The doorbell rang, and it was the delivery boy who arrived. The manager refused to accept it, but in the end he delivered the delivery honestly.

Feng Hao signed for Ling Lang, and when he opened the envelope, he was delighted to see it, "Sure enough, you can't speak too early. It seems that your ban will be canceled in advance."

What the agent sent was neither a contract nor a script, but an invitation card, dark red, hot stamped with gold rim.

The invitation invited Ling Lang to attend the annual charity gala. The earliest founder of this charity foundation was Mr. Mo, so Ling Lang would attend every year.

"Go?" Feng Hao asked him.

Ling Lang hummed, "Go."

"Then I'll prepare clothes for you."

"I can do it myself..." Halfway through his words, he stopped talking when he realized his identity.

But on the day of the party, Ling Lang began to regret why he didn't insist on his own opinion at that time.

"Do I have to wear this?" He looked helplessly at the black thong that Feng Hao had prepared for him. The designer probably advocated conservation and environmental protection, and the fabric was as little as possible.

"If you don't like it, you can also wear the red one next to it," Feng Hao said generously.

Ling Lang looked at the red one, the material has increased, but there is a hole in the back, it is not as good as the black one.

"Can't these be kept at home to wear?" Ling Lang wanted to negotiate again.

"You don't need to wear any clothes at home, although I haven't asked you to do so for now," Feng Hao resolutely refused him.

Ling Lang failed to negotiate, so he had no choice but to put on a thong inside and a suit on the outside.

Feng Hao tied a tie for him, "The exterior is ascetic and the interior is sensuality, there is nothing more suitable for you than the combination of these two."

He put his hand into the seam of the opponent's trousers maliciously, and lifted the narrow belt around Ling Lang's waist. The thong that was embedded in the seam of the buttocks tightened even more, and a blush quickly flashed across Ling Lang's face.

"Okay," Feng Hao helped him tidy up, "The car is already waiting outside, let's go."

"Us?" Ling Lang only belatedly realized that the other party was also wearing a formal suit.

"That's right," Feng Hao took out an invitation card from his inner pocket, "We."

After returning from the island, Ling Lang hadn't appeared in front of the public. The media knew that he would definitely attend this charity gala. At this moment, they were all blocking the entrance of the venue, waiting to grab first-hand information.

"You two don't get out of the car at the same time," the manager ordered, "Ling Lang will go first, Feng Hao will go in after a while."

"I agree," Feng Hao echoed, "Getting off the car at the same time is too much hype, and it seems to be a cover-up."

"You want to hide your size! Why don't you just hold hands and walk down the red carpet!" the manager roared.

"This proposal also sounds good," Feng Hao turned his head, "Which one do you think is better?"

Ling Lang answered him directly with actions. He got out of the car first and closed the door behind him.

"Ling Lang is here!" A sharp-eyed reporter was the first to see him, and shouted excitedly, only to be trampled down by reporters and photographers swarming up behind him.

"May I ask Ling Lang, is your relationship with Feng Hao real? When did you start?"

"The new film advertised you as the lead actor but you never appeared once. Is it true that you were banned by the brokerage company as the rumors say?"

"You haven't explicitly denied your relationship. Does that mean you have tacitly agreed? Have you ever considered coming out publicly?"

The reporter's questions were intertwined, but Ling Lang, as always, did not make any response, and walked straight into the venue under the guidance of the guards and managers.

"An insider broke the news that the two of you have started cohabiting. May I ask if this is true?" A voice stood out from the chaos. All the reporters seemed to have discovered a new world when they heard it, and the focus immediately pointed to the rumors of cohabitation.

"Are you two really living together?"

"Did you live in his house or did he live in your house?"

"Please answer directly!"

Ling Lang's footsteps stopped suddenly. Everyone thought he was finally going to make a public statement, but he stared at the first reporter who raised the issue of cohabitation, and said coldly, "No comment."

The agent also delivered an important speech: "Please don't talk nonsense without evidence. We reserve the right to legal proceedings for false reports."

"Why are you so sensitive when it comes to the topic of cohabitation? Is the insider's revelation true?" Reporters shifted their targets to agents.

"There is such an insider, please come and confront me," the agent said calmly, "otherwise, don't wantonly spread rumors behind your back."

He stopped the reporters who kept pushing up in front of him, "Please step aside!"

Ling Lang followed behind him with a stern expression, looking forward, not paying attention to anyone at all.

Every time he took a step, the thin straps rubbed against his thighs, and he wished he could get to the seat immediately, but the reporters surrounded his path, dragging the apparently short distance to a long distance. long.

The organizer had to send an extra team of security guards, and finally managed to send Ling Lang into the venue. The reporters were unwilling to give up like this, so they had to surround the manager with three floors and bombard him indiscriminately.

"Feng Hao is here!" The sharp-eyed reporter shouted again, and everyone quickly turned around and stepped on him to rush to Feng Hao's side, liberating the hapless manager.

The reporter repeated the question asked Ling Lang just now, except for the subject. Feng Hao seemed much friendlier than Ling Lang, and he behaved politely no matter what private questions he was asked.

"Thank you for your concern about my private life," Feng Hao said with a smile on his lips, "But tonight's theme is a charity gala, I hope everyone can focus more on charity."

How could the entertainment journalists let him go so easily, they were scrambling to ask questions like a cannonball, but no matter how sharp the questions were, Feng Hao took the lead.

"Are you two a couple?"

"We are a pair of partners who cooperate with each other tacitly on the screen."

"Are you two living together?"

"We live on the same planet, so please care for the environment."

"Are you straight?"

"How do you know I'm an upright person?"

It wasn't until Feng Hao entered the venue that the reporter realized that although he seemed to have answered a lot of questions, in summary, he was no different from Ling Lang's "no comment".

Ling Lang was led to his seat by the etiquette. Many celebrities and business elites attended the party. There were not many celebrities with his status, and they were all highly respected seniors in the circle.

Ling Lang had always been the least experienced guest among the invited guests, so when he knew that Feng Hao had also received the invitation letter, he was quite surprised.

The party started on time, and the host came to the stage to read the speech, "30 years ago, Mr. Mo founded the Mo's Charity Foundation with the purpose of helping out-of-school children return to school, providing nutritious lunches for poor children, and helping minors with serious illnesses. In the past 30 years... "

Ling Lang had heard the same words many times. He listened absent-mindedly to the report, and switched his left leg to his right. The uneasiness from some private place always reminded him of the fact hidden under his suit pants.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Ling Lang felt a scorching gaze coming from not far behind, and when he looked back, he met Feng Hao's gaze.

Seeing that Ling Lang noticed him, Feng Hao licked the corners of his mouth at him again, but this smile was not the kind of gentle and doting smile at home, and only Ling Lang could understand the teasing meaning in it.

Ling Lang quickly turned his head back, but the feeling of being stared at was firmly locked in his heart like a demon, as if the other party was looking at him with ulterior motives all the time.

As soon as he thought of this, the feeling from his lower body became even stronger, and all his attention was shifted to below his waist. He didn't listen to a single word of what the people on the stage were saying.

Ling Lang had no choice but to leave the venue with an excuse, and walked quickly to the bathroom, but one hand suddenly pressed against the door frame of the bathroom, and then Feng Hao followed in, and locked the door casually.

Ling Lang was taken aback by his bold move, "How dare you just follow here?"

"There's no one behind," Feng Hao winked at him slyly, "I'll monitor whether you loosen the strap on purpose."

Feng Hao's words punctured the purpose, Ling Lang was a little embarrassed.

Feng Hao unbuttoned his belt, reached in and squeezed Ling Lang's buttocks twice, then walked to the front to deliberately tease him, Ling Lang knew that there must have been a change in his place.

"Keep like this, don't use your brains." Feng Hao completed a series of obscene movements, and then calmly arranged for Ling Lang, "You know, when I look at you from behind, I seem to be able to see through it. What you look like inside."

He kissed Ling Lang on the cheek, and added, "It's so charming."

Feng Hao came and went quickly, but Ling Lang's lust didn't fade away so easily, he had to stay inside for a while, until the urge to be teased by the other party subsided before he dared to go out.

Ling Lang didn't understand why the other party came out of nowhere for no reason at first, but he soon understood that the next time, he had a harder time than before, and Feng Hao's words were like a hypnotic spell, which made him feel the fullness of his lower body all the time. The illusion of exposure to the public.

He had to clamp his legs tightly, trying to relieve this embarrassment, his gluteal muscles were tense involuntarily, and the ever-present sense of rape from behind made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Hearing his name appear in the mouth of the host in a trance, Ling Lang's heart stopped suddenly for half a beat. He collected his emotions as quickly as possible, and walked to the stage with steady steps.

Every year, the manager will help him take care of the donations for the foundation. The hostesses will bring up the check, and Ling Lang and her will hold each other, showing an impeccable and perfect expression to the front camera.

He saw Feng Hao in the crowd at a glance. Feng Hao smiled and mouthed to him. With such a distance and light, it was impossible for Ling Lang to see clearly, but he knew exactly what the other party was talking about.

True, Fantastic, Human.

Ling Lang turned one hand behind his back, and ruthlessly dug his nails into his flesh, trying to divert some attention from the pain. He tried his best to resist the instinct of his body, and the camouflage mask he had built for a long time concealed his expression perfectly. .

Every second he spent on the stage passed so long. The flashing spotlights and the sound of the shutter in front of him were so familiar at first, but at this moment they turned into a sharp weapon to reveal his true inner thoughts, as if through them , everyone can see through what he looks like under his decent suit.

Relying on an unknown force, Ling Lang stepped off the stage, his footsteps seemed to be stepping on misty clouds.He tried his best to ignore the friction between his buttocks, but the feeling turned out to be more and more intense. He insisted not to look in the direction where Feng Hao was, but he clearly knew that the other party's eyes never left him from the beginning to the end.

After taking his seat, he worked hard to calm down for a long time before turning his head and glaring at Feng Hao. His eyes were filled with anger and blame unconsciously, and Feng Hao almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

When the party drew to a close, a staff member quietly asked Ling Lang to leave from the VIP channel, so that he would not have to face the stalking reporters again, which greatly relieved him.

The company's car was already waiting outside the exit, Ling Lang waited in the car for a while but Feng Hao didn't come, but the manager's phone rang.

"Please pass the call to the senior."

"What? Why didn't you just call him?"

"I don't have my senior's phone number," Feng Hao said with an obvious smile.

The manager was completely speechless, turned around and handed the phone to Ling Lang, only then did Ling Lang remember that Feng Hao asked him to call twice before, but he refused both times, and the matter was never mentioned again afterward.

"I have something to delay, you go back and wait for me first, there is a note I left for you in the drawer of the bedside table on the left," Feng Hao confessed on the phone.

Ling Lang returned the phone, and the manager took it angrily, "Is it a way to cover up without exchanging numbers?"

"Forgot," Ling Lang said flatly.

When Ling Lang returned home, he found a note in the drawer as Feng Hao said, and there was something next to it that made him blush.

He opened the note, and there were four words written concisely on it - wait for me on Dai.

Ling Lang rubbed the note with a blushing face, and muttered reluctantly, "How can a dog understand a small note?"