Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang fell into a drowsy sleep, as if a copper bell was ringing in his ears all the time.Feng Hao really didn't let him get out of bed for two days as he said, the bell rang non-stop, first in reality, then in a dream, and in the end even he himself couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

He turned over and waved his hand twice impatiently, as if he wanted to drive away the source of disturbing his dream, but the voice still came to his ears intermittently, and it became more and more clear.

Ling Lang struggled to open his eyes, and finally confirmed that the sound was not a dream, but came from his mobile phone on the bedside table not far away. Accompanied by the familiar sound of copper bells, the screen of the mobile phone also lit up.

He took the phone over in confusion, and it showed a completely unfamiliar caller—lover.

Ling Lang rubbed his eyes and stared at those two words for three seconds, as if he wanted to figure out what the combination of these two words meant.When he was in a daze, probably because no one answered the phone for too long, the ringing stopped, but soon the other party called again, this time Ling Lang pressed the answer button, and hesitantly said hello.

A more magnetic voice came from the microphone due to the filtering of the current, "Haven't you woke up yet? My little lazy dog."

Hearing this voice, Ling Lang felt his blood rushing to the top of his head in an instant, and the sleepiness he had just evaporated and disappeared in an instant.

"What ringtone did you set for me?" Ling Lang suddenly realized Feng Hao's evil intentions, and couldn't help laughing.

"Of course it's the ringtone you are most familiar with, don't you like it?" Feng Hao asked with a smile.

Ling Lang turned over again, "Don't use the trick of training animals to reflex on me."

"How dare you say you didn't respond?"

Ling Lang lifted the quilt to take a look. Little Ling Lang had exhausted too much physical strength in the past 48 hours, and now he struggled to raise his head again.

"No," Ling Lang said duplicity.

"Liar is a puppy," Feng Hao said with a smile.

"...Wang."

"Who is Feng Hao talking on the phone with, smiling so happily," the assistant came in holding a stack of CDs, and the first thing he saw was Feng Hao who was leaning against the window and holding his phone with a sweet smile on his face.

The manager glared in Feng Hao's direction, "Is there even a need to ask?"

"Ah," the assistant said shortly, "I'm sorry, I seem to have poked your pain point, Dad."

The agent pointed at her angrily, "Don't mention those two words to me again!"

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Feng Hao angrily, and the assistant behind him blinked innocently a few times, "Okay...PAPA."

In that room, Feng Hao was still happily chatting with Ling Lang.

"What's the matter with the contact name?" Ling Lang asked.

"I originally wanted to write about the master, but your mobile phone is often left with the assistant. I'm afraid I'll scare her."

"Are you sure your lover won't scare her?"

"Then what should I do? Change to a lover?"

"President Feng?"

"It feels like you're talking about my elder brother, where is Young Master Feng?"

"At first glance, it looks like a dude who takes care of a starlet."

"Then..." Feng Hao was still thinking about it when he was interrupted by the menacing manager.

"Go to work! Still calling! Deduct your salary!"

Feng Hao looked at the call time speechlessly, "I only talked for 10 minutes."

"10 minutes!" The agent almost jumped up, "Do you know that sometimes all he talks to me all day doesn't exceed 10 minutes!"

Feng Hao suddenly realized when he heard the words, "So you are jealous, Dad."

"Don't call me Dad!!" The manager went crazy, "You have half an hour to sign your pile of CDs! And you!" He yelled at the phone again, "That sleeper, get up quickly!" Already working!"

Feng Hao lifted the phone to his ear helplessly, and sighed long, "You heard it too, I really deserve Alexander if my lover has such a father, let's do this first, and we'll talk later at night."

"Evening?" The other side was puzzled.

"I'm going to the next city later, I might not be able to go back tonight," Feng Hao replied regretfully.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, "Okay."

"Call something."

"Ah."

"Call me if you miss me."

"……Um."

Feng Hao wanted to kiss another farewell kiss, but he caught sight of the manager who was about to spit fire out of the corner of his eye, and quickly hung up the phone.Ling Lang stared at the code name in the address book for a while, and touched his neck with his left hand, only to realize that the collar had already been taken off by Feng Hao.

He swayed uncontrollably after getting out of bed, and quickly supported the wall. His legs were so weak that they didn't look like his own. After taking a shower, his strength returned to his body little by little.

The breakfast prepared by Feng Hao was still warm, and while eating, he scanned the day's itinerary. Sure enough, as the manager said, the schedule of announcements was very full. For the next whole day, he was rushing like a rush. Running around, he has not experienced this busy feeling for a long time.

By the time he got home it was close to midnight and he didn't want to do anything but throw himself on the bed.After lying down for a while, I suddenly remembered about the phone, took out the phone and looked, there was no missed call from Feng Hao, it must be very busy over there.

Ling Lang looked at the time and decided not to disturb him, followed Feng Hao's rules and went to bed until the first ray of sunlight woke him up in the morning.

The expected copper bell did not ring. Ling Lang picked up the phone and hesitated for a long time whether to call it to say good morning. It was not until the same copper bell sounded from the microphone that he realized that he had accidentally pressed the dial button in a daze.

Ling Lang was stunned for two seconds, and immediately understood what was going on. Feng Hao not only set his ringtone as a copper bell, but even the ringtone he dialed was the same one. Feng Hao was able to remind Ling Lang of his identity. In the details, it is simply painstaking.

He looked at a certain part that had just shown signs of fatigue and regained his energy. He simply didn't know whether to admire Feng Hao's good intentions, or worry that this trick really worked for him.

During his self-contradictory time, the bell rang many times, was never answered, and eventually went to voicemail.

Ling Lang frowned. It was common for him not to be able to answer the phone at work. At this time, the phone would be handed over to the assistant for safekeeping. Even if Feng Hao couldn't answer it, the assistant would answer it for him, or was it because she was horrified by the name of the caller?

I don't know how Feng Hao kept it, is he a lover just like himself?

After Ling Lang washed up, he came to the restaurant as usual, and the deserted table reminded him of the fact that Feng Hao hadn't come back.

Since the last time he went on a diet and went on a diet, his body had a sequelae, and he would have stomach pains if he didn't eat breakfast.When Feng Hao was healthy, he got up early every day to prepare breakfast for him, even when he was blind, he would supervise him every day.

As usual, Ling Lang would definitely finish his breakfast before going out, but today this rule was broken after he checked the time. Before he got in the car, he called Feng Hao again, but there was still no one answering.

"Welcome," the proprietress raised her head when she heard the sound of the restaurant door being pushed open. Today's weather is cloudy and there is no sunshine, but the person who came here wore a pair of sunglasses, lowered his head slightly, and half of his face was hidden.

This time was no longer the peak time for breakfast. There were a few scattered tables in the restaurant, and the man walked to the most inconspicuous corner and sat down, ordering a set meal.

The marketing of this restaurant is doing well. The lady proprietress considerately launched the service of buying breakfast and delivering newspapers according to everyone's interests and hobbies during breakfast. Ling Lang read the newspapers while waiting for the meal.

If someone opens the newspaper one morning and is accustomed to seeing his own photo in the most prominent position on the front page, he is either the head of state or an entertainment star.However, today, Ling Lang, who is used to being in the headlines, can no longer be flattered or humiliated as usual.

He has seen all kinds of reports about himself, praised, critical, true, fabricated... But there has never been one that made him feel like he was in the ice cave like today.

This is the third time that the gossiping proprietress has secretly looked in the direction of the man in the sunglasses. He is like an iceberg, exuding an aura that no one should get close to, but at the same time he is like a luminous body, making people avoid him and at the same time Can't help but focus on him.

It had been 10 minutes since breakfast was served, but the man still had no intention of eating, and his attention was all on the newspaper in front of him.

The proprietress was curious about what news was more attractive than her own breakfast, so she simply picked up a copy, opened it, and the headline was printed on the most eye-catching position——The man behind the iceberg surfaced, and the rumor that the actor was taken care of was confirmed !

The proprietress had no time to pay attention to the full page of typefaces, but the photo of the protagonist in the middle caught her attention—this man looks so familiar, as if she has seen it somewhere.

No, she turned her mind to denying herself, he is a well-known movie star, of course she couldn't have seen him, even she, who is not a fan of stars, has several DVDs of him at home.

But where does this eerie sense of familiarity come from?The proprietress raised her head suddenly, could it be...

She suddenly remembered that she had a friend who worked in a newspaper, and dialed the other party's phone without thinking.

"Hello, what's the matter?" As soon as the phone was connected, there was an urging voice from there.

The proprietress didn't know why she deliberately lowered her voice, "Hey, are you at the newspaper office?"

"No, I'm outside."

The proprietress gave a low cough, "Listen to me..."

As soon as she said four words, she was hurriedly interrupted by the opposite party, "I have a very important press conference to be held here. I will talk about it later if I have anything to do."

"Hello, hello?" The only answer to the lady boss was a series of busy tones.Looking at the hung up phone, she reluctantly raised the phone, took a photo from the most hidden angle and sent it. Sure enough, within three seconds, the phone rang again.

"Where did you take the picture?" The other party's voice couldn't restrain the excitement, "ah, it was in your store, right? He went to eat at your place, right? Alone? How long have you been there? Can you think about it? How to keep him?"

The proprietress was frightened by her friend's barrage of questions, and she only had time to answer the last one, "I'm a restaurant, not a police station. If he wants to leave, can I stop him?"

"I'll be there soon, try to help me stabilize!" The friend hung up the phone without any explanation, and the proprietress could already foresee that someone was turning the steering wheel in a hurry.

She peeked into the corner again, she didn't care if she could keep the man, but how the food on the table was brought over, it was still in the same place now, without any movement.

Ling Lang's third call was to his manager, but this time someone answered it very quickly, and the background sound was as noisy as he imagined.

"Hey, listen to me, the situation this time is quite special... Sorry, we are not accepting interviews right now... Don't worry, we are already trying to figure it out... Don't comment, excuse me, excuse me, please excuse me!"

With a loud closing sound, the noise was blocked outside the door, and the manager took a breath.

"A little accident happened to the plan, but it's not that bad. Don't be in a hurry. You must, you must, you must stay at home today. Don't go out. All announcements are suspended," he emphasized three musts in a row, even if There is no way in my heart that Ling Lang will obediently do what he says.

"Where's Feng Hao?" Ling Lang asked briefly.

The manager didn't expect that his first question would be this, and he didn't realize it for a while, "Huh?"

"He doesn't answer my calls," Ling Lang explained briefly.

"Maybe it's because I can't get out, it's too messy here."

Ling Lang paused, "Has he read the newspaper too?"

"Hmm..." the manager faltered.

Ling Lang immediately understood three points, "Did you see it?"

The manager supported his forehead. It was hard to explain this kind of thing in a few words, but if he didn't explain it, the other party couldn't help thinking wildly, "That's right, we found out about this matter through the inside line of the newspaper office in the middle of the night last night."

He waited until there was no reply from the other party, and then continued, "In the past, this kind of news would never have appeared in the newspaper the next day."

"But this time, I don't know who is behind Huyu's backing,...the pressure from over there didn't work," the manager uttered a single word when he said this, but fortunately Ling Lang didn't pursue it.

"Things are a little out of control, but we have already figured out how to deal with it." Although he didn't want to help someone, he finally added through gritted teeth, "Don't misunderstand Feng Hao, he didn't deliberately not answer your call .”

"understood."

The phone was hung up quickly, and Ling Lang's neat reply made the manager wonder whether the other party believed his words or not.

However, time has not allowed him to think about it. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the manager opened the door with the determination to die.