Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang's lips stayed on Feng Hao's face lightly for a moment, and then left without a sound. Feng Hao even frowned while sleeping, as if his nerves would never relax for a moment.

Ever since Feng Hao wanted him that night, it was like opening a taboo door. He couldn't remember how many times he went to Feng Hao's bed. He braced himself and went back to his room.

At first he suspected that the other party had a dual personality, otherwise how could he have two extreme personalities of absolute gentleness and cruelty in one, but gradually he dispelled this guess, because no matter what state Feng Hao was in, he had the same memory .

Ling Lang couldn't figure out Feng Hao's thoughts, but everyone could see that Ling Lang's admiration for Feng Hao had gradually turned into admiration. Although there was not a single line related to this, Ling Lang's eyes and small movements betrayed it. his mind.

After the kiss was over, Ling Lang stared at Feng Hao silently for a while, then picked up the bathrobe on the floor and put it on his body, and left Feng Hao's bedroom with some staggering steps.

The door was gently closed behind Ling Lang, and after a click, Feng Hao who was supposed to be sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

"OK!" The tacit understanding between the two people in filming is increasing day by day, the number of NGs is getting less and less, the director is happy and relaxed, "Next scene!"

"There is no follow-up scene for this scene," Chang Ji quickly reminded him.

"Ah," the director still felt a little unsatisfied, "Why don't you make up for the skipped paragraphs?"

"No," Ling Lang resolutely refused. Under his forceful request, the sex scene in the script has been cut to pieces, and it has become a movie suitable for all ages. Even if the whole movie is sent to the General Administration, it will not be rejected. harmonious.

The director immediately ran to the corner and cried, "Investor Wo is sorry for Ni! This time the box office can't be kept! Wo's art has been castrated! This year's statuette has to be given to the old bastard!"

Ling Lang let him cry, pretending he didn't hear it, the producer secretly glanced at Feng Hao with some embarrassment, the latter smiled and shook his head.

The producer ran to the director and whispered a few words, and the director grudgingly announced the end of today's shooting, and the staff consciously began to prepare for the next scene.

"Announcement next?" Feng Hao asked Ling Lang after coming down.

"It seems that I need to make up an interview," the magazine interview that was originally done was canceled due to an accident some time ago. In the morning, his agent told him to make up the interview after work was over today.

"The manager sent you there?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll wait for you when I go home," Feng Hao kissed his lips lightly.

When the two of them went out, the manager was already looking at his watch impatiently outside the door. Since the two masters got mixed up, he was even deprived of the right to enter Ling Lang's lounge, and was thrown out by Feng Hao from time to time.

Although the two of them changed clothes and removed makeup very quickly, the manager still felt that they had been lingering for too long, "Why is it so long, do the two elders need to say goodbye?"

Ling Lang got into his car, and his manager casually handed him an interview outline. In order to avoid silence, preparing "official answers" for Ling Lang in advance was one of the manager's regular tasks over the years.

Ling Lang quickly scanned the outline, and when he looked up, he saw a black car in the rearview mirror.After all, he is also a person who has been followed by paparazzi all the year round, and he is more vigilant than ordinary people. He has seen the same car of the same model and color more than once, but the license plate is slightly different. Since his accident, he can often see them following him.

The manager is more experienced than him, so logically it is impossible not to notice it, but at this moment he is not shy about letting it follow, Ling Lang guessed a thing or two in his heart.

"Feng Hao's people are behind?"

The manager also glanced at the rearview mirror and admitted generously, "Yes."

Ling Lang felt like making a fuss out of a molehill, "Is it necessary?"

"Necessary?" The manager raised his voice an octave higher, "I can't wait to hire bodyguards to protect you 24 hours a day, if Feng Hao didn't swear that his people are absolutely fine, I wouldn't tolerate them acting like paparazzi It seems to follow... Don't forget, the pervert who hurt you is still at large, and it's been half a month and he still can't catch him, how poor the efficiency of the police is!"

"He won't show up again," Ling Lang blurted out thinking of Feng Hao's reaction when he saw the news that morning.

The agent glanced at him through the rearview mirror in surprise, "How do you know?"

Ling Lang shook his head, no matter how much the manager asked him, he didn't say anything more.

The agent sent Ling Lang into the elevator from the underground parking lot of the hotel, and the bodyguard's car drove over slowly and stopped not far from him.

The more the agent thought about Ling Lang's words in the car, the more he felt something strange about them. Although Ling Lang didn't like to talk, he never lied. Did he know something?

After thinking for a while, he finally opened the door and got out of the car, casually walked to the side of the black car, and knocked on the glass of the driver's seat.

The glass of the car lowered slowly, and a bodyguard wearing sunglasses and a suit asked expressionlessly, "What's the matter?"

The manager said with a straight face, "Ling Lang has already gone up, and you are still sitting in the car and loafing? Be careful, I will complain to your boss."

"I'm only in charge of driving. We have someone who is responsible for following Mr. Ling. You don't have to worry about his safety," said the bodyguard, indifferent to his threats.

"Cough," the manager coughed covertly, "That's my misunderstanding, does brother smoke?"

He made a gesture to take it out of his chest, but the bodyguard moved faster than him, and put his hand into his breast pocket first. Seeing this movement, the manager froze.

"Brother, calm down, I just want to get cigarettes," the manager said cautiously, "Do you think there is any misunderstanding?"

The bodyguard shook his hand, then took out a pack of cigarettes, "Me too."

The manager let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat off his brow.

"One?" The bodyguard was quite polite.

The manager's mouth twitched nervously, "I don't smoke, thank you."

"That," the manager pretended to be chatting, "About the pervert who attacked Ling Lang last time..."

"Ok?"

The manager put his hands on the roof of the car, lowered his head, and asked quietly, "You know where he is, don't you?"

"Yes."

The bodyguard answered so bluntly that the agent was dumbfounded. Shouldn't he answer that he would kill him when he was asked about such secrets in the movie?

"Where is he?" The manager finally came to his senses and asked.

"I won't tell if I'm killed."

broker:"……"

He immediately felt that it would be more effective to use coercive questioning on the person in front of him.

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Feng Hao that you molested Ling Lang."

"He won't believe it."

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Feng Hao that you molested me."

"He wouldn't mind."

broker:"……"

The agent returned to the car angrily, and deliberately closed the door loudly. After sitting in the car for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth suddenly showed a strange arc.

He magically conjured up a tablet, clicked on it a few times, and sure enough, he saw a red dot flickering on and off at his position in the center of the screen. signal from the locator.

The manager flicked the screen triumphantly, "You are only allowed to follow, but I can't follow?"

The agent arranged for Ling Lang to be interviewed by a fashion magazine. This type of magazine is aimed at high-end people, and the reports are more in-depth. They generally don’t follow the interviewee’s gossip. That’s why the agent can rest assured that Ling Lang will accept the interview. their visit.

Probably because the agent had negotiated with the other party in advance, and Ling Lang's relationship issues were cleverly avoided in the interview outline.

"May I ask how you came up with the idea of ​​applying for the film school and embarking on the path of becoming an actor?"

The first reaction in Ling Lang's mind was the play "The Brave Lives Forever". That play almost explained all his motivations for entering the film school, but he still answered according to the standard answer prepared by his agent, "Because I am very good at acting. interested."

"What's your favorite movie?"

Ling Lang recited a few names.

The reporter pondered for a while, "It seems that they are all war movies? Do you prefer this theme?"

Ling Lang replied succinctly.

"But there seems to be no such subject matter in your works."

"I didn't come across a suitable script."

"That is, if there is a suitable script...?"

"I will think about it."

The reporter nodded understandingly, "I also like the last movie you mentioned just now, and I have watched it many times. If a director wants to remake it now and invite you to play one of the roles, which character would you choose?"

Before Ling Lang could answer, the reporter asked first, "Let me guess, is it the male lead?"

Ling Lang shook his head, "It's his enemy."

The reporter was taken aback, "But that's a negative image." At the end of the film, this villain was arrested by the protagonist, sentenced to death and imprisoned, which is very miserable.

Ling Lang didn't change his expression, "A villain can test an actor's acting skills even more."

The reporter was in awe.

He looked down at the interview outline, realized that the two of them had been improvising just now, and hurriedly brought the topic back.

"Can you briefly describe the film you're working on?"

Ling Lang was silent, "It's a comedy."

The reporter was surprised, "You still make comedies?"

"Hope is the only one."

The reporter wasn't sure whether he was serious or joking, but seeing that Ling Lang's expression hadn't changed at all from before, he could only make an embarrassing haha.

"What do you think of the script of this play?"

"two."

Reporter Khan, "Director?"

"More two."

The reporter sweated profusely, "But the box office of the last film exceeded one billion..."

"Later, the audience all asked for a refund."

Reporter Waterfall Khan, "...The overseas response is also good, and it is said that it is expected to be shortlisted for this year's Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film."

"I think the jury is suspected of operating in the dark."

Reporter Genghis Khan, "You put it that way, I look forward to this film even more, and hope to see it in the cinema as soon as possible."

"If you have free tickets and don't know how to pass the time, you can take a look."

The reporter quickly waved his hands, "No, no, I will definitely buy a ticket to enter the venue myself."

Ling Lang took out a note from his wallet and handed it over without saying a word.

Reporter Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"You may regret it then."

reporter:"……"

The part of the interview that made the reporters nervous was finally over. Next, Ling Lang changed into the clothes prepared in advance by the magazine and asked the photographer to take a few photos for him. The whole interview was considered over.

The reporter sent Ling Lang to the elevator entrance. When the elevator door opened, someone was already inside.

Ling Lang seldom became interested in strangers, but he couldn't help but glanced at the man in the elevator several times. No matter how he looked, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

The man seemed to be about to reach this floor. After stepping out of the elevator, he saw Ling Lang was looking at him all the time, so he didn't move, and looked at him calmly.

"Do I know you?" Ling Lang regretted the question as soon as he asked it. This question sounded too much like some old-fashioned way of striking up a conversation, not to mention that it didn't match his identity at all.

Unexpectedly, the other party replied simply, "Yes."

The reporter didn't know whether he should intervene to introduce the two of them at this time, and stood by at a loss.

The man continued, "You don't even know your own producer, how serious is your face blindness?"

Ling Lang remembered that he seemed to have the same producer for the last few films, but some producers were in charge of coordinating the overall situation, and some producers just contributed by name. At the first power-on ceremony, I saw the other party hastily showing off.

But prosopagnosia... Others commented on him as arrogant and arrogant, but that was just talking behind his back, no one had ever dared to say that about him in person.

The few short encounters before did not leave much impression on Ling Lang, but after knowing the identity of the other party, Ling Lang finally remembered why he felt familiar, because he was really similar to a certain person, and his eyebrows and eyes were the same. It seems to be carved out.

It's just that there is always a gentle smile on the face he usually faces, but this person is serious.

"You are Feng Hao's brother."