Waiting Upon You

"Please wait!"

Ling Lang, who had already got up and left, heard this voice, turned around and pointed to the money on the table, indicating that he had already paid.

"Ah, no," the proprietress racked her brains and had an idea when she saw the money, "I haven't given you change yet."

"No need," Ling Lang whispered back to her, turned around and wanted to leave again.

"No," the proprietress said in a firm tone, "We don't accept tips here."

Hearing this, Ling Lang had no choice but to stay and wait for the proprietress to change the money. It seemed that there was not much change in the store, and the other party still couldn't find it after waiting for a long time.

"Are you ready?" Ling Lang asked impatiently.

"Okay, okay," the proprietress saw that she couldn't delay any longer, so she had to take out the change she had found a long time ago, "Excuse me..."

Ling Lang paused for a moment with the hand that was stretched out to receive the money.

"Is breakfast not to your liking?"

Seeing the other party raise her head in confusion, the proprietress quickly compared to the seat where Ling Lang was sitting just now, "Well, I saw you didn't even move..."

"I'm in a hurry."

Ling Lang obviously didn't want to spend too much time with her. Seeing that the other party was about to walk out of the restaurant, the proprietress said without thinking, "I'm your fan, can you sign it for me?"

As soon as this remark came out, the proprietress suddenly felt that something was wrong, and as expected, the person in front quickly turned his head, and he could feel the chill in the eyes of the other person through the sunglasses.

The few people left in the restaurant, upon hearing the commotion, all looked this way at the same time, wanting to know what happened.

"I said I was in a hurry," Ling Lang refused mercilessly. The proprietress watched the other party stride out, hating why her turtle friend hadn't arrived yet.

A gust of whirlwind blew open the door of the restaurant, and the reporter who hurried in was panting and speechless, turned his head like a meerkat and looked around the restaurant a few times, but failed to find the target, and turned to the proprietress to say "someone" gesture.

The proprietress was too excited to speak, she pointed her finger in the direction of the gate, the reporter understood, and rushed out again.

As soon as the sharp-eyed reporter left the door, he caught sight of a black figure out of the corner of his eye. If I remember correctly, in the photo sent to him by the proprietress just now, the person suspected of Ling Lang was wearing such a black coat.

He rushed over without thinking, and stopped the car door that the other party was about to close at the last second.

"It's really you?!" The reporter exclaimed excitedly, as if the big news that would shock the whole city tomorrow had already been bagged.

Looking at the camera in the opponent's hand and the reporter card on his chest, Ling Lang's face darkened, and he was about to close the door again, but was stopped by the opponent.

"Ms. Ling, can I spare you a few minutes for a simple interview?"

"I have something to do," Ling Lang resolutely refused.

"Five minutes is fine, three minutes!"

"inconvenient."

"Did you read this morning's paper? Is it true?"

"No comment."

The reporter refused to give up, "Did you really have an ulterior relationship with Mr. Mo?"

The sudden appearance of the name made Ling Lang frowned tightly. He had already put his hand on the gear, ready to forcibly get rid of the other party's entanglement, but he asked again: "Because of the scandal with you, who was hidden by the snow?" Miss Qiao is holding a press conference, don't you plan to come forward and clarify?"

The reporter's question successfully attracted Ling Lang's attention, "When?"

"Now," the reporter glanced at his watch, "it has already started for half an hour." If he hadn't received a call from the proprietress, he would have already been at the reception.

"Where?" Ling Lang asked again.

"Hushuo Hotel."

Ling Lang stepped on the gas pedal, and the unprepared reporter jumped and quickly let go of the other party's car door.Ling Lang's car drove forward for more than ten meters before stopping. He stretched out a hand from inside the car and slammed the door shut, then turned the car and drove in the opposite direction.

The reporter was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the direction the other party was leaving was in the direction of the Hushuo Hotel, and then hurriedly rushed into his own Benben in three steps at a time, stepped on the accelerator and followed Behind Ling Lang.

The main entrance of Hushuo Hotel was almost leveled by the reporters who heard the news. The reception had already started for more than half an hour, and the multi-function hall was already overcrowded, but people continued to break into it.

On the rostrum, the heroine who cried so much that a branch of pear blossoms brought rain in the spring was talking about her miserable experience, and from time to time she was choked up with grief and couldn't speak.

"Ling Lang and I met when we were filming "The Mermaid's Curse". At that time, he was just an unknown newcomer, but he was able to directly take the lead role. Although I was surprised, I didn't speculate about him maliciously, after all There are many lucky newcomers in the circle, and Ling Lang is indeed a very capable one among many newcomers."

"At that time, Ling Lang was not as famous as he is today, because there were a lot of emotional dramas, and we became acquainted with each other. We were a couple in the drama, and we became good friends who could chat a few words outside the drama... Now that I think about it , I was really too naive back then, thinking that a good friend would not be shy, but unexpectedly..."

Ms. Qiao wiped the corners of her eyes, "On the night of the finale of "Mermaid", the crew held a finale banquet. I was already too drunk, and I drank a few more glasses under the instigation of everyone. At that time, my mind was not very clear."

"After the banquet, I vaguely heard that someone asked Ling Lang to take me back to the hotel, and then I couldn't remember anything until the next day..."

The next memory seemed to be very painful, she bit her lip for a long time before continuing, "The senior management of the company called me over and showed me such a photo."

She actually had to take out a photo. It was a candid shot from the angle and light. In the photo, it was a young man helping her into the hotel gate. Perhaps because she was drunk, she was leaning on him with most of her body. Very intimate.

Although more than ten years have passed and the photos have become old and worn out, but the outstanding features of the facial features can still be recognized as Ling Lang who went back ten years in time.

The reporters all moved closer to the camera, trying to get a clearer close-up of the photo. Ms. Qiao waited for a wave of fire to pass, and then said indignantly, "I have kept this photo for more than ten years, and it is this photo that ruined everything." All my life."

Her hand holding the photo was trembling with excitement, "You must be very surprised why this photo appeared on the high-level desk but was not published in the newspaper. Behind one of the protagonists in the novel, there is a backer who can cover the sky with one hand in the entertainment industry, and that person," she gritted her teeth, "is obviously not me."

There was an uproar downstairs.

"That's right, just when I thought it was just an ordinary paparazzi incident and was suppressed by the brokerage company, I was told that all my announcements were temporarily frozen, and the new script that was originally scheduled had also changed the actress. So because of a false photo taken out of context, it was hidden by the brokerage company."

"I have a five-year contract with the company. If I stay with the company, I have no chance at all. But if I terminate the contract, I have to face high liquidated damages. I have no money, so I can only use the most precious years of an actress to pay for it. Five years later, I realized that I was wrong again. It was so wrong. No agency would sign me again. There was no youth, no popularity, and no backstage. It's over."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she couldn't control herself, "The biggest mistake I made in my life was getting involved with the man in the photo. If I knew that he belonged to Mr. Mo, even if I had a hundred courage Don't dare to come near him."

"For so many years, I have watched him step by step from an unknown newcomer to the throne of actor. There has never been any scandal about him on the gossip boards. Do you really think that he cleans himself up? How naive! My hand The photo on the website is a living example, all you see is this one, where you can’t see, how many other photos like this have been strangled in the cameras of journalists and friends!”

"I don't think you all know that when Ling Lang first debuted, he was sent to the detention center for intentionally hurting someone. Such a bad incident was lightly covered up by his caretaker. Even the law can be manipulated What else can't you do?"

"Ling Lang donates money to the Mo's Charity Foundation every year. For this reason, he was named a charity ambassador in the entertainment industry, but the truth? He just took this person's money and donated it to this person! Those who were encouraged by him to donate to the foundation Fans who donated money, I dare not say whether your hard-earned money has been sent to those who really need it, or it has become the capital of some people's money!"

Ms. Qiao said righteously, "I dare to risk my life to say all this today, just to reveal your noble and glamorous true face in front of everyone, so that the majority of movie fans will no longer be deceived by your appearance. Get justice for my youth that has been buried for so many years!"

"Sir, do you have a certificate?" Ling Lang was blocked at the entrance of the venue by the conscientious security guards. Over the years, others had expected him to attend, and it was the first time he was turned away because he did not have a certificate.

Seeing this scene, the reporter who rushed over quickly stepped forward to show his press card, "He came with me."

The security guard sternly refused, "The reception is full. Those who have a certificate can go in, and those who don't have to stay."

"Please be accommodating," the reporter begged.

"No, no, if you want to go in, hurry up, or leave," the security guard had already started to wave his hands away.

"Let me in."

"I said no..." As soon as the security guard raised his head, the second half of the sentence choked back in his throat. The person in front of him took off his sunglasses. Who else could it be if it wasn't Ling Lang?

The security guard was still in a daze, Ling Lang walked around him early and strode towards the venue, followed by the reporter with the camera.

The multi-purpose hall was already crowded with people, and the dark crowd blocked the way forward.

Seeing this, the witty reporter rushed to the front of Ling Lang and shouted loudly, "Excuse me!"

His voice was quickly lost in the crowd, and no one paid attention to him. As a last resort, he had no choice but to raise the volume again, "Excuse me!"

This time, someone finally gave a response. It seemed that the original intention of that person was to turn around and yell at him, "What are you shouting for?!", but when he saw the person standing behind the reporter, he automatically changed to "Ling Lang is here!"

His voice was much more penetrating than the reporter's voice. Immediately, everyone in the venue turned their heads to look in this direction, and all their eyes were tightly focused on one point.

The reporter who received much attention—even though it was indirect, a sense of mission emerged spontaneously at this moment, and he pushed aside the people in front vigorously, "Let's go!"

Everyone really didn't expect that Ling Lang would take the initiative to appear at the scene. Hearing such words, the body reacted one step ahead of the brain, and gave way to Ling Lang under the reporter's opening.

Under everyone's gaze, Ling Lang walked towards the rostrum step by step, his steps were undisturbed, just like he had walked through countless times without looking sideways in the public spotlight.

Miss Qiao saw Ling Lang getting closer and closer to her, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but it was fleeting.She straightened her spine and put on a posture of fearlessness in the face of danger, just like the embodiment of justice.

Ling Lang didn't make any response to her obvious demonstration, until he walked to the vacant seat on the rostrum and sat down, his eyes never fell on her.

The moment he sat down, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his stomach. Ling Lang closed his eyes, tried his best to control his expression, and waited for the wave of pain to pass before slowly opening his eyes.

What caught the eye was dense crowds of human heads, faces looking forward to it, and flashing lights woven into a web.When he first became famous, he felt like he was going to go blind when he stood under the flashlight for 5 minutes. Now that the number of flashlights has doubled, he doesn't even have to blink his eyes.

Amidst the sound of shutters, Ling Lang slowly opened his mouth, "I'm here today to clarify some rumors. These rumors have caused bad influence, and it's not just about me personally."

"I swear here that every word I'm going to say next is the truth. If even half a sentence is false, I will quit the showbiz and never set foot again."

He has a serious expression, and his words are loud, and there is a kind of power hidden in the invisible, so that people can't question his words.

"Can I ask you a few questions first?" A reporter raised his hand and asked.

Ling Lang nodded.

"Can you promise to answer every question truthfully?"

This time Ling Lang opened his mouth, "Yes."

Receiving Ling Lang's assurance, the reporter asked straightforwardly: "Excuse me, the newspaper said that you were once sent to a detention center for intentionally hurting someone. Is this true?"

"Yes."

"You once sent Ms. Qiao back to the hotel late at night, and was secretly photographed by the paparazzi. Is this true?"

"Yes."

The reporter made two foreshadowings, and couldn't help throwing out the third highlight, "After you debuted, Mr. Mo, the chairman and founder of the Mo Foundation, has been rumored to have taken care of you for a long time. Is this true? ?”

Ling Lang was about to answer, when the familiar tingling sensation swept over his brain again, he had to close his eyes again, and took three deep breaths before slowly suppressing the feeling.

Opening his eyes again, his subconscious mind drove him to look in the direction of the door. When he looked, he saw Feng Hao.

Feng Hao just stood there, staring at him intently, the two of them looked at each other from a distance across the crowd, Ling Lang had completely forgotten where he was.

The reporter thought that Ling Lang didn't hear clearly, so he repeated his question word by word, biting the word "nurture" very hard.

Ling Lang's gaze still didn't shift away. It seemed that he and Feng Hao were the only two people left in the hall. The answer to the question rolled down his throat several times, but he didn't say it out.

The reporter became impatient, and urged for the third time, "Please answer directly."

Ling Lang seemed to stare at it for a century. After a century passed, everyone present could clearly hear his answer.

"Yes."