Waiting Upon You

When Wu Guanfeng arrived at the film studio, a man who looked like a florist was holding a large bouquet of lilies and looking at the door.

He passed by him, lifted his sunglasses, and put on what he thought was the most attractive expression, "Do you need help?"

"Hello, someone wants me to give this bouquet of flowers to Ling Lang."

Wu Guanfeng took the flowers with a copy in his hand, "I am willing to help."

"Ah, no, that person wants me to hand it to myself," the flower shop boy reached out to snatch it, but it was in vain.

Wu Guanfeng shook his finger, "Little brother, do you know how many fans try to get close to their idols every day by sending flowers, couriers, and pizza? Ling Lang is not someone you can meet whenever you want."

"But……"

Wu Guanfeng hooked the opponent's chin frivolously with his index finger, "It's already an honor for you to meet me."

Taking advantage of the petrified efforts of the florist boy, Wu Guanfeng had already walked a few meters away, and he still swung the bouquet with his back turned, "I will definitely deliver it on my behalf."

Wu Guanfeng was enjoying the bouquet in his hand while walking, "Lily, what do you mean?"

He took the bouquet to his nose and took a deep sniff, "Oh, it's quite fragrant."

"What is this?" He then noticed that there was a translucent sulfuric acid paper envelope inserted between the bouquets.

He completely disregarded that it was someone else's privacy, and opened it without authorization, revealing the pure white greeting card inside, and the paper printing was quite elegant.

As soon as the greeting card was opened, a strong fragrance came to the nostrils, and there was a line of beautiful small characters written on it - to my love, Lang.

"Tch," Wu Guanfeng laughed out loud, and put the greeting card back as it was.

Humming a little tune, he strode towards the lounge, but it was as if he walked into the clouds step by step, his legs became weaker and weaker, his pace became slower and slower, and finally his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Half an hour had passed since the filming started, and Wu Guanfeng still didn't show up. His assistant couldn't find him, and no one knew his whereabouts.

Wearing a costume, Ling Lang waited in the main hall, caught a glimpse of the dragon chair in the center, recalled the experience of last night, couldn't help dreaming.

"I want to play for real," Ling Lang's body trembled, Feng Hao stuck behind him at some point, and whispered affectionately in his ear, "After the filming is finished, let's take over the studio for a day, okay?"

Ling Lang's ears turned red, and Feng Hao was still breathing hot air in his ear, "When the time comes, you can play whatever scene you want to play, the Royal Study Room Imperial Garden, Sangong Sixth Courtyard, and do all of them."

Ling Lang was surprised that he had such a bold idea, but at the same time felt that he must be crazy, or else he would have longed for the beautiful scene he described.

"The imperial palace is so big, you are not afraid of dying," Ling Lang said in a low voice.

Feng Hao chuckled, "As long as the emperor doesn't want to be beheaded as a minister as soon as he finishes his work, that's fine."

Ling Lang knew that he was teasing what happened last night, and his face turned red. Because of the last line, he was forced to suffer for another hour, and was tortured by Feng Hao who turned him over and over again, and even made him suck his mouth. He tied the collar with the dragon robe strap, and led him around the house, meaning that the dog emperor paraded through the streets. Until now, his knees are still aching.

A large fan used by the emperor for tours was placed between the two of them, and the manager holding the fan was expressionless, "How proper is it to talk to the emperor in the hall above the hall."

Feng Hao took a step back with a smile, "Okay, Eunuch Ji."

The manager frowned, "Ji, you are tall! Who is Ji Gonggong!"

"Don't get so angry, Eunuch Ji."

"My surname is not Ji! Don't call me Ji Gonggong!... Bah, I'm not a father-in-law at all!"

They were having a good time here, and the others were already impatiently waiting, especially the director, whose expression was obviously not sullen.Wu Guanfeng's assistant broke out in a sweat. He called Wu Guanfeng's phone for the hundred and first time, but no one answered.

"Didn't you come with him this morning?" Someone asked the assistant.

"It's true that I came with him, but when he approached the door, he suddenly remembered that he didn't take something, and sent me back to get it," the assistant wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

"That's weird, everyone else is here, where can they go?"

The aunt who cleaned the film and television city ran over in a panic, "Hurry up, someone has passed out over there!"

Everyone rushed over when they heard this, Feng Hao and Ling Lang exchanged glances, and walked over one after the other.

The place where Wu Guanfeng fainted was the staff passage, and usually only the cleaning personnel would pass by. The assistant then remembered, "Brother Feng thinks there are too many people at the main entrance, so he usually walks this way."

After speaking, he bowed his head to greet Wu Guanfeng, "Brother Feng, Brother Feng?"

He pinched his men hard, but to no avail.

"It shouldn't be an ordinary shock." The person who spoke was Feng Hao. Everyone around him was in a panic, but he remained calm. "Send it to the hospital first."

If it wasn't for his reminder, everyone would have forgotten such basic common sense. Someone immediately took out their phone and called 120, and others hurriedly carried him to a well-ventilated place.

Wu Guanfeng was carried away, leaving a bouquet of lilies and an envelope on the ground. Someone wanted to pick them up, but Feng Hao stopped them.

"Hold on."

He fiddled with the bouquet with his toes, feeling suspicious, and a phone call brought in the bodyguards.

The bodyguard put on a mask and gloves, carefully inspected the bouquet, and then picked up the envelope.

"It's for Mr. Ling," the bodyguard reported to Feng Hao after reading the content on the card.

Feng Hao turned his head and exchanged glances with Ling Lang who was standing by the wall, and the latter was a little surprised when he heard the result.

Through the masks, the bodyguards could also smell the fragrance from the greeting card, which did not match its elegant appearance.

He immediately held his breath and put the greeting card back into the envelope as quickly as possible.

"Initial suspicion may be that there is a problem with the card. I will take it back to check immediately."

Feng Hao nodded, and the bodyguard quickly left with flowers and envelopes.

Feng Hao pondered for a while, then walked to Ling Lang's side, "Go back to the lounge and wait for me, don't come out."

Ling Lang didn't ask the reason, nodded and left.

Feng Hao saw that he had gone far away, so he walked to a remote corner, and made an overseas phone call to his elder brother.

"what happened?"

"I was just about to call you too," Brother Feng said in a relaxed tone, "The problem I created for Brother Yi Ludan has been solved by him, and he also caused us a little trouble in turn."

Feng Hao's face darkened, "Can't you find him yet?"

"He's as cunning as a fox now, he doesn't show up at all, and even the people he sends don't know where he is...Why, what's the matter with you again?" Brother Feng's voice sounded a little gloating , "I told you to lock up your little pet earlier, otherwise something will happen sooner or later."

Feng Hao lowered his voice, "Understood, I will go back in a few days."

"Aren't you filming?"

"I'll find a way to string together the drama."

"That would be great," Brother Feng exhaled pretending to be relieved, "If you don't come back, I will be tortured madly by the mountain of work."

The director counted the number of people, and picked a scene without Wu Guanfeng from the script to shoot. Since there were not enough extras to play the court lady, he improvised a few people wearing the costumes of the court lady, standing in an inconspicuous place in the distance as the background.

Ling Lang walked on the stone steps of the Imperial Garden, and he could always feel the gaze from afar. He raised his head and accurately locked on a person among a row of court ladies. Ling Lang rarely noticed strangers, but this person It felt so weird to him that he couldn't ignore it.

The woman looked about forty years old, her facial features were blurred if she was too far away, and there seemed to be some problems with her waist, and she was reprimanded by the theater manager for not standing up straight.

After the lunch break, Ling Lang went back to the Imperial Garden alone to practice walking, and felt that compelling gaze again.He turned his head, this time the maid was closer, he could see the face clearly, even though there were obvious signs of aging, he could still see that she was a beauty when she was young.

Ling Lang watched the man walking towards him slowly with a familiar face on his face, recalling it quickly in his mind, until the man inadvertently made a movement of brushing his hair, he suddenly realized, "It's you?"

The maid had already walked up to Ling Lang, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "So you still remember me."

Ling Lang couldn't believe his eyes. This person was actually one of the few actresses who had worked with him. He played a couple in "The Mermaid's Curse" with him. How many years ago did that happen? Now, he can't even remember the other party's name, but only vaguely remembers her surname is Joe.

But even so, she is not so old. In Ling Lang's impression, she is at most 35 years old, which is the age of many actresses in their prime.

"You..." Ling Lang hasn't contacted her since the "scandal" incident, and has no idea what happened to her all these years.

"You want to know why I became like this?" The maid grinned, her smile was full of sarcasm, "It's all thanks to you."

Ling Lang was startled, "What do you mean?"

"Senior."

Someone called Ling Lang behind him, and there could only be one person calling him that.

Ling Lang turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Feng Hao standing not far behind with a serious expression, "Come here."

Ling Lang was even more surprised, Feng Hao had always maintained the respect that a junior should have for a senior in front of others, and he had never given him such an order in public.

"I met an old man, and I want to say a few words to her," Ling Lang explained, regardless of whether it would be strange if there were outsiders present.

"Come here," Feng Hao repeated again.

Almost at the same time as him, the maid also said, "Don't you want to know?"

Ling Lang glanced back at her, then turned to Feng Hao and said, "I'll immediately..."

Feng Hao interrupted him mercilessly, his voice was colder than before, "Ling Lang, come here."

Hearing Feng Hao call his name, Ling Lang's heart shuddered, this was the first time they met face to face.

He immediately walked over without saying goodbye, and followed Feng Hao away.

Behind him that he couldn't see, the palace maid watched the backs of the two, with hatred gradually appearing in her eyes.

During the shooting in the afternoon, the extras were called back, and the maid was naturally replaced, and Ling Lang didn't see her again until the work was over.

Feng Hao didn't have many scenes, and spent most of his time sitting off the set. Ling Lang's filming was never interrupted, and the two of them didn't communicate for a whole afternoon.

After work was over, Ling Lang was stopped by the theater manager and informed him that he didn't have to attend tomorrow.Due to Wu Guanfeng's accident, the filming will be changed to another scene tomorrow without Ling Lang's part.

When Ling Lang went back to the lounge to take off his make-up, he found that Feng Hao had already left. When he walked out of the studio, he saw Feng Hao's car at the door.

Feng Hao used to fasten Ling Lang's seat belt every time he got in the car. He joked that it was because pets don't know how to wear a seat belt, so after driving a certain distance today, Ling Lang didn't realize it until the co-pilot's seat belt siren sounded. His seat belt was not fastened.

Feng Hao kept his eyes on the front from beginning to end, as if he didn't want to be disturbed, and Ling Lang didn't have a chance to speak until the two returned home.

"this afternoon……"

"I called you three times at noon today before you came here," Feng Hao interrupted him again, "I don't remember ever teaching you to be so unruly."

Ling Lang explained patiently, "I have worked with her before, and she has changed a lot. I just want to know what happened to her, nothing else."

"Violation of an order is a violation of an order, and there is no need for any explanation," Feng Hao's attitude was very tough, which aroused Ling Lang's rebellion.

"In public, I think I have the right to violate orders," Ling Lang's tone became unfriendly.

"On any occasion, you don't have this kind of right." Feng Hao shot his eyes sharper than ever, "It's up to me to decide whether to give an order, if I give an order in public, you can only obey it in public. "

"I just met an old acquaintance and wanted to say a few words to her. Isn't that okay?"

As soon as Ling Lang spoke, he was startled by his own volume. He had never spoken to Feng Hao with such an attitude before. He regretted it almost instantly, but the words he said were like water poured out, and he could accept it if he wanted to. No return.

Feng Hao stared at him coldly for a moment, then turned around, walked to the sofa and sat down without saying a word.

Ling Lang clenched his fist, walked up to him, and knelt down, "I'm sorry."

Feng Hao turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

Ling Lang stared at him, and repeated firmly, "I'm sorry."

Feng Hao didn't look sideways, as if there was no such person in the room.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet, Ling Lang frowned and stood up from the ground.

He turned and left the living room, went to the confinement room next door, got into the cage by himself, and closed the cage door heavily.