Waiting Upon You

In the torrential rain, Ling Lang was fighting with others. This scene was played at night when Ling Lang went to the bar and accidentally discovered that his younger brother who used to follow him was selling drugs. .

In the last line of this scene, the younger brother screamed at Ling Lang desperately to vent his dissatisfaction, but no matter how hard he yelled, the director was not satisfied, and the two had been fighting in the rain for more than an hour. , until the water in the fire truck was declared exhausted.

The filming had to be temporarily interrupted. Ling Lang was wearing a wet costume, and the deep night made the temperature even lower. He could only rely on the ginger syrup brought by his assistant to keep out the cold.

"Senior, I'm sorry." While waiting, the actor playing the younger brother came over to apologize to Ling Lang full of fear, "It's because I NG so many times that I caused you...Ah Choe."

The little brother covered his mouth nervously, Ling Lang only glanced at him lightly at this moment.

"You can't curse because you don't hate me enough."

"Eh?" The younger brother could hardly keep up with Ling Lang's train of thought.

"Unconsciously, you still regard me as a respected elder brother."

"That's why you can't point your nose and scold me in person."

"In fact, you don't think so anymore."

The younger brother finally realized that Ling Lang was telling him a play, and immediately listened attentively, forgetting even the discomfort of wet clothes for a while.

"In your mind, I have become the person you hate the most."

"In order to achieve the goal, I will not hesitate to climb into the big brother's bed."

"If it was another person, you might not have such strong emotions."

"But I'm different. I used to be your big brother, someone you admire."

"How much you admired me before, how much you hate me now."

The little brother looked at Ling Lang, from initial surprise to hatred, and the high-wattage white light on the set hit him backwards, condensing the contempt and hatred on his face into the shadows.

When the waterwheel came back, Ling Lang threw his coat on the chair and strode away from his younger brother, "Remember your current mood."

The two scuffled again. Because of their excitement, the whole fight was chaotic, and no one could gain the upper hand.

Finally at a critical juncture, the younger brother pushed Ling Lang away with all his might, and shouted at him hoarsely: "Why do you control me? What right do you have to control me? I'm selling fans, but at least I'm relying on me You make money with your own hands, unlike you, who rely on your ass to gain positions, is it good for Master Feng to fuck you on the bed?"

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, clearly reflecting Ling Lang's pale face, both of them stayed in place, the younger brother's shoulders were still heaving violently, but Ling Lang had already turned into a living dead.

The downpour of rain poured down mercilessly, making a rustling sound as it hit the ground, but the surrounding environment seemed so silent, so quiet that it was unbearable.

"Thank you, senior! Senior's guidance made me suddenly enlightened!" The younger brother chased after Ling Lang and thanked him. Although everyone said that Bingshan, the best actor, was a big name, those were just rumors. In fact, maybe Ling Lang is a very kind person in private.

Ling Lang stopped without warning, and the little brother almost ran into him.

"I'm teaching you because I don't want to continue spending time with you in the rain. Apart from that, I have no other intentions. Don't think too much about it."

He dropped these words coldly and left. The younger brother's blood was poured with cold water, and he stood there in despair, looking at Ling Lang's leaving back.

When Ling Lang came out after changing his clothes, the assistant quickly handed over another pot of ginger syrup. Ling Lang unscrewed the lid of the pot and saw that it was new.

"What about the pot just now?"

"There's not much left, and besides, the ice has fallen."

Ling Lang put the lid on again, "I don't want it anymore."

"Ah? I boiled it specially, what if I don't drink it, and I don't like ginger..." the assistant muttered unhappily.

"Dump it or give it away, it's up to you."

The assistant complained about the waste in his heart, and when he turned around, he saw the actor playing the younger brother. The agent of the younger actor was not there, and there was no assistant. There was no one to take care of him, and he was shivering and wrapped in a military coat to keep warm.

The assistant's eyes lit up, and he had an idea when he looked at the pot in his hand.

"Drink it," the younger brother looked up in surprise when he saw a kettle suddenly appearing in front of him.

"Ginger syrup can dispel the cold," the assistant explained, seeing his confused face, "to prevent colds."

The younger brother was very moved, he was just a little-known actor, and no one had ever treated him so well.

"Thank you," he thanked his assistant sincerely, and the steam rising from the pot warmed his body and mind.

The assistant patted him on the back carelessly, neither of them noticed, and a pair of eyes not far away silently witnessed all this.

Seeing that Jiang Tangshui was handed over to the other party smoothly, Ling Lang turned around and saw the manager standing behind him with a dark face, holding his mobile phone in his hand.

Seeing the other party's expression, Ling Lang knew it must be Feng Hao calling again. There was no Feng Hao's scene these days, and his manager arranged other jobs for him, and the two of them rarely even met each other recently.

"Hello," Ling Lang took the phone and walked to an empty place.

"Is it over?" No matter how busy Feng Hao was, his voice could not be heard as tired.

"Just finished work."

"I just got home too... Shall I pick you up?"

Ling Lang looked back at his manager who was waiting for him, "No, I'll be back in a while."

The agent sent Ling Lang to the door and left. After Ling Lang opened the door, he found that the room was pitch black. Just as he was surprised, the door closed automatically behind him. Then in the darkness, Ling Lang felt something cold and sharp on the shelf. own throat.

Ling Lang remained motionless, and the first thought that came to his mind was how Feng Hao was doing, whether he might be in danger.

A hand wearing a leather glove covered his mouth, but the other party's purpose was obviously not to prevent him from yelling, because the hand was completely useless, and the index finger was still lingering around Ling Lang's lips.

When Ling Lang realized the other party's intentions, he secretly made preparations in his heart to bite down if the other party poked in.

But the owner of the hand didn't seem to have any intentions in this regard. He rubbed against his lips a few times, then groped along his body all the way down, and finally stopped at the waist of Ling Lang's trousers.

After staying there for a while, the hand became restless again, and it was about to invade Ling Lang's forbidden area.

The moment the opponent poked in, Ling Lang closed his eyes, put his throat against the blade, and pressed straight up.

Unexpected pain appeared, almost in sync with his movements, the dagger withdrew from his body without leaving any scars.

When the light came on, Feng Hao went around in front of him, Ling Lang didn't show the slightest expression of anger or complaint, but just said calmly, "It's not fun".

Feng Hao looked at him carefully. From this man's face, it was impossible to tell that he was ready to die just now. He would rather commit suicide than let strangers touch him. No wonder he dared to kick President Yi's when he was a fledgling. Become a useless person.

Feng Hao smiled, "I just want to test your self-protection ability in times of danger, but your style of preferring jade to pieces rather than tiles makes me feel mixed."

Ling Lang understood the meaning of his words, "Did something happen?" He changed his mind, "Could it be that the murderer escaped last time?"

"Didn't he run away a long time ago?" Feng Hao deliberately pretended not to know.

Ling Lang stared at him for a moment, then lowered his eyes, expressing that he would not ask any more questions, Feng Hao patted his head in satisfaction, "You don't need to worry about irrelevant matters."

He gestured to Ling Lang, Ling Lang straightened up and knelt immediately, Feng Hao took off his gloves and held them in his mouth, and walked to the living room by himself, Ling Lang followed obediently.

"Did the filming go well today?" Feng Hao sat on the sofa, took the gloves over, and Ling Lang consciously left them on his sheepskin cushion.

"Fortunately," he said evasively, omitting the more than an hour of NG in the rain.

Feng Hao nodded, "That's good."

Ling Lang suddenly thought, "In the future, you can call me directly instead of going through the agent every time."

"I don't have your number," Feng Hao said with a smile, "Have you forgotten, I asked you to call twice, but I was rejected. I said I would never ask for it again."

"My number is……"

"I don't want it," Feng Hao interrupted him.

Ling Lang stopped immediately, and Feng Hao looked at him with a smile on his face. The last time this kind of scene happened, Feng Hao still asked him to get his slippers.

He stared at the other person for a moment without saying a word, then suddenly took a step forward on his knee.

Until the other party unbuttoned his belt, Feng Hao didn't show the slightest surprise.

Ling Lang carefully held the opponent's clone in his hand, closed his eyes, and took it into his mouth respectfully.

Feng Hao never refused from the beginning to the end, as if this was what the other party should do.

Clearly feeling that the organs in his mouth were constantly expanding and getting bigger, Ling Lang used his unskilled technique to hesitantly swallow, his teeth bumped and bumped, and he accidentally scratched the epidermis a few times.

He went as far as he could, letting the front of his cock linger in his throat, though it made him want to retch.

He tried his best to restrain the soreness of the facial muscles, spit out the excess gas in his mouth, and wrapped his moist lips tightly around the column.

He raised his eyes, the smile had disappeared from Feng Hao's lips, he sat there calmly, accepting Ling Lang's service as a matter of course, his condescending cold gaze made Ling Lang feel from the bottom of his heart that he was so small, he was only worthy of kneeling At the other person's feet, do everything you can to please this person.

This kind of cognition caused excitement to sweep over his whole body in an instant. It was obviously a simple sacrifice, but it could make him feel the pleasure in his heart. He never knew that serving others could also make him feel pleasure.

He knew that his body must have responded, but at this moment, he completely ignored his own needs, only to satisfy the person in front of him.

He pushed Feng Hao's desire deep into his mouth again and again, his throat gradually adapted to the invasion of foreign objects, and his teeth no longer touched places that should not be touched. Don't forget to tease the sensitive bell mouth when you exit.

Feng Hao's expression remained unchanged until the moment he ejaculated. Ling Lang once suspected that he was frigid, and it turned out that he was still frigid during orgasm.

Ling Lang swallowed the scorching liquid in his mouth, and carefully arranged his clothes. Feng Hao instantly returned to a well-dressed gentleman, as if what happened just now had never happened at all.

After Ling Lang finished all this, he took a step back and didn't move. He watched Feng Hao take out his phone and simply pressed a few times on the screen.

Feng Hao showed him the contents of the phone, the word Ling Lang was shining brightly in the address book, and the number 1 was written alone in the phone column below.

"From now on, every time your performance satisfies me, I will record a number until I finish remembering it. Is that okay?"

Ling Lang nodded.

Feng Hao stretched out his finger to wipe the remaining white liquid from the corner of Ling Lang's mouth into his mouth, "But it won't be so easy next time."