Waiting Upon You

A moment in the film, a year in reality, under the support of Feng Hao, Ling Lang has gradually changed from a street gangster to a mafia elite. Seeing that he is favored, many people respectfully call him out when they meet Brother Ling.

The longer he followed Feng Hao, the more Ling Lang was overwhelmed by the aura of the other party's gestures. He looked at him with adoring eyes day by day. He was born with a sharp tongue, and he spared no effort to please Feng Hao.

"Master Feng, today you don't change your face when facing a group of people by yourself, you scare them so much that they dare not let go, you are so handsome," Ling Lang patted Feng Hao's shoulder while pressing Feng Hao's shoulder.

Before Ling Lang came, Feng Hao didn't want anyone to touch his body. He would rather use a massage chair than find a masseur. Since Ling Lang came, the massage chair has been laid off.

Everyone in the gang knew Feng Hao's rules. It was the first time Feng Hao asked Ling Lang to hold his shoulders. There was a crowd of people standing in the hall. Ling Lang didn't realize it, but the people below were very surprised when they heard it.

Ling Lang didn't know until a long time later that Feng Hao was the so-called building prestige. From then on, no one dared to neglect the newcomers Feng Hao brought back.

Feng Hao closed his eyes, relaxed all over, let the other party brag endlessly behind him, adding oil and vinegar to everything.

People who are close to Feng Hao know that he likes to be quiet, and they are even more disgusted by other people's flattery. Seeing that he has so many talkative people by his side, they are very curious about Ling Lang's extraordinary ability, which can make Feng Hao With admiration.

Ling Lang praised Feng Hao's performance today in all directions, and asked again, "Master Feng, how did you cultivate that kind of eyes that are not afraid of anything, teach me too?"

"It's enough to die once," Feng Hao said lightly, without opening his eyelids.

The movements of Ling Lang's hands froze for a moment, he couldn't understand Feng Hao's words, but felt sad for no reason.

He was quiet for a rare moment, and seeing that Feng Hao seemed to be falling asleep, he suggested, "Master, go to bed and lie down, and I'll press it for you."

Feng Hao replied yes, got up and went back to the upstairs bedroom, Ling Lang followed behind him, saw him take off his shirt casually, revealing his strong back muscles, Feng Hao is typical of wearing clothes that can't be seen, only to find out when he takes off his clothes Ling Lang, as a man, felt a little jealous of his handsome figure.

He lay down on the bed, and Ling Lang sat on the other's crotch and continued to massage him. As he pressed and pressed, it was inevitable that he would feel a little distracted.

Ling Lang never saw Feng Hao's naked body at home, let alone touched it with his own hands. He even slept with arms up to his cuffs. He even suspected that even if Feng Hao slept in a suit, there would be no wrinkles on his clothes the next day.

The two lived together, Feng Hao often teased him, and stopped when he aroused his desire. During this time, he was worried about his health as an excuse, and he didn't even touch him. Ling Lang himself felt that he had some desire recently. dissatisfied.

Ling Lang absent-mindedly pressed down along the opponent's spine. When he touched the back of the waist, his wrist was suddenly seized. Feng Hao was already on top of him.

Ling Lang was taken aback by the other party's actions. Just as he was about to struggle, he heard Feng Hao softly calling in his ear, "Ling."

Ling Lang's struggling movements froze, and after a while, everyone saw that his stiff limbs relaxed little by little, his hands were hanging powerlessly on the bed, and he completely gave up resistance.

Feng Hao called his name, while kissing his ear and neck closely, he escaped from his old opponent with the help of his former subordinates, the first thing he did was to send someone to investigate the group of orphans raised by his old opponent Death.

However, the result made Feng Hao extremely disappointed. No one knew what "him" was called, only that the old opponent gave all the orphans the surname Ling, and in the end he left him with only one surname, not even a first name.

Ling Lang's eyes were tightly closed, and the center of his brows was twisted into the word Chuan. Anyone could see that he was trying his best to bear it.

He hates this kind of behavior, but he uses his whole life to be grateful and worship the person on his body. As long as the other party says a word, he can go through fire and water for him, let alone his body.

This foreplay exhausted Feng Hao's lifelong tenderness. The sex between him and that person was always cruel, plundering and ferocious penetration. Even the last time on the island, it fully burned the power of life. .However, at this moment, he unreservedly gave Ling Lang the tenderness that he had no time to give and would never give again.

He kissed him along his chin, and looked at Ling Lang's face at close range under the moonlight. The same appearance, the same expression, a long time ago, that person succumbed to him with the same forbearing expression, and he couldn't help stretching out. Shot, to smooth out the other party's tightly knit brows.

Ling Lang opened his eyes slightly, and the deep emotion contained in the eyes of the other party almost drowned him. Feng Hao in Ling Lang's eyes was always ruthless and cruel. He had never seen Feng Hao like this until this moment. Only then did he realize that this person also had feelings.

"Master Feng..." Ling Lang murmured involuntarily.

As soon as he finished these two words, he felt his mouth was sealed. After a while, the soft touch left his lips, "Brother Hao."

"... Hao... brother?"

After Feng Hao heard this address, he stood still for two seconds like a lightning strike, and then the movements of his hands became hasty, and the kiss fell like a storm. Ling Lang felt provoked by him, and subconsciously catered to him.

"Short oil, CUT!" The director began to use his ability to stop in an emergency, "Ni can't do it like this," he said to Ling Lang, "Ni's current identity is a straight person, although I know it's straight for homosexuals. It's hard..."

Everyone on the set suddenly felt a low pressure, and many people silently clutched their collars tightly, but the director didn't realize it, "...But Ni has to experience the character's mood, physical struggle, and inner conflict. Love is devotion, and you must show that kind of wholehearted devotion, rather than greet you with a face of hunger and thirst, do you understand?"

Everyone wanted to laugh because of the director's words, but because Ling Lang didn't dare to laugh, everyone showed a constipated expression.

Feng Hao actually snickered in the crowd, Ling Lang glared at him resentfully, who caused the hunger and thirst?

Restarting the filming, Ling Lang made up his mind to let the wind and clouds turbulent, and I stood still, the sex scene of two people became Feng Hao's one-man show alone.

Feng Hao took the chance of kissing and whispered in his ear, "Don't be petty, be more dedicated to your work."

Ling Lang wanted to push him on the knee, but he couldn't move, he couldn't even move, what was going on?

Thinking about it, he himself admitted that there was an element of anger in doing this. Since his debut, he has never acted so naively. Sure enough, after staying in the Baimu crew for a long time, his IQ has also dropped.

However, Ling Lang quickly reaped the consequences of his own actions. He knew that this article would be invalidated, but the director refused to stop it. He could only lie on the bed and continue pretending to be a dead body. There are no lines.

It wasn’t until Feng Hao finished eating the tofu to his heart’s content that the director called Ka slowly, “This time I’m a little too passive, I think Ni can take an active part in it, don’t the Chinese say that the most important thing is to participate? "

Ling Lang took a deep breath, and said to Feng Hao, "One time at a time."

"I'll fight for it," Feng Hao still wanted to laugh, "but every time you say that, the result is always unsatisfactory."

Ling Lang firmly grasped the bed sheet, as if if he didn't do so, he couldn't help but push the person on top of him away.

His lower jaw was slightly lifted, and the expression on his face was calm and sacred, but the tightly clenched lower lip revealed his true feelings.

This was his first night, his body was in excruciating pain, but he felt supremely satisfied in his heart, he finally repaid Feng Hao's life-saving grace and affection for him in this way, other than that, he He couldn't think of what value he had to Feng Hao.

This is a physical exchange, but also a sacrifice of the soul. His gaze went straight through Feng Hao, and landed in an unknown distance. At the end of his sight, there seemed to be light shining down, bringing the The bodies of the two intertwined enveloped.

People raised their heads following his gaze, searching in the air, as if there was his god standing there, worth everything he paid to look up.

"Ah—" A sharp cry pierced the air above the set.

"What happened?" Everyone asked nervously, they had never heard such a miserable cry.

The assistant pointed upwards in horror, "There's a mouse on the ceiling!"

To prove what she said was true, the mouse squeaked twice to show its existence.

An ominous premonition welled up in Ling Lang's heart, "That part just now...?"

"In order to maintain coherence, we have to start over," the director replied to him with a face full of grief.

Ling Lang raised his head and looked at the mouse with dark eyes. The assistant shuddered, as if Ling Lang was looking at herself with the kind of eyes that could make people Ling Chi.

The hairstyle is messed up, card.

The angle of the light is off by five degrees, card.

The shape of the clothes thrown on the ground is not beautiful enough, Ka.

Someone's dropping bird poo on the assistant director's head again—even though it's indoors, Ka.

When the nth sound of "CUT" sounded, Ling Lang couldn't bear to push Feng Hao away, "What's wrong!"

The big cameraman was frightened by his questioning, pointing at the creature blocking the camera, "Crab, crab, crab, crab, crab."

Ling Lang said angrily, "This is not the sea, where did the crabs come from?"

"It's river, river, river, river, river crab."

Ling Lang stepped off the bed, "What's the matter with the crab? Can the crab walk sideways? Can the crab block the camera? Can the crab just block the H? It's so laborious to eat without two taels of meat. I hate it the most in my life. It must be a river crab, do you know that!"

The huge studio was completely silent.

Ling Lang glared at the camera, the big brother of the camera looked horrified, and the rest of the people all looked constipated.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly someone burst into laughter, and then there was a second, and a third, and everyone covered their stomachs and laughed.

"It turns out that the movie king also has a side that is so close to ordinary people," everyone chattered, "Do you feel that you are connected to the earth in an instant?"

"It's an iceberg that turns into a volcano in a second. It's worth my life to witness Ling Lang revealing his true feelings."

"I thought Ling Lang only had one expression when he wasn't filming. It seems that I underestimated the actor's acting skills too much?"

Ling Lang helplessly supported his forehead, he was finally defeated by this off-line crew.

Feng Hao picked up the clothes and put them on for him, "Teacher Ling is really a very kind person in private," he joked lightly in an official tone.

Ling Lang remained expressionless, "I request that this paragraph be skipped."

"Wo is the director, and Wo disagrees!" The director popped out of nowhere.

"You are a screenwriter, you have no rights," Ling Lang dismissed unceremoniously.

The director pretending to be the screenwriter was speechless, and the screenwriter pretending to be the director didn't know where he was going.

After everyone earnestly persuaded and the director cried and begged, the top and bottom finally reached an agreement to skip this paragraph.

Ling Lang slept beside Feng Hao contentedly, dreaming of something wonderful.

Suddenly he felt his body sink, and when he opened his eyes, Feng Hao had already restrained him, the pocket pistol in his hand pointed directly at his temple, and the dark eyes were filled with icy chill.

Ling Lang was stunned, how could a person change so much overnight.

"Why are you on my bed?" Feng Hao asked coldly.

Ling Lang opened his mouth, but couldn't even utter a word.

Feng Hao seemed to recall something, his hand moved, and the others guessed through the quilt that he reached down to touch it.

After realizing what happened, Feng Hao slowly let go of Ling Lang, the hostility in his eyes still did not dissipate.

Ling Lang, who had regained his freedom, still didn't dare to move. Could it be that the other party was the legendary dual personality?He hesitated and opened his mouth, "Brother Hao..."

The muzzle of the gun instantly pressed between his eyebrows, and Ling Lang had no doubt that the other party would pull the trigger without hesitation.

"Who allows you to call that?" The muzzle of the gun was pressed down again.

"Master Feng," Ling Lang hurriedly changed his words, which made Feng Hao's expression lessen.

Feng Hao grabbed the clothes from the bed and put them on his body, and left the bedroom straight away. Before leaving, he said coldly, "Pay attention to your identity."

After a heavy knock on the door, a close-up of Ling Lang appeared in the camera, uneasiness, confusion, and grievances were all written on this young face.

Ling Lang's filming tasks for today have all been completed, and there will be a short personal scene of Feng Hao in the bathroom.

This kind of inner drama with no lines and no opponents is the most test of an actor's acting skills. If it is deep, it will be exaggerated, and if it is shallow, it will be dull. It takes a strong control to get the speed just right.

Feng Hao turned the water valve, and the water gushed down from the top of his head, and he shivered instantly.

Ling Lang outside the arena was surprised to find that Feng Hao used cold water instead of the expected water vapor rising.

He just stood motionless under the shower, as if he had turned into a statue without feeling.

After a while, he raised his head, and the water poured on his face like a thin thread, instead of tears rolling down to the ground. This man would not cry, but everyone could see his bottomless sadness.

At the end of the shot, Feng Hao supported the bathroom wall with both hands, lowered his head, and his Adam's apple squirmed.

His eyes snapped open, and he slammed his fist hard into the wall, bringing the scene to an end.

Hearing the sound of the director passing by, Ling Lang subconsciously took a step forward, but soon stopped, a staff member rushed over from behind him, and put a bath towel on Feng Hao's already blue lips from the cold.

Ling Lang glanced at the bathroom, there was a faint dark red bloodstain on the wall, which was obviously not the masterpiece of the props team.

After Feng Hao came down, Ling Lang turned his face to the side, Feng Hao understood, and went back to the lounge with him.

Ling Lang took the medicine box from the assistant, locked the door, and dispensed the medicine for Feng Hao himself.

Feng Hao sat calmly, watching Ling Lang below skillfully fiddle with those alcohol swabs, "You are very skilled in treating wounds."

"When I didn't have an assistant," Ling Lang paused, "other people didn't dare to approach me, and my manager was clumsy, and I was injured during filming, so I had to do it myself."

Feng Hao's three joints were injured, which shows how hard the punch fell.

Ling Lang carefully disinfected the wound, and lightly applied a layer of ointment.

"Okay," Ling Lang finished, just about to stand up, when he raised his head, he met Feng Hao's gaze.

Feng Hao looked down at him from a height, the light above his head was projected on his eyelashes, hiding all the emotions and desires in his eyes in the shadows, his cold expression revealed a sense of majesty.

Ling Lang looked up at him quietly for a moment, brought the other's hand to his mouth, and kissed him reverently.