Waiting Upon You

The rope tied to the roof finally failed to withstand the friction and broke with a snap.

Ling Lang grasped the rope originally just for acting, and didn't use much force. Suddenly, he felt the rope slip in his hands, and without thinking about it, he grabbed it tightly, and his body was dragged down suddenly by the sudden pulling force.

At a critical moment, he hooked his foot to the gap in the roof and used all his strength to grab the rope. Wia also played a certain role, and the rapid fall of the younger brother and the golden retriever was stopped in midair.

The staff was terrified, and ran over from all directions to rescue the man and the dog. Ling Lang on the roof let out a long sigh of relief, and someone immediately went up to check his injuries. serious.

Accidents are unavoidable during filming, and it is common for actors to be injured. Ling Lang didn't take it to heart. When Feng Hao applied medicine for him, the younger brother couldn't stop catching up and thanking him.

Ling Lang really got a headache from his noise, "You don't have to thank me, anyone in my position at that time would do that."

After he said this, he walked away. Feng Hao smiled at the disappointed younger brother and followed him. The younger brother watched the two people walk away from the crowd. Feng Hao pulled Ling Lang's arm, as if to Check him for injuries.

"How about your hands?" Feng Hao gently moved his joints.

"good."

Ling Lang answered lightly. In fact, holding a weight of [-] kilograms that falls freely is not as easy as he described. His arms are still unable to lift up to now, and it is lucky that they are not dislocated.

"Do you want to take a day off?"

"No need," Ling Lang refused, "There will be no use of hands in the future."

There was an accident in the shooting, but this scene will continue. The animal trainer comforted the golden retriever for a long time, and finally let it calm down, and started working again with dedication.

The staff replaced the rope with a stronger one and laid a mat directly under the skylight. Just as the younger brother was about to climb to the roof with the dog, Feng Hao came back suddenly. The first shot hit the golden retriever, and the second shot hit the younger brother's Hands, the two of them fell to the mat together with the dog and man.

The bodyguards outside were drawn in by the gunfire, and they took out their guns and fired at the same time.

The younger brother had already drawn out his gun the moment he landed, but it was too late. Before he even fired a single shot, he was hit by countless bullets continuously. His body kept shaking, and finally he fell slowly.

"Ahh—" Ling Lang on the roof yelled sharply, and jumped down recklessly. As soon as Feng Hao raised his hand, the bodyguards stopped immediately, but they still didn't put down the guns in their hands, and they all aimed at Ling. Lang.

Ling Lang dragged his broken leg and climbed to the side of the younger brother with difficulty, hugging him and screaming.

The younger brother's lips trembled, and he struggled to utter the last word in his life, "Brother..."

Ling Lang didn't cry when he knew he was a stand-in, and he didn't cry after being put under house arrest by Feng Hao, but after hearing this word, tears welled up in his eyes.

The younger brother wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Finally, he closed his eyes, tilted his head, and died in Ling Lang's arms.

Ling Lang couldn't accept this fact for a while, he was stunned for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was still a golden retriever, but when he turned his head to look for it, he found that the life that was alive a few minutes ago had already accompanied his little brother, left him forever.

Trembling, Ling Lang moved its head to his lap, hugged the dead body, and sat silently in the pool of blood.The last two lights in his life were also extinguished, and the tears dried up in an instant. There were no more tears in his eyes, but only bottomless despair.

The scene fell into dead silence.

"what--"

After a long time, Ling Lang raised his head and let out a mournful cry. The cry echoed in the room, and everyone present was moved when they heard it.They could clearly see that the only look in Ling Lang's eyes was dimming little by little until it disappeared. At this moment, Ling Lang seemed to have turned into a dead person.

After Ling Lang finished today's training, he stayed in the bathroom longer than usual. For some reason, he always felt dry and hot after training recently, and that feeling became stronger every day.

Feng Hao didn't let him touch the front, so he had to turn down the water temperature in the shower to relieve the inexplicable agitation in his body.

After the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. The cheekbones on his face were clearly protruding, and the ribs on his body were well defined.Since being imprisoned by Feng Hao in the film, he has not eaten any carbohydrates, and even protein was banned in the later stage. Now the weight loss has achieved some results, and the directors are full of praise for his dedication.

When Ling Lang came out of the bathroom, Feng Hao had just arrived home. Although the two of them were filming together, they also had their own announcements, and their work and rest schedules were not completely synchronized.

When Feng Hao entered the room, Ling Lang was about to change his clothes, he came over and took the clothes from Ling Lang's hands, looked him up and down, feeling a little distressed, "Too thin, if you continue like this, I'm afraid you will get anorexia. "

"No, the movie will be finished soon."

"After finishing, you eat it for me immediately," Feng Hao ordered solemnly.

Ling Lang thought it was funny, but he nodded obediently.

He reached out to ask for his clothes, but Feng Hao didn't give them to him, "Just in time, I was thinking of finding time to tell you the next rule in these two days, since you've already taken off your clothes, I'll tell you now."

"...I can't wear clothes at home anymore?"

"Okay." Feng Hao took Ling Lang's clothes and hung them up, "It's fun to look naked occasionally, but if you keep it for 24 hours, it won't be aesthetically pleasing."

He closed Ling Lang's cabinet and opened his own, "From now on, you will only wear these at home."

Ling Lang glanced into the closet, and there were all Feng Hao's shirts hanging in a row, each of which was ironed neatly.

Feng Hao took out a white one and put it on for him, and helped him fasten the buttons one by one, "You can wear whatever you want, but don't let me see you wearing something else at home, unless you just came back Or go out."

Feng Hao is taller than Ling Lang, and Ling Lang barely covers his lower body when he puts on his shirt, and it will disappear if he moves.

"Where are the pants?" Ling Lang couldn't help asking.

Feng Hao opened the lower drawer, and there were all kinds of sexy underwear for men, including the black and red ones from the charity party.

"It's up to you whether you want to wear it or not," Feng Hao rarely showed generosity on this issue.

Ling Lang thought about it, but he was still not used to being in neutral, so he chose a relatively conservative pair to put on.

Feng Hao squeezed Ling Lang's arm again, he was so thin that he seemed to be dangling under his clothes, "You can pause the training on the treadmill, and you don't need to do other aerobic exercises, I think you are already thin enough, you don't need to lose any more .”

The word training reminded Ling Lang, "Did you run out of medicine last time?"

"So fast?" Feng Hao was surprised, "According to my calculations, it can last at least five days."

"Once I accidentally poured too much," Ling Lang replied honestly.

Feng Hao nodded thoughtfully, and fetched a new bottle, "This is an advanced version of the previous bottle, this time be careful not to accidentally overuse it."

The new medicine given by Feng Hao had no effect at the beginning, but after a period of time after the training, Ling Lang only felt his face flushed, his hands and feet tingling, and his fingertips seemed to have thousands of ants crawling. The symptoms lasted for at least half an hour before they gradually subsided subside.

To make matters worse, this feeling increased day by day, and lasted longer and longer, and the places that shouldn't be itchy began to itch gradually, and the body was so hot that even the low-temperature shower lost its effect.

Every time Ling Lang's symptoms flare up, he can't wait for something to penetrate through him. But during this time, Feng Hao turned into a modest gentleman again, and he didn't even touch him. Several times, he couldn't help but want to solve it by himself. , They all stopped at the last moment.

If his desires are not relieved during the day, it will lead to erotic dreams at night, in which Feng Hao does all kinds of shameful things to him, sometimes there are bystanders around, there are cameras, there are flashing lights, and when he wakes up in the morning, he faces She was ashamed of the sheets she had soiled.

Feng Hao turned a blind eye to his abnormal reaction, took the bed sheets to wash when they were dirty, didn't even ask him, Feng Hao didn't mention it, it was even more impossible for Ling Lang to ask for it.

But desire always wins over reason. Finally one day, Ling Lang couldn't bear it any longer. When Feng Hao was reading a book, he hugged Feng Hao's leg and rubbed it. Seeing that the master didn't object, he couldn't help rubbing it a few more times. .

This kind of thing happens for the first time, then it happens for the second time and the third time, every time Feng Hao doesn't refuse, but pampers his head indulgently.It's just that Ling Lang is still a person who cares about face after all, so he rubbed against Feng Hao for a few times and saw that Feng Hao had no further reaction, so he had to retreat lonely.

Ling Lang usually doesn't watch variety shows very much. When he changed the channel this day, he accidentally saw Feng Hao's interview. Feng Hao happened to chat with the host about pets on the TV.

"It looks like Feng Hao, you really know a lot about pets. What about you, do you have any pets?"

"Yes," Feng Hao replied with a smile, "I have a big dog."

The host let out a wow, "What kind of dog?"

"Golden retriever."

"Is that what we usually call a golden retriever?"

"Yes."

"If I remember correctly, this breed of dog is very intelligent."

Feng Hao nodded, "In the IQ of dogs, it ranks fourth."

"And very docile and well-behaved."

"Golden retrievers are generally mischievous before one year old, but after the puppies, they will become very obedient to their owners, so they are very suitable as working dogs, such as guide dogs."

"It seems that the golden retrievers I've seen don't like barking much?"

"The vast majority of golden retrievers are very quiet, and sometimes people even suspect that they can't bark."

The host snapped his fingers, "Golden Retrievers also come in many colors. From what I've seen, there are light yellow, golden yellow... and red?"

While she was counting, Feng Hao nodded.

After finishing the list, the host asked Feng Hao, "What color is your golden retriever?"

Feng Hao thought for a while, "It should be pure gold."

Hearing this, Ling Lang touched his hair subconsciously.

"That must be pretty?"

Feng Hao is not modest, "Very beautiful."

"Having a dog must be very interesting. You are so busy on weekdays, do you have time to take care of it?"

"No matter how busy I am at work, I will spare time to accompany it, but it has a bad appetite recently and has lost a lot of weight."

"Oh? Why?"

Feng Hao lowered his head and thought for a while, "Maybe he's in heat."

He lowered his eyes, as if recalling some very warm scenes, and smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Recently, I always hug my legs for sex, which makes people very distressed."

At night Ling Lang got dishonest after going to bed. Anyway, Feng Hao said on TV that he was in heat, so he simply broke into heat, crawled into Feng Hao's arms, rubbed against him, and even stuck out his tongue Licking his neck and earlobe, the itching made Feng Hao laugh.

Feng Hao held Ling Lang down to prevent him from messing around again, and kissed him on the forehead, "Go to bed early, I have to get up early tomorrow for filming."

The excited Ling Lang was doused with cold water, and turned around angrily, holding his breath.

If you are sexually frigid, don't train people to become sexually hungry!