Waiting Upon You

The three-month filming work finally came to an end. The crew held a grand wrap-up banquet. They rarely participated in such events.

According to legend, the producer, who is always in the dark, also came to the scene and said a few beautiful opening remarks, nothing more than thanking the director, thanking the actors, thanking the crew, and wishing the film a big box office hit.

Ling Lang looked at the person on the stage who had a face that looked exactly like Feng Hao's, but felt completely different, and felt in his heart how much influence his personality and temperament would have on a person's appearance.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Hao walked up to him and whispered.

Ling Lang answered him with his gaze.

Feng Hao also looked over, "Do you think I resemble my elder brother?"

Ling Lang shook his head.

"I've heard an interesting saying," Feng Hao sipped his red wine, "the first two children in a family have completely opposite personalities, even twins."

It was the first time Ling Lang had heard this theory, and he felt it was very fresh, but unfortunately he had no brothers who could verify this statement.

There was applause from the crowd, Brother Feng finished his speech, nodded to the crowd, walked straight towards the two, took two glasses of wine from the waiter's tray halfway, and handed one to Ling Lang.

"Congratulations," he raised his glass to Ling Lang, "Your performance is wonderful."

Ling Lang was puzzled, "You saw it so soon?"

"No, I'm just being polite."

Ling Lang: "..."

The two of them took a symbolic sip, and the routine was over.

"Come with me," Brother Feng didn't even care about being polite to his younger brother.

Feng Hao squeezed Ling Lang's palm quietly, "Wait for me."

Ling Lang actually wanted to leave, but Feng Hao said so, so he had no choice but to stay.

The foreign director rushed over enthusiastically as always, and as a matter of course, he rushed to nothing.

"Little Langlang, after filming this movie, Wo is going back to China. I don't know when we will meet again, and Ni won't have a drink with Wo," he pointed his finger aggrievedly.

Seeing this, Ling Lang had no choice but to clink glasses with him.

The director lingered for a long time before leaving, and the actor who played the old rival also came.

"Young people, the future is boundless," the old opponent's lines are clean and neat.

According to his seniority, Ling Lang should take the initiative to respect the other party. Now that the other party is doing the respect first, it has already given Ling Lang a lot of face, and it is even more impossible for Ling Lang to refute his kindness, and then drank what was in the cup.

The younger brother also came, and thoughtfully brought an extra glass of wine to Ling Lang, "Senior, thank you for your guidance on my acting skills, and even more thank you for saving me in a critical moment. I toast you a glass."

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, but Ling Lang couldn't resist and took a sip too.

"From now on, you are my idol. I will continue to work hard in your direction, and please continue to work hard, senior!" The younger brother bowed to him respectfully.

This kind of thing happened again and again, and the onlookers saw that Ling Lang didn't reject the previous few, so they all plucked up their courage and stepped forward to toast Ling Lang one after another. Some Ling Lang barely recognized them. Some don't even have an impression.

If the time went back a few months, Ling Lang wouldn't bother with it at all, but this crew fully taught him what it means to be indomitable. If he accepted it once, he would have to accept it a second time. Later, the whole crew came up to deal with it. A toast to Bingshan actor who is not easy to get in touch with on weekdays.

Ling Lang's drinking capacity is actually average, but no one dared to give him a chance to verify it before.After a few glasses of wine, his eyes felt a little cloudy, and his rationality told him that he should eat something to make up for it, but two full months of dieting made him lose his desire for food.

Feng Hao still didn't come back. Ling Lang was surrounded by the crowd and couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He looked at the eager expressions on everyone's faces, and didn't know how long he could hold on.

When Ling Lang was being toasted by everyone in turn, Feng Hao in the hotel room got a white pill sealed in a transparent packaging bag from his brother.

Feng Hao opened the seal and took the pill to his nose for a sniff, his face changed color.

"It was found from the pocket of a waiter who sneaked in." Brother Feng leaned on the table with his arms in his hands, "He is really persevering. If I hadn't watched for you this month, your little pet would have died at least. three times."

Feng Hao put the pills into his pocket with a sullen face, "Did you find anyone?"

Brother Feng pouted at the stack of documents on the table, Feng Hao picked them up and looked at them one by one, the chill in his eyes grew stronger the more he looked.

"Ten years ago, I couldn't get rid of him. Unexpectedly, ten years later, he would become prosperous abroad." Brother Feng picked up one of them casually, "And he even has a gangster background. I see what you want to do."

Feng Hao threw the documents back on the table, "No matter how difficult it is, I have to do it, I won't tolerate him going on like this."

"Half of his dignity as a man was ruined by one kick. If he doesn't avenge this revenge, he will never let it go." Brother Feng clicked his tongue twice, "Someone's attack is too ruthless, I'm really worried for you. "

"It won't bother you anymore."

"Also, my security can't be guaranteed to be foolproof. If you're afraid of accidents, the safest way is to put your pet in a cage. Of course, it's not necessary for the time being."

Brother Feng smiled slyly, "I just caused him a little trouble, I guess he has no time to worry about this for a while." He leaned forward, "How about it, am I being considerate to you? Come again Sign a three-year sell-off contract."

"Don't even think about it," Feng Hao flatly refused, Brother Feng shrugged regretfully.

"Let's go," he strode out, "I wish you a good time in the entertainment industry."

When Feng Hao returned to the hall, Ling Lang was only [-]% awake, and he was barely able to stand still.It was the first time Feng Hao saw Ling Lang in a slightly drunk state. His eyes were like peach blossoms, his complexion was crimson, and the corners of his eyes and brows were charming, as if he had released an unknown side of his personality.

Feng Hao walked over, and his attitude was obviously not as friendly as before. Of course, the people around noticed it, fearing that they would be blamed, they quickly dispersed.

When Ling Lang saw Feng Hao, he thought he was also here to toast him, so he reflexively wanted to raise his glass, but Feng Hao pressed the cup tightly, pulled his arms and walked out.

Ling Lang got into the car very quietly, with his eyes closed and silent all the way, breathing evenly as if he had fallen asleep.

When he got home, Feng Hao helped him into the door. As soon as the door was closed, Ling Lang turned his feet and wrapped his arms around Feng Hao's neck.

"You're drunk," Feng Hao said to Ling Lang who was clearly seducing him.

"I'm not drunk," Ling Lang leaned on his neck and sniffed carefully.

"You seem to be a different person when you're drunk, or is this just your nature?"

Ling Lang seemed a little dissatisfied, "I told you I'm not drunk."

Feng Hao held Ling Lang's shoulders and pushed him away from him.

"Look at me, who am I?"

Ling Lang raised his misty eyes for recognition, "My master."

Feng Hao smiled, "It seems that he is not very drunk."

Ling Lang looked at Feng Hao with sorrow in his eyes, "Master, why don't you want to fuck me?"

Feng Hao couldn't help laughing out loud, "I take back what I just said."

Ling Lang leaned over and rubbed Feng Hao's lower body as if begging for pleasure. In fact, he was not so drunk and knew what he was doing in his head, but the effect of alcohol made him do what he usually wanted to do but didn't dare to do. What he did may be just like what Feng Hao said, this is his nature.

Feng Hao pinched his chin, "If I fuck you like this while you're drunk, you'll blame me when you wake up."

Ling Lang rolled his eyes, "If you don't take advantage of me when I'm drunk, then I'll blame you when I wake up."

Feng Hao started to chuckle, Ling Lang saw that his whole aura had changed in a trance, he stared at himself from the bottom of his eyes, his eyes were cold, "For you, do I still need to take advantage of others? It's not that I hooked my fingers, you just obediently take off your clothes and lie flat..."

He said the last few words close to Ling Lang's ear, and the hot air he spit out hit Ling Lang's ear. After hearing his words, Ling Lang's eyes widened in disbelief, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Feng Hao seemed to have expected such a reaction from him, he straightened up again, moved his lips, and said two words silently.

Ling Lang actually understood, he closed his eyes in pain, the fire of desire in his body was instantly ignited, he teased Feng Hao for a long time without being moved, Feng Hao's mere words made him burn with desire, and it was hard to hold back.

"Is this kind of stimulation unbearable?" Feng Hao stroked his neck, "In my opinion, you are far from being able to be used by me."

He touched Ling Lang's cheek, and rubbed his thumb against his lips that were extraordinarily rosy due to the bloodshot, "But it's not that I can't give you a chance, if you want me to fuck you, just use your actual actions to win it."

Before Ling Lang could react, Feng Hao grabbed his wrist and walked away. The action was almost rough. Ling Lang's steps were unsteady after drinking, and he staggered and dragged him away.

Feng Hao dragged Ling Lang to a door that had never been opened before. Ling Lang swallowed nervously. He thought this room should be Feng Hao's training room, and he was even mentally prepared to face torture instruments. Prepare.

The door opened, and it was pitch black inside. Feng Hao threw Ling Lang in with his hand. Before he had time to adapt to the darkness in the room, he was blinded by a sudden strong light. Ling Lang instinctively raised his hand. The arms cover the eyes.

After a while, Ling Lang slowly let go of his hand. Everything in front of him surprised him from ear to ear—the room was not what he imagined at all. There were no torture racks, wooden horses, and leather whips. It was something he was very familiar with - video camera, quadruple lights, sunshield... This room is basically a mini studio.

Feng Hao turned on the lights surrounding Ling Lang one by one, and as the lights continued to neutralize, Ling Lang's shadow completely disappeared under his feet, and then the cameras were also started one after another, and the two camera positions were at [-] degrees to each other Ling Lang subconsciously turned his face to the correct angle, which was almost his professional instinct.

"You are indeed a qualified actor," Feng Hao praised, but his voice no longer had the usual gentleness, but appeared cold and ruthless, "I just don't know if you can be regarded as an excellent actor."

"A really good actor can handle any subject matter," Feng Hao stood behind the camera, "Let's try it, starting with adult movies."

His lips parted slightly, his tone was calm but irresistible, "Take off."