Waiting Upon You

Seeing his actions, Ling Lang's first reaction was sulfuric acid. Ling Lang is definitely not the first to encounter an artist who relies on his face to be splashed with sulfuric acid, nor will he be the last.

Reflexively, he stretched out his hand to block it, and when he said it, it was too late, but soon, a figure flew over and pressed Ling Lang under him, and then let out a miserable cry, which made everyone who heard it shudder.

The hall suddenly became chaotic, people fled in all directions, screaming one after another, for fear of getting a little bit of corrosive liquid.

The agent threw Ling Lang down only on instinct. After his brain reacted, a strong sense of fear arose spontaneously. He continued to scream uncontrollably. He saw Ling Lang take off his mask and asked him anxiously. He saw The other party's mouth was moving but no sound could be heard.

The manager yelled for a long time, finally stopped, looked down at himself who was splashed with sulfuric acid, and realized that something was wrong.

He put the splashed hand under his nose, smelled it, licked it again, and cursed angrily, "Day, it's glucose!"

Ling Lang heaved a long sigh of relief, and the worried expression on his face disappeared in an instant. The manager immediately regretted it. It was rare for him to see Ling Lang who showed his true feelings, especially the way he was worried about him. If he had known, he would have pretended for a while. .

The security guard who didn't know where to hide just now saw that the murderer was not holding sulfuric acid, so he ran over aggressively and firmly subdued the opponent who was trying to escape.

Feng Hao strode up to the two of Ling Lang, and the first thing he did was to slap his manager on the shoulder, "I really didn't misread you, I will give you a salary increase."

After that, he pulled Ling Lang up, "Go quickly, I won't be able to leave in a while."

The manager was wet and stunned in place, not understanding that his salary had half a dime relationship with Feng Hao. The reporter who reacted watched Feng Hao pull Ling Lang away, so he had no choice but to shift his target to the shocking manager.

Only then did the manager realize that he had been abandoned again, and he shouted angrily in the surrounding area, "Day, at least you take me with you, who the hell am I getting wet for?"

Feng Hao sat in the driver's seat and quickly started the car, "Do you know that person just now?"

Ling Lang shook his head, "I haven't seen it before."

"It looks like I'm after you. Fortunately, it's not sulfuric acid, otherwise..." He glanced at the corner of Ling Lang's clothes. Even with the protection of his manager, it was still inevitably drenched with liquid.

The first thing Feng Hao did after returning home was to go back to the bedroom and make a phone call. Ling Lang turned on the TV, and the faces of the manager and the murderer appeared alternately in the camera. Facing countless cameras, the murderer spoke nonsense without hesitation.

"I know you are watching. I used to be the one watching you on TV. Finally one day it's your turn to watch me on TV. Finally one day I can let you hear my voice...Let me go!"

He stubbornly fought against the policeman behind him, desperately brought his face closer to the camera, "I want to tell you, I like you, I want to strip you, lock you up, kiss you, possess you..."

"Shut up for me!" The manager's words were inserted into a voice-over, and he wanted to pounce on him but was stopped by the police. You cried and begged for forgiveness..."

Ling Lang held on to the sink and retched for a long time. It was the exact same words, but when Feng Hao said them, he accepted them without much resistance. It made him feel so nauseous when he said them from someone else's mouth. Could it be because of the aftereffects of allergies?

The efficiency of the media in solving the case was far faster than that of the police. It took only half a day to sort out the ins and outs of the case. The murderer was once a diehard fan of Ling Lang, and was even obsessed to the point of perversion.

After the relationship between Ling Lang and Feng Hao was made public, the murderer turned from love to hatred. He infiltrated the crew, first mixed melted chocolate into Ling Lang's coffee, and then lay in ambush at the entrance of the hospital with the intention of inflicting cruel attacks. There were many identical bottles, and he picked up the wrong bottle in desperation, saving Ling Lang's life by accident.

Afterwards, the hospital was forced to count all the drip bottles, and finally found the bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid with a concentration as high as 98% that was originally used to harm people.

The next day, the media further exposed the murderer's residence. The walls were densely covered with Ling Lang's photos and posters. DVDs and magazines with Ling Lang's images could be seen everywhere. Even the real Ling Lang's body pillows were placed on the bed. .

It was found that there were a large number of pornographic pictures in his computer, all of which were Ling Lang's avatars on the PS with the male actor's exposed body, and there were countless comrades whose names were replaced by Ling Lang's fleshy texts.

In the end, the police also found a tattered prison uniform in his home, and detected the murderer's DNA on the prison uniform. As soon as the news came out, Ling Lang couldn't eat for a whole day.

The next day Ling Lang got up very early habitually, fetching the newspaper was almost the only housework he had to do when Feng Hao was at home—if this could be considered a housework.

The drawer at the bottom of the cabinet is very low, and usually Ling Lang can open it with a stretch of his hand, but today he hesitated, lowered his head, bit the handle with his teeth and pulled the drawer open, took out the palm-sized flannel inside, and pushed the drawer back .

He skillfully covered the flannel cloth on the newspaper, held it in his mouth, and when he turned around, Feng Hao's feet appeared in sight.

"I'm worried about your body, so I'll take a look." Feng Hao knelt down and stroked his head, "I didn't expect you to do so well."

Ling Lang bit the newspaper in his mouth, unable to speak, and only blinked twice.

"But you have just recovered, so I don't worry. You don't need to carry newspapers these days, and you can stop exercising."

Ling Lang felt that the second half of the sentence was really good, he handed the newspaper to Feng Hao, and followed him back to the bed.

Feng Hao opened the entertainment page, Ling Lang's name appeared on the front page again, but today's content was subtly different from the previous days.

Usually, where the artist's photos should appear, there are two clear front and profile portraits, with the word "wanted" written in bold and red letters below.

A wanted notice was published on the entertainment board, which was unheard of before, not to mention that it was closely linked with Ling Lang's name.

It was only then that Ling Lang noticed the headline of the headline - "The murderer who attacked Ling Lang a few days ago escaped while being escorted, and his whereabouts are unknown".

Ling Lang originally thought that Feng Hao would react after seeing the news, such as prohibiting him from going out, but Feng Hao's performance was extremely indifferent, he turned the page expressionlessly, as if nothing happened.

After breakfast, the two drove to the set. When Ling Lang showed up on the set, everyone gathered around to greet him, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh my dear little Langlang~" the director rushed over enthusiastically, Ling Lang flashed, and he slammed into the door behind Ling Lang, "Are you howling?" He asked tearfully, holding his nose.

The drama manager in charge of personnel also kept chasing after Ling Lang to apologize, "That person is a temporary worker, and it's all because of my lax review. In the future, recruiters will definitely check up on three generations. I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go."

Finally, there is the poor assistant who was taught by the agent, "I guarantee that in the future, people will be in the coffee, and people will go to pour the coffee, so that the criminals will not be given any chance, and I will never auction yours on the Internet again. Clothes woo woo woo."

"Where's the golden retriever?" Ling Lang scanned the set but didn't see the golden figure.

"The veterinarian said that it's okay to eat less," someone replied, "There was no drama about it in the early stage, so I didn't come."

Feng Hao waited until there was no one around, then leaned into his ear and teased, "Care about the same kind?"

Ling Lang pretended not to understand, "Caring about my colleagues."

"Prison Breakback Ocean II" takes a purely commercial route. The plot is much more bloody than the previous one. Ling Lang plays a completely different character from the last time. He is a little clever, loves to take advantage of small things, is glib, greedy for life and afraid of death, but also very unexpected. loyalty.

Before meeting Feng Hao, he was an idle bastard on the street, and his subordinates even took in a younger brother with a wimpy personality.

Ling Lang and his younger brother were ambushing in a certain warehouse at the pier. He accidentally learned that there would be a deal here tonight. He thought it was just smuggling of tobacco and alcohol, so he wanted to take the opportunity to see if there was a chance to make some money.

"Brother, I want to pee," the younger brother waited for too long, obviously a little impatient.

"Hold it," Ling Lang scolded him, "How can you become such a big deal."

The younger brother muttered a few words in a low voice, "Smuggling two cigarettes along the way is also a big deal, if you have the ability to sell some flour."

Ling Lang made a gesture to beat him up, "How many times have I told you, if you dare to touch that, I'll...shush—"

Hearing someone coming in, he immediately motioned for the other person to keep silent. The two of them hid behind the box holding their breath. From the sound of their footsteps, they recognized that there were quite a few people coming. Then there was a heavy sound when the box fell to the ground. Ling Lang suddenly felt something was wrong. That doesn't sound like the weight that alcohol and tobacco would have.

Both sides of the transaction were very quiet, without a word of extraneous words. Ling Lang couldn't see the situation outside, but faint mechanical sounds came from his ears, which made him more and more nervous. Guessing that something was wrong, he covered his mouth nervously.

Ling Lang grabbed the younger brother's hand and wrote the word "Cancel" in the opponent's palm. The younger brother understood and nodded desperately. The two of them gave up their previous plan and stayed honestly in the same place, only waiting for the outsiders to leave as soon as they left.

The transaction seemed to have ended, the footsteps gradually faded away, and the entire warehouse returned to silence.The younger brother gestured to Ling Lang to go out, and Ling Lang returned him a gesture of waiting, and quietly poked his head out from his hiding place.

As soon as his head appeared, Ling Lang was dumbfounded. Several black gun barrels were aimed straight at him. He swept his eyes to the center of the warehouse and saw Feng Hao.

Both Ling Lang and the younger brother were escorted in front of Feng Hao, Ling Lang finally saw clearly that what they smuggled was tobacco and alcohol, it was clearly arms, the younger brother had never seen such a battle before, and immediately knelt down with his legs weak.

A Southeast Asian man with blunt Mandarin said, "Tiaozi?"

Someone on the other side of the transaction said, "It seems not."

"Whether he is or not, if he sees it, he will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of guns being loaded, and the crotch of the younger brother was immediately wet.

Ling Lang was also extremely nervous. His legs were trembling a little, but he still tried his best to hold his head up, assuming a negotiating posture, "I swear we won't say anything."

The younger brother nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Dead people, I won't say it," the Southeast Asian man waved, and his subordinates raised their guns at the two of them at the same time.

Ling Lang subconsciously took a step closer to his younger brother, with a look of fear on his face, did he really have to die here today?

"Wait a minute," Feng Hao, who had been watching coldly, suddenly said, and everyone present all looked at him.

Feng Hao's eyes were on Ling Lang, "Come here."

Ling Lang glanced at him first, then nervously looked left and right, their guns hadn't been put away yet, there was no guarantee that one of them would go off and his life would be over.

Feng Hao saw his concerns, waved his hand as if nothing had happened, and his subordinates put down their guns hesitantly.

"Come on," he repeated.

It was only then that Ling Lang came up to him at the speed of a turtle.

"Come a little more."

The distance between the two can already reach each other with one hand.

Feng Hao pinched Ling Lang's chin, and looked at his face left and right.

"name."

Feng Hao's words were too concise, it took Ling Lang a while to realize that he was asking for his own name.

"no name."

Seeing that Feng Hao didn't say anything, he added, "I'm an orphan, no one gave me a name."

"Then what do other people call you?"

"People on the road call me Brother Lang," Ling Lang put on a tough stance on purpose, he had already seen that it was absolutely useless to show weakness and beg for mercy with this person, it would be better to fight sideways.

"Bold! How dare you call yourself brother in front of Master Feng!" one of his subordinates reprimanded.

Feng Hao shook his head, indicating that it's okay.

"Do you want to die?" He asked Ling Lang.

"Of course not," he replied honestly.

"Follow me from now on," Feng Hao said lightly, and everyone in the audience, including Ling Lang, was taken aback.

"Wait a minute!" the Southeast Asian stopped him.

Feng Hao raised his palm to tell him not to speak.

Ling Lang was frightened by his words, and didn't express his opinion for a long time. Feng Hao asked again patiently, "How is it?"

"What about him?" Ling Lang pointed to the little brother on the ground.

Feng Hao shook his head, "He can't."

The younger brother instantly showed despair.

"Then I can't do it either," Ling Lang resolutely refused, and many people present gasped, and the expression on the younger brother's face was mixed with sorrow and joy, as if he would cry in the next second.

Feng Hao stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and looked at each other under his hands, since he followed Feng Hao, he had never seen him smile.

He raised his head, but the person he was talking to was a Southeast Asian, "I want these two people."

The other party gritted his teeth, "No, outsiders are unreliable."

"Now that I have spoken, they are no longer outsiders."

"You don't even know their identities, how do you know they're not undercover agents?"

"I swear I'm not!" The younger brother interrupted in a panic, "I won't tell anyone about tonight!"

"I swear too," Ling Lang added, "If he says so, I will, I will kill him and then commit suicide."

Feng Hao's eyes darkened suddenly, "If you dare to mention suicide again, I will kill you first."

Ling Lang was overwhelmed by his moodiness, and didn't dare to speak for a long time.

"I'm different..." The Southeast Asian man could never utter the last word, because at this moment there was a bullet hole in the center of his brow, he stared at Feng Hao incredulously, and then slowly fell down, the half sentence The words became his last words.

Ling Lang also froze in place. He was standing opposite Feng Hao, but he didn't even see how he drew the gun. Now the opponent's hand was still on his shoulder, as if he was treating him as a natural gun stock. .

Only then did the Southeast Asian subordinates realize that it was too late to resist. The younger brother witnessed the gang fight for the first time, covering his head and screaming in fright. When he stopped, the gunfire stopped, and there were a few more bodies corpse.

Ling Lang looked at Feng Hao in shock, and only then did he realize that the person he met today was not at the same level as the so-called "big brother" from the "Tao" he knew before, and he could kill him without blinking. A person's life is like trampling an ant to death.

Feng Hao put away his gun as if nothing had happened, "From today onwards, you will be called Xiao Ling."