Waiting Upon You

Of course, Feng Hao's MV failed to pass the review of the authorities, but in this era of advanced Internet, the word "prohibition" has become a natural publicity hotspot, and major video websites have used "visual stunning" and "Banned by the Heavenly Dynasty" as the title keywords, grandly Pushing Feng Hao's first MV after entering the pop music scene to the headlines of the music edition, it immediately attracted countless attention.

Regarding the evaluation of the MV, netizens have mixed opinions. Those who like it say it is visual art, and those who hate it say it is vulgar and vulgar. The two factions debate and accuse each other, which has triggered a long hot discussion.

While everyone was arguing, in another hidden circle, Feng Hao's MV caused an uproar.

Ling Lang's next movie was finally finalized, and the producer decided to let him play the role of the emperor. During these days, he was idle at home, reading history books or trying to figure out the script every day. In the rest of the time, he also cultivated a A new hobby—although this hobby is extremely inconsistent with his identity—that is diving online to watch other people's discussions on Feng Hao's MV.

Apart from Feng Hao's official forum, the place where he dives most is Weibo. Since he messed around with Feng Hao's Weibo last time, Ling Lang hasn't logged in for a while.

Supporters and opponents are still arguing tirelessly under that Weibo post. After such a long time, the arguments of both sides have nothing new, so Ling Lang quickly dragged the comments thinking that he could almost give up this new hobby. At that moment, an inappropriate reply appeared in his field of vision.

——I really want to be that chair, to be sat under by you.

Ling Lang frowned. The profile picture of this person was a man wearing leather shoes, and it was taken from the angle of the sole of the shoe. He felt something was wrong and clicked on the other person's homepage, but accidentally discovered a new world.

The first few microblogs forwarded by that person were all photos of men's feet, some wearing leather shoes, some wearing sneakers, some wearing white socks, and even a picture of a naked man stepping on his feet, the man's head was slapped Mosaic, black collar and bracelets around the neck and wrists.

Ling Lang continued to look down, and finally saw a Weibo post about Feng Hao's MV that he forwarded, but it was not from Feng Hao, but from another person.That person sent a screenshot of the restaurant, it was Feng Hao sitting on the sofa with his fingers clasped around his mouth, his eyes fell on the tea table propped up by four naked men beside him.

On the picture, the blogger also added a paragraph of text, the text is very short, only ten words plus a punctuation mark: every owner's ultimate dream.

Ling Lang clicked in again, and the retweets of this Weibo were surprisingly high, but the comment atmosphere below was completely different from outside.

——This is also my dream, but unfortunately this dream will probably never come true.

——Hehe, it’s a good idea. Is there anyone willing to be your master’s sofa?

——This master is so handsome, I am willing to do whatever he wants me to do.

——It can’t be more exciting, it’s hard to think about it.

——Where is the source of the picture?Please please.

Soon someone answered him below.

——It's a shot from the MV "Waiting for You to Look Up". The singer's name is Feng Hao. You can search for it.

Someone else replied.

——I found it. I haven’t heard of this singer before. Is it a newcomer?The song is not bad, but why did he make this MV?

——Is the singer a member of the circle?I found his Weibo, follow and have a look.

Ling Lang read all the way, except for discussing Feng Hao's content, half of them were envious of Feng Hao himself, and the other half were envious of the sofa, and everyone's profile pictures were similar.He clicked on a few at random, and Ling Lang was amazed when he saw the photos on Weibo. Only then did he know that such a group of people existed.

Hearing the sound of the key turning the door lock, he didn't even have time to close the client. He hurriedly pressed the POWER button, put the tablet aside, put on Feng Hao's shirt and got out of bed, and when he fastened the last button, Feng Hao just entered the house.

"Reading the script again?" Feng Hao asked with a smile. He knew that Ling Lang had just gotten off the bed when he saw Ling Lang didn't even have time to put on his underwear. Follow the bed rules.

"...Well," Ling Lang glanced at the script spread out on the bed with a guilty conscience. Next to the script was a tablet with a black screen. What he saw by accident just now made him a little nervous, and subconsciously lied to Feng Hao.

"When a person is lying, his eyes will look down." Feng Hao dismissed him lightly, "Didn't you learn it in acting class?"

Ling Lang didn't expect that such a small detail would be noticed by him, and he was a little overwhelmed with surprise.

Feng Hao walked up to him and picked up the tablet from the bedside. Ling Lang wanted to stop him but didn't dare. He watched a large-scale picture appear on the screen. In the picture, a naked man with a blindfold was kneeling He licked the leather shoes in front of him intoxicatedly on the ground.

Feng Hao dropped the picture calmly, then quickly scanned other content on Weibo, and finally his eyes fell back on Ling Lang.There was no expression on his face, but Ling Lang knew that this was a sign of his displeasure.

The tablet was thrown back on the bed, Feng Hao also sat down, and gave a faint order, "Kneel down."

The quiet order sounded like a bolt from the blue, Ling Lang was frightened and immediately knelt down.

"Why are you looking at this?"

Feng Hao's voice was calm, but it was precisely this that made Ling Lang feel afraid, "...I accidentally clicked in."

"the first time?"

Ling Lang nodded hurriedly.

"You're curious, so there's nothing wrong with taking a look," Feng Hao crossed his legs and lifted Ling Lang's chin with the tip of his shoe, "but why are you lying?"

Ling Lang carefully glanced at Feng Hao, then quickly looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Although it's just an insignificant lie, lying is lying, there is no distinction between seriousness and severity. Tell me, how do you want to be punished?"

Feng Hao's leather shoes were on his lips, and the pictures he saw just now were still lingering in Ling Lang's mind. He still clearly remembered that when he saw those pictures for the first time, he substituted himself into a certain party unconsciously, and even died because of it. Feeling bursts of excitement.

By coincidence, Ling Lang turned his head away, his lips were getting closer and closer to the target, and when he was about to make intimate contact, the target suddenly moved away from him.He raised his head in disappointment, and there was a smile on the corner of Feng Hao's mouth, but the smile was cold and didn't reach his eyes at all.

"Did you make a mistake?" Feng Hao patted his face lightly with his toes, "This is a reward, not a punishment, and you can't even tell the difference between the two? Can I praise you?"

Ling Lang didn't know what to do, so he could only kneel quietly.

Feng Hao's toes went all the way down, and finally landed on Ling Lang's naked lower body. The moment he touched it, it was as if an electric current passed through Ling Lang's body, and his organs seemed to be on fire, instantly congested and swelled, but Being stepped on by Feng Hao restrained his movement.

On Ling Lang's first night, he was also treated like this by Feng Hao, but at that time he was already in a state of excitement, and he was far from the feeling that his body had quickly entered a state of excitement.

Feng Hao only used a little bit of strength to grind it twice, Ling Lang immediately looked unbearably emotional, panting heavily, his gaze fell directly on the opponent's face, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

Feng Hao smiled slightly, but when he spoke again, he said something else, "I originally wanted to tell you some good news today."

Ling Lang's attention was all focused on his lower body, he couldn't listen to what Feng Hao was saying, he felt numb from his heart to his fingertips, then from his fingertips back to his heart, and finally up to his scalp.

He just wanted Feng Hao to continue his movements, but the other party refused to do what he wanted, and his feet stayed where they were, motionless.

Feng Hao didn't move, so he had no choice but to move secretly, wanting to relieve the pain through friction, but Feng Hao found out immediately, and sternly stopped, "Don't move."

Ling Lang's movements immediately froze in half.

"What do you think is punishment?"

Only then did Ling Lang understand what he wanted to do, swallowed, and knelt obediently, but his eyes still drifted downward from time to time.

Feng Hao slowed down, "My good news is..."

He smiled, "We're going to be working together again soon."

It took a while for the distracted Ling Lang to digest this sentence, and his attention was successfully diverted, "What do you mean?"

His eyes fell on his own script, "Could it be...?"

Feng Hao nodded with a smile, "That's what you think."

Ling Lang didn't expect Feng Hao to be in the same play as him again, "Which character?"

"Loyal minister."

As an emperor, Ling Lang has two important and equal ministers around him, just like the elements that every court drama must have, one is a loyal minister and the other is a treacherous minister.Although the emperor was upright and strict, he was inevitably kept in the dark by the loyal and treacherous ministers. He believed in slander for a while and almost made a big mistake. Fortunately, with the help of loyal ministers, he eradicated the evil forces in the end.

Although Feng Hao has the face of a loyal minister, he has been playing villains since his debut. This is probably his first positive screen image since his filming.

But Ling Lang's immediate reaction was not this, "Why do we always work together to shoot the same movie?"

"Probably because of fate?" Feng Hao was still in the mood to joke.

Of course Ling Lang wouldn't believe it.

"Well, I knew you took this one, so I went to ask the director for it," Feng Hao changed his words.

Ling Lang didn't believe it even more, the word "begging" was never Feng Hao's style.

"We always appear together, and the audience will experience aesthetic fatigue."

Feng Hao smiled, "As long as I don't get tired, as for the audience," he smiled, "They will get used to it."

"We're going to be in the same crew for another few months, aren't you happy?" Feng Hao moved his toes, and Ling Lang's distracted attention returned to his lower body.

Feng Hao was obviously teasing him, but Ling Lang couldn't stand his teasing at all, and he was provoked to lust that he shouldn't have.

He swallowed, and boldly called Feng Hao, "Master..."

"No," Feng Hao retracted his foot instead, "I said it was a punishment, and it was a punishment. It's the first offense this time, so forget it. If there is a next time..."

He didn't say the last few words, but this kind of unknown blank space seemed to be more intimidating, making Ling Lang not dare to violate it in the slightest.

"As for those messy photos..." Feng Hao hooked the corner of his lips, "If you want to see it, you can do whatever you want, and it can be used as a teaching material."

He bent down, and his sharp eyes captured Ling Lang completely, "If you learn anything, show me one by one."

A few days after knowing that Feng Hao had also taken over the filming of this movie, Ling Lang received a notice that the main members of the crew would have a small meeting, and the agreed place was a meeting room in Ye's Building.

The two arrived earlier than the agreed time, and the others hadn't come yet. For some reason, only one chair was placed in the conference room. Ling Lang naturally let Feng Hao sit, and he leaned against the conference table next to him. , The two picked up the script and matched their lines with each other.

After Feng Hao finished reading the last sentence of a page, he turned the page casually, and the paper that was stuck on the next page fell out and landed at the door a few steps away.

Ling Lang saw it, and walked over to pick it up without thinking. As soon as he squatted down, a pair of black high boots appeared in front of him, and stepped on the paper impartially under his feet.

Ling Lang followed the boots and looked up, only to see a person wearing a black sexy leather jacket and leather pants, looking down at him, his eyes full of probing.

He suddenly felt something was wrong, stood up quickly, and stared back at the past with cold eyes.

The man's eyes first turned around on Feng Hao who was sitting, and then turned back to Ling Lang, looking at the two of them with some playfulness.

After looking back and forth for a long time, he took a step back unhurriedly, bent down to pick up the page on the ground, and when he raised his head again, there was already an unruly smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Lang's eyes darkened, and the other party's arrogant demeanor made him instinctively alert to this person.

The man didn't seem to care about Ling Lang's hostility at all, he raised his eyebrows frivolously, "How could you let the emperor do such a thing, it's really rude."