Waiting Upon You

In the nanny's car, the agent looked at this side and that side for a while. Ling Lang was closing his eyes and resting his mind. Feng Hao next to him was flipping through the magazines in his hands. First return to form after disappearing from public view for several months.

Ling Lang really had to forcibly stop all work as he said, and was devoted to accompanying Feng Hao in his recovery.When he first heard this decision from Ling Lang, the manager thought he was just a hot-blooded rush. Now that I think about it, it was a mistake to apply the adjective hot-blooded to this person.

But you really dare to give up on me, the manager gritted his teeth and complained in his heart, for the sake of one person, everyone else is ignored, this year's best actor is no longer your share, and the most irresponsible actor award is none other than you.

But despite being annoyed, he was still very glad that at least this level was passed without any risk. Thinking of this, he felt that the magazine in Feng Hao's hand was an eyesore, so he snatched it away.

"What to read, just stare at the book if your eyes are good, do you have the consciousness of a patient who has just recovered?"

Feng Hao helplessly raised his hand, showing a gesture of surrender, but he didn't argue, but turned his head to look at Ling Lang on the side.

The manager also followed his gaze. Ling Lang was wearing a long gray windbreaker today, with a rare scarf around his neck. Although the scarf matched the windbreaker very well, he felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.

"There's no wind in this car, don't you feel hot wearing a scarf?" The manager had to say something as soon as he thought of it, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.

Ling Lang was well aware of his temperament, and automatically filtered out useless words, but Feng Hao reached out to tidy up the scarf seriously after hearing this, "Recently, the senior's throat feels uncomfortable, I'm afraid he'll catch a cold."

When he was arranging the scarf, he secretly used his fingers to press down on Ling Lang's neck, and Ling Lang pursed his lips indistinctly.Feng Hao didn't give him a collar last night, and he also pretended to forget that he didn't take the initiative to take it. Who would have thought that this would be another small test for Feng Hao.As punishment, he had to go out wearing a collar all day today, which he called a comeback gift.

In the manager's eyes, this reminding action is blatant flirting, "If you show any affection early in the morning, your eyes will be blinded by you."

Ling Lang, who had been keeping his eyes closed for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes and gave him a sharp look. The manager suddenly felt that this kind of joke was really not suitable for a person who had just experienced blindness.

"Then what, I just said that casually, there is no other meaning."

Feng Hao sneered, "I don't mind."

The manager coughed a few times, and changed the topic, "You must be cautious when you speak later, you know, this time the incident is so big, and you have rested for so long, the media will not let it go without digging some serious information."

"Don't worry, I will try to say as little as possible if it has nothing to do with today's event," Feng Hao cooperated obediently.

"That's good," the manager nodded, then suddenly remembered something, "About this accident..."

"What is the official unified caliber?"

"A gas explosion caused by an accidental fire on the set," the agent said with confidence, as if it was true.

Feng Hao lowered his head and smiled, nodded as if accepting the reason, but Ling Lang said, "Which crew is so reluctant to put gas tanks on the set?"

The manager scowled, "Leave this issue to the media to worry about."

The media's worries were far more than this one. The babysitter's car was surrounded by water as soon as it arrived at the destination. Think about the attention Ling Lang received when he first won the Best Actor award.

When Feng Hao got out of the car, he had a pair of oversized sunglasses on his face. He used the excuse that he could wear sunglasses indoors because he was recovering. Ling Lang didn't get such good treatment. He hadn't received a flashlight for several months. He couldn't help frowning slightly because of his slight discomfort.

After the protagonist was seated, all kinds of questions came flooding in. The host was sweating profusely emphasizing today's theme, but it didn't work at all against the menacing media. Feng Hao's signature smile hung on the corner of Feng Hao's mouth from beginning to end, matching the expression on the side The cold and arrogant Ling Lang formed a stark contrast.

Seeing that the host was getting more and more unable to hold the scene, Feng Hao thoughtfully gave him a pause gesture, and cleared his throat with the microphone next to his mouth.

"I know everyone here today must have a lot of questions to ask..."

Hearing him speak, the scene quickly fell silent, only the sound of the shutter clicking.

I don't know whether it was unintentional or deliberate, Feng Hao paused, and then said again, "But first..."

As soon as he finished these four words, all the bright lights in the room were suddenly extinguished, and the heavy curtains blocked the sunlight. The sudden accident made the reporters forget the shutter in their hands, and the daylight turned into a dark day in the blink of an eye. night.

Sudden loss of vision made people panic. They didn't know what would happen next. They wanted to move but there were people in all directions, and they were in a hurry to find lighting equipment. Many people exclaimed uncontrollably, and the whole scene was in chaos.

The moment the light went out, Ling Lang was startled for a moment, then wrapped his hand around the back of his head, and turned his face in another direction.

"Don't be afraid," Ling Lang heard Feng Hao's voice ringing in his ears, the deep words stood out from the crowd's panicked exclamations, and instantly calmed him down.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar breath filled his nose and mouth, and it took a few seconds for the soft touch to make him realize that Feng Hao had stolen a kiss in front of countless media, and it was not acting.

Ling Lang was stunned by Feng Hao's bold and outrageous behavior. Fortunately, Feng Hao didn't intend to be in love for a long time, so he quickly stole a kiss and left. It seemed as if it had been discussed, and the lighting in the room was restored immediately after the kiss was over. , everyone regained their vision, and the commotion caused by the accident slowly subsided after they found that their safety was not threatened.

After everyone quieted down again, Feng Hao smiled mysteriously and continued the topic just now.

"I know, the accident just now surprised everyone. We are all lucky to be born with a pair of bright and healthy eyes, which can see the things around us clearly. But have we ever thought that if we are deprived of vision, the world will be different. how?"

He paused again for a long time, the surroundings were quieter this time, everyone was attracted by what he said, and even the shutter sound was much reduced.

"For the past few months, I have been in this darkness. I think everyone has experienced it just now. Try to recall how you felt at that time, and then multiply this feeling by the multiple of time, and you will Understand how I feel."

"I'm also very lucky to be able to come out of that darkness and regain the light, and I can sit here again and see everyone, but," Feng Hao emphasized, "There are still many people in this world who don't As lucky as you and me, some people may not be able to see the light from birth, and some people may be deprived of the ability to see things, but they are not completely hopeless, as long as some help within their capabilities, their lives may be changed .”

He turned his head and looked at Ling Lang, "This is the reason why we are here today, I know, compared to the gossip and scandal between us, this reason is not able to attract the attention of the audience at all..."

Some people in the audience laughed, and when they finished laughing, Feng Hao continued with a smile, "But compared to 'I prefer to watch', 'being able to see' is more important."

Applause erupted at the scene, and Feng Hao continued, "I think you will have plenty of time to care about the topics you care about in the future, so today, as the first charity event for Teacher Ling and my comeback, please let us do something more meaningful okay?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the reporter to make a statement, and turned his head directly to signal the host to continue. The reporter couldn't cross the line when he saw this. The host wiped his sweat, relieved, and quickly brought the topic on the right track.

"How is it?" Feng Hao asked Ling Lang in a low voice, taking advantage of the reporter's questioning skills.

Ling Lang's mood was still immersed in the bold kiss just now, and even after years of acting skills, he couldn't hide the slight blush on his cheeks.

"It's too risky," he thought for a long time and could only come up with these four words. How could the other party be so sure that there was no reporter to press the shutter on the fly.

The smile on Feng Hao's mouth grew stronger, "For such a meaningful thing, it's worth taking a little risk."

"How is it?" At the same time, the voice of the assistant asking for credit came from the agent's mobile phone.

Seeing a large wave of zombies being dealt with by Feng Hao in twos and twos, although the manager felt a little messy, he couldn't accept the result.

"How am I doing?" the assistant asked on the phone.

The manager rolled his eyes, and finally decided to praise him, "You pulled the switch well."

Not far away from the field, a paparazzi dressed as a standard reporter squatted on the ground staring at a certain event sign in front of him in a daze. The eye-catching Mohs logo on the sign did not know what inspired him. It was not until the assistant called him three times that he came back to his senses. Come.

"What did you say?" the paparazzi asked as if returning from another world.

The assistant also rolled his eyes in his heart. Since the paparazzi first broke the same-sex scandal between the actor and the newcomer, they have dug up many blockbuster bombs one after another. The sales of the newspaper have increased tenfold in a short period of time. Promising Entertainment, not only put in effort to focus on training, but also specially assigned him as an intern to be his assistant.It's not that the paparazzi is difficult to get along with, it's just that the span of his thinking jumps too far, so he can't always keep up.

"You specially dressed up as a reporter to sneak into the venue today..."

Before the assistant finished speaking, he was interrupted by the paparazzi, "I was originally a reporter."

"...Okay," the assistant echoed helplessly, "Even if you are a policeman, you are also a plainclothes policeman. You put on a uniform today, but you didn't go in for an interview. What are you doing here?"

"Interview?" The paparazzi shrugged and asked back, "What is the interview? How many blind people in our country are urgently waiting for the cornea transplant fee?"

"This..." the assistant was stopped by the question.

The paparazzi continued, "Even if you can ask questions, so what, the external caliber is uniform. Which crew do you think is so reluctant to put gas tanks on the set?"

The assistant wiped off his sweat, "It's not a day or two since the IQ of the brokerage company's entertainment media, but they insist on us, what can we do, can you really not be a reporter and a plainclothes to investigate the case?"

The paparazzi shrugged, turned his eyes back to the billboard, looked at it for a while, and opened his mouth thoughtfully.

"Ling Yingdi's other charitable fund seems to be donated to this organization."

The assistant followed him and suddenly realized, "You mean the Mo's Charity Foundation? Ling Lang donates a large amount of money every year, and he never misses activities. Everyone knows that."

The paparazzi didn't know whether they were asking questions or talking to themselves, "The last one was yes, this one is still, why is it always Mohs... Is it really just an ordinary relationship between the foundation and the donor?"

After hearing his words, the assistant was confused at first, but after a while, he was suddenly enlightened and punched, "So this is the focus of your next step? Celebrities in the entertainment industry and well-known foundations secretly colluded with a show to launder black money and abuse donations?"

The paparazzi rolled his eyes at the excited assistant, "Snake spirit."

The assistant shrank immediately after being splashed with cold water, "Then what do you mean?"

"Let me ask you," the paparazzi pointed at the sign, "how much do you know about this Mr. Mo?"

The assistant thought for a while, and the last word he could think of was only one word, "He is very mysterious."

"Oh?"

"No one knows Mr. Mo, but no one has ever seen Mr. Mo. Mo's property is very large, but no one can tell what kind of business he is in. He has invested in many fields, which is true. It has been well documented. The charitable foundation has done a lot, so it sounds like a good person, but there are many rumors in the underworld."

Hearing the assistant's description, the paparazzi couldn't help but burst out laughing, "He's really everywhere and omnipotent."

"That's the truth, don't worry if you don't believe it," the assistant shrugged subconsciously imitating the paparazzi's habits, "I only know that Mr. Mo is a person in the industry who can cover the sky with one hand, and the news he doesn't want to be exposed, the second It will not appear in any media in the morning, and the person he wants to make popular can sweep the streets and alleys of the city that night."

"Like the movie emperor Ling back then?"

"You'd better not ask me about this. I was still a little-known middle school student when Ling Lang became popular."

The paparazzi stared at him for a long while, "The attributive still hasn't changed."

The assistant was speechless, "...Thank you."

There was commotion in the arena, the paparazzi looked back and stood up, "It seems that the inside is over."

Upon hearing the words, the assistant immediately made a posture of combat preparation, "Are we going?"

"Go up and ask about the cornea, or about the gas tank?"

"..." The assistant was speechless again, "Then today will be in vain? What will you bring to the editor-in-chief when you go back?"

The paparazzi didn't reply, looking at the direction the two came out from, he fell into deep thought again.

As soon as the assistant saw this familiar posture, he knew that he was wandering again, so he decided to give up on him. Regardless of Sanqi 21, he went up to grab a few photos first, but unexpectedly, he was grabbed by the collar from behind after taking a step.

"If it's too late, we won't be able to catch up," the assistant said anxiously.

"Are you cold?" The paparazzi asked inexplicably.

"Huh?" The assistant's eyes widened. What was it that came out of nowhere?

"Is the temperature low today? Is it windy?"

"Also...well..." The assistant was completely out of the situation, and answered instinctively.

The paparazzi was already running towards the densest crowd, and the assistant followed quickly, listening to the paparazzi's quick explanation while chasing.

"I've been with Actor Ling for so long, unless the weather is very cold, he never likes to wear scarves, hats, gloves and other odds and ends."

The assistant opened his mouth wide in surprise, observing too carefully.

"And if I remember correctly, this scarf belongs to Feng Hao. He went to the southern hemisphere to take pictures in the summer. Because of the cold weather, he bought the scarf, took pictures and posted it on Weibo."

At this moment, the assistant wanted to look at him with admiration.

"If a person who doesn't like wearing scarves wears someone else's scarf in non-cold weather, we can suspect him..."

"What do you want to cover up," the assistant said quickly.

The paparazzi turned around and gave him an appreciative look, "I can assure you, it's definitely a hickey."

The assistant pushed aside the crowd and began to squeeze in, "It may also be a scar."

"No matter what it is, it's enough to write a front page, are you ready?"

The assistant raised the camera high, "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Although it's a bit difficult, but..."

The paparazzi's last words were lost in the noisy crowd. The assistant saw the target squeeze behind the target, and used the crowded crowd to pretend to stumble and fall on Ling Lang.

It's now!The assistant pressed the continuous shooting shutter without thinking. This is a godsend opportunity. What news can be more explosive than the hickey on the neck of the lonely and arrogant actor?