Waiting Upon You

When the agent arrived at the company in the morning, he was frightened by the protesting crowd at the door. He used his skills to fight against the reporters and struggled to break through the encirclement, finally squeezed into the company's gate.

"What's going on outside?" As soon as he entered the office, he saw his assistant sitting leisurely on the seat eating a snack. "Why are there so many people?"

"Of course I came to protest."

"What are you protesting for?" He just squeezed in so preoccupied that he didn't even see clearly what banners the people outside were holding.

"Of course to protest your two precious sons..."

The agent glared at her.

"...The bed scene of your two precious entertainers," she compared her hands on her neck, "CUT."

"This has nothing to do with us? If you want to protest, you should go to the General Administration. No matter how bad you are, you should go to the film company. What's the use of protesting with the agency?" The manager was puzzled.

"Look for yourself," the assistant picked up the remote control and pressed it on the TV, and immediately a reporter appeared on the screen with a microphone.

"What you are seeing now is the live report from the main entrance of Ye's Entertainment. Since [-] o'clock this morning, a large number of fans have spontaneously gathered here to protest the movie "" starring artists Ling Lang and Feng Hao under the company. "Prison Breakback Ocean" has too many deleted parts, resulting in a serious lack of plot, and I will interview the fans who participated in the demonstration next."

The reporter stopped a fan holding a Feng Lang sign, "May I ask why you initiated this protest?"

The fans spoke in a cadence and voice, "I think everyone has seen that the actual broadcast content of this movie is completely inconsistent with the previous publicity. At the press conference, the director once clearly stated that this is a movie with no morals and no lower limit." However, after we were attracted by this publicity and bought tickets to watch the movie, what we saw was a literary and artistic film that coexisted with nobleness and sentiment, and justice and morality. Seriously constituting consumer deception, which is false propaganda!"

"However, the deletion of overly exposed scenes should be an order issued by the General Administration. As a Chinese, you should have been accustomed to this for a long time. Why are you so excited?"

"The premise of the deletion is not to affect the plot of the movie itself, but it is obvious that the movie has been cut into fragments, and the plot cannot be connected at all. Why were they still on the island a second ago, and the two returned after a crab crawled over On the sea? The two of you were fighting to the death before, why did it turn into a relationship of life and death in a blink of an eye? There is no explanation in these supposed dramas. Since we bought the tickets, we have the right to know the complete plot!"

"But as far as I know, the post-editing of the film belongs to the scope of work of the producer, and has nothing to do with the brokerage company..."

The interviewer interrupted her, "First, this film was produced by an overseas company. We have no way to go abroad to protest collectively. If we have the opportunity to go abroad, we will just watch the uncut version. Who would protest? Second," she pulled out a dozen documents from her bosom, apparently prepared, "there is enough evidence to show that the largest shareholder of the film company is also one of the shareholders of Yip's Entertainment, and the two are basically the same of!"

Fans raised their fists filled with righteous indignation, "The most outrageous thing is not that the producers cut the plot without authorization, but that after cutting the plot, they still have to type in the subtitles 'Here is a river crab for 3 minutes and 28 seconds, please go to heaven and earth to find it. 'We also spend money to buy V...Ah, bah, those who buy tickets to watch movies, show us this when they take off their pants? We express our solemn protest and will not tolerate it!"

"Are we the same shareholder as the film company?" It was the first time the agent had heard of such a thing.

"You don't know?" The assistant was more surprised than him, "I thought it was because of this reason that you let Ling Lang take on their company's drama."

"I let Ling Lang pick it up because..." The manager waved his hand, "Forget it.

He snatched the snack bag from the assistant's hand, "Don't eat, don't eat, let's go to work."

"It's finally time to start work? Has Ling Lang picked up a new notebook?"

"He hasn't seen it yet, but this time he doesn't have the right to choose," the agent threw the script into her arms, and the assistant called out after seeing it, "Could it be, "Prison Breakback Ocean II?"

After Ling Lang saw the title of the play, he refused without hesitation, "I don't accept the script written by Yi."

"Don't worry, the screenwriter's surname is not Yi," the manager refused to sit down at Feng Hao's home, fearing that his butt would be dirty by the sofa. Fortunately, Feng Hao was not there, otherwise the two would have to confront each other again.

"Changed screenwriter?"

"Correct."

Ling Lang just opened the script and read two pages, then suddenly remembered, "I don't accept films directed by foreigners either."

The agent was helpless, "I've already inquired about it, and the director this time is definitely a Chinese."

While he was reading the book, his agent went over the ins and outs for him, "The first movie sold well at the box office, and the plot left a lot of suspense. piece."

Ling Lang flipped back, "According to this script, there will be more cut content."

"Yes," the agent said angrily, "If there is a chance to refuse, I will not continue to let you and Feng Hao act in this kind of film."

Ling Lang sensed his subtext, "What do you mean?"

"It's just that there is such a clause in the contract of the first film. If a series of films are made in the future, the producer has the priority to renew the contract. If you don't accept it, it will be a breach of contract."

Ling Lang pondered for a moment, "What about Feng Hao?"

"Then there's no need to ask?" The agent said angrily, "He must be eager to do so. I doubt that he came up with this idea. If you didn't only take movies, I think he would like to make it into a TV series, or The Korean drama kind."

"I see," Ling Lang closed the script, "Leave the script here, when will you join the team?"

"next week."

Ling Lang was taken aback, "So fast?"

"I can't help it. The producer is in a hurry, but fortunately, I don't need to go to the island to shoot this time."

The shooting location this time is not only not on the island, but in front of our house, which can be reached in less than half an hour by car.

When Ling Lang came to the set, he saw very familiar faces, familiar directors, familiar screenwriters, familiar production staff, and familiar cameras.

"What's going on here?" Ling Lang turned around and asked the agent behind him, "Didn't it say that the director is Chinese and the scriptwriter's surname is not Yi?"

"This..." The manager was also confused, "The news I got is indeed like this..."

"He's right," Director Yang interjected. "This time, Wo is not the director, but the screenwriter. It's true that Wo's surname is not Yi."

Ling Lang turned his head quickly, and the screenwriter raised his hand shyly, "Excuse me, this time I am the director, a native Chinese."

Ling Lang's face darkened, "Your crew is here to play with me, right?"

"Relax, relax," the foreign director wanted to go up to hug Ling Lang, but he stepped aside, "Everyone is so familiar, wouldn't it be more tacit to cooperate with each other? Don't Chinese people have an old saying that when you have friends, you will be happy." Come from afar, don’t you say (shuo)?”

"That character is pronounced yue, not shuo," Ling Lang corrected coldly.

"Oh~~" the director suddenly said, "Chinese culture is really extensive and profound, why don't you come to Wo's room tonight, and let's exchange Chinese and Western cultures?"

boom--

Today is not an official launch, but just a routine meeting before shooting, and everyone can share their views on the film.

The foreign director pretends to be a screenwriter and acts as a director, talking with a black eye, Ling Lang is distracted from the beginning to the end.

Feng Hao has been abroad for more than a week, Ling Lang has lived alone for ten years, but after living with Feng Hao for two months, he finds that he is not used to living alone, and there is an emotion called nostalgia that he has never experienced before.

As if he had a good understanding, a mobile phone was handed in front of him unceremoniously. Ling Lang raised his head and saw the manager's expression, and knew that the person calling was Feng Hao.

"Call home, but no one answered," Feng Hao's cheerful voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "Are you in a meeting?"

Ling Lang glanced at the foreign director who was spitting, "Listen to the playwright."

Feng Hao laughed, "Miss me?"

Ling Lang asked without answering, "Are you in Hong Kong?"

"Just landed, I can go back tonight, just wait for me at home obediently."

"En," Ling Lang replied indifferently, unable to detect any emotion.

The manager took back his mobile phone, "Can't you two exchange calls? Don't call me every time. Is there no charge for international calls?"

"Forgot," Ling Lang said the truth.

"Both of you—" The agent suddenly realized that there was someone else beside him, swallowed the words in time, and lowered his voice, "You both live together, and you don't even have a phone call with each other. Is this your unique little fun? You don't need me to send him your number?"

"No, I will give it to him when I go back."

It was already six o'clock in the evening when Ling Lang got home, Feng Hao hadn't come back yet, he didn't know what time Feng Hao said he would come back at night, so he ate a random bite, folded his clothes and fell asleep on the bed, and fell asleep unconsciously .

In the dream, Ling Lang felt that someone was kissing him. It was exactly the same as when he was filming the kissing scene on the beach in the past, even hotter than that. He couldn't help but kiss back. invested.

The incomparably real touch and breath made Ling Lang realize that he was not dreaming. He opened his eyes, and Feng Hao's eyelashes were enlarged in front of his eyes at close range. It was not until the moment when he saw the other party with his own eyes that Ling Lang realized how much he was. miss him.

The two absorbed each other's breath indulgently, as if they wanted to make up for the parting time. This was their second kiss, but it was also their first kiss in the true sense.

Feng Hao's kissing skills are superb, and he arouses Ling Lang's lust in two or three strokes. He naturally stretches out his hand to hook the other party's neck, the two kiss more and more ecstasy, Feng Hao's hand wandered away from his waist A few turns, then moved to the collar, unbuttoning the shirt one by one.

When Feng Hao took off his clothes, Ling Lang cooperated incomparably. He thought that Feng Hao was about to do it, and he had no intention of refusing at all. He even took the initiative to lift his crotch and gently rubbed on the other person to imply he.

Ling Lang quickly got naked, Feng Hao finally bit the tip of his nose lightly, ending the lingering kiss.

Under Feng Hao's proficient teasing, Ling Lang's breathing became disordered, and his face was still flushed with emotion.

He originally thought that Feng Hao would say "I want it," but the other party said "Come with me."

Ling Lang didn't know where Feng Hao was taking him, but he followed him obediently to another locked door.

Feng Hao took out his bunch of keys again, picked out one of them, and opened the door. Ling Lang was stunned when he saw what was inside the door.

Feng Hao didn't allow him to be dazed, he led the other party into the room, and motioned him to go in. The cage was only half a person's height, and Ling Lang could only kneel or sit when he entered.

Feng Hao squatted down outside the cage, "I said that as long as you are on the bed, you are not allowed to wear clothes. This is my rule. I will only say it once for any rule. If you violate it, you will be punished."

Ling Lang listened silently.

"The so-called rules mean that you must abide by them whether I'm here or not. I can't be by your side 24 hours a day, but I need to be in your heart 24 hours a day. You must always remember your master's words. "

"During this period in the cage, I hope you can reflect on yourself. The time for your reflection is up to me."

Feng Hao pressed his index finger to his lips, "Finally, remember the rules in the cage, you are not allowed to speak, if there is something important, just call me, you know how to call me."

He stretched out his hand, and with a bang, closed the door of the iron cage.