Waiting Upon You

Feng Hao just wanted to turn his head when he heard these two words, but Ling Lang stopped him.

"Don't look back," he said.

Feng Hao understood immediately, and he also looked back through the rearview mirror, and sure enough, he saw a car following closely.

"As expected of a senior, you are so vigilant," Feng Hao still did not forget to praise him at this time.

"In half a year, your vigilance will be so high," Ling Lang said, driving fast instead of slow, passed a remote alley, and turned into it without warning.Just when Feng Hao lamented that every famous entertainer is a master of drag racing, he found that the paparazzi behind him were not vegetarians, and they were able to keep up like this.

Ling Lang was driving all the way, Feng Hao watched the scene on the side of the road becoming more and more familiar, and found that this was the direction to Ling Lang's house.

He immediately understood Ling Lang's intentions. There was a reason why no paparazzi had discovered Ling Lang's real address for so long, because he had a high-end residential area as a cover, and all foreign vehicles had to be confirmed by the owner before entering.

Sure enough, Ling Lang drove Feng Hao to the entrance of the complex. When the guard saw Ling Lang's car, he opened the gate to let him in, and stopped the paparazzi's car outside the courtyard.

This is Ling Lang's "residence" generally believed by the media, but in fact Ling Lang does not live here. After entering the community, he slowed down and drove straight into the underground parking lot. He drove out the side door.

Driving on the main road again, there was no shadow of the stalker behind him, this time Feng Hao looked back generously, "Actually, the area where I live is also a closed community, he can't get in."

"Then the media will know where you live." After Ling Lang finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment. Does Feng Hao's address have anything to do with him?What's more, it's normal for two male friends to travel in the same car. What kind of muscle cramps did he have to make such a behavior that is self-evident.

Feng Hao didn't seem to think about it that much, "Poor paparazzi has to wait at the gate of the community for a while."

Ling Lang raised his forehead, he could already foresee the headlines on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper, perhaps it would be a good choice to blacklist the agent's phone number.

"Be careful!" Feng Hao whispered, Ling Lang slammed on the brakes reflexively, and both of them jumped forward due to inertia.

A reckless dog stood in front of the car, seemingly frightened, not knowing whether to move forward or back.

The dog's owner ran over in a hurry, hugged the dog away, and waved apologetic gestures to Ling Lang embarrassingly.

"It was so careless," Feng Hao blamed, Ling Lang didn't say anything, and started the car again after they left.

"Does senior like dogs?" Feng Hao asked suddenly.

Ling Lang only thought that he suddenly asked this question after seeing the dog, and replied, "It's okay."

"I really like dogs, especially big ones," Feng Hao stared at him intently, "I've always wanted to raise one myself."

At the red light ahead, Ling Lang stopped the car, only then did he realize that the other party's unabashed gaze was somewhat rude.

"You just said you wanted to...?"

"Keeping a dog," Feng Hao replied without even thinking about it, without blinking his eyes.

"...But why do you keep staring at me?"

"Eh?" Feng Hao laughed dumbfounded, "Isn't it polite to look at the other party when talking?"

When he said this, Ling Lang also looked at him subconsciously. After his eyes met, Ling Lang quickly glanced away. He found that he couldn't meet his eyes. Appeared quietly again.

"Have I seen you in school before?" Ling Lang was forced to look at the red light ahead for a few seconds, and finally asked out the confusion he had been having all along.

"I'm afraid I can't answer this question," Feng Hao replied with a smile, "Does the senior think I look familiar?"

It wasn't familiarity, but another kind of familiarity, which Ling Lang couldn't describe.

"Maybe I misremembered," Ling Lang said in a low voice.

"Probably not many people are lucky enough to be remembered by seniors," Feng Hao teased him, Ling Lang just pretended he didn't hear it.

Ling Lang sent Feng Hao to the place, rejected the other party's invitation to come in and sit down for a while, turned the car around and went back to the community. superior.

Taking advantage of the dark sky, Ling Lang flicked off his tail and looked at the time. It took about an hour from "bring Feng Hao home" to "Feng Hao's departure". It was enough, he sighed, and finally chose to add the agent to the blacklist, at least for a while.

Ling Lang's ostrich plan failed, and he was woken up by the phone call early the next morning. After looking at the caller ID, he realized that it was a mistake not to block the assistant's call.

Sure enough, the other end of the phone was the agent who called from his assistant's mobile phone. After seeing such explosive news in the morning papers that "the movie star has been rumored for the first time since his debut ten years", he found himself being dragged down by Ling Lang, one after another. It just made him fly into a rage.

"I just didn't follow you for a day. Why did you make such a big commotion and even bring people home? You used to neither go to other people's houses nor bring people home. Don't you feel that you are in Feng Hao's house?" Have you made too many exceptions? Hey, talk!"

After listening to a few words, Ling Lang knew that there would be a long speech waiting for him. He opened a toy hamster beside the bed. The toy was given to him by his assistant, and it could record and play it in a loop.

He put the hamster and the phone together, turned around and went to the bathroom, where the agent chattered for a long time, and every 30 seconds, a sentence came from the other end of the phone, "Okay, I understand," and he didn't respond until half a day later. Something is wrong coming here.

"Day! Ling Lang, you're fooling me with a hamster again!"

Ling Lang's indifferent voice still rang on the other end of the phone, "Okay, okay, I understand."

The agent knew that the other party was no longer in front of the phone, and it was useless to say more, so he hung up the phone angrily, and then saw "shopping together", "going home together", "casting off the reporter", "behaving intimately" and so on in the newspaper The wording is accompanied by a blurry photo taken deliberately or unintentionally. Those who are familiar with the photo will know that it is from a wrong angle, but the reader just likes this, and suddenly gets angry.

He slammed the newspaper on the table, "I knew that Feng Hao was definitely not innocent! Ling Lang has never been in this kind of gossip tabloid, and accidents happen as soon as he comes!"

"He didn't want this kind of thing to happen," the assistant was still speaking for Feng Hao.

"Nonsense! This is obviously a deliberate hype. I think that paparazzi was arranged by Feng Hao!"

The manager's phone on the table rang, and it turned out to be a reporter from a certain newspaper. He picked it up without asking any questions, and said loudly, "The things in the newspaper are all nonsense, there is no such thing at all!"

"We went shopping together. Ling Lang also went shopping with me. Why didn't you write about me?"

"What's wrong with going home? Do you have to do shameful things when you go home? They're just playing against each other!"

"The old film is finished, can't it be done for the new film?"

"What's the new show? Sorry, no comment!"

"Calm down." After he finally hung up the phone, the assistant swayed his hands from side to side, "It hurts the liver."

"Small your size! If you want to borrow Ling Lang's position, pass me first!"

"Hey," the assistant gloated, "Then what should we do next? Do you want to find a new script to cover your lies?"

"No need, Ling Lang has already finalized the next script, and the filming will start next month. When the time comes, just say that Feng Hao has been temporarily replaced."

"Hey," the assistant spread his hands, "I think you should pray that Feng Hao isn't the one who was replaced temporarily."

When Ling Lang came out of the bathroom, the phone had already been hung up, and the hamster was still repeating the same sentence tirelessly.

He closed the hamster casually, disguised himself briefly, and went to a nearby newsstand to buy a morning newspaper.

Sure enough, as he imagined, what happened yesterday was reported with embellishments. If he was not the person involved, he would really be deceived by these false statements.Especially those few photos, the angles were captured very well. From the time he came out of the store to the moment he got in the car, Feng Hao's gaze was always on him. One of them even constituted a borrowed hand holding hands. There was no conclusive evidence, but just because This is even more intriguing.

Ling Lang abandoned the newspaper, and concentrated on studying the script of the new drama. This script caught his eye at first glance, and it was finalized early before the filming of the previous drama was finished, so the start time was extremely tight.

He read the episode of interacting with the male number two in the play several times, and as if he remembered something, he dragged the manager out of the blacklist and gave him a call.

The manager's anger was still there, and after answering the phone, he asked him angrily, "I'm cleaning up the mess for you, why are you calling again?"

Ling Lang ignored his hostile tone and went straight to the point, "Have you decided on the actor of the second male lead in the new film?"

The agent didn't expect him to ask this, "Huh? It's been finalized a long time ago."

"who is it?"

"Wu Guanfeng," the manager threw him a name.

Ling Lang thought for a while, the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

After he got the answer he wanted, he hung up the phone, and was slightly disappointed when he learned that the second male was someone he didn't know.

Ling Lang turned on the computer, intending to search for Wu Guanfeng, but finally entered Feng Hao's name by mistake.

As a newcomer, Feng Hao's information on the Internet is still pitifully scant. The film that just ended is his screen debut. Other than that, he has absolutely zero acting experience, like a mysterious person who appeared out of thin air.

Ling Lang originally thought that at least there would be at least Feng Hao's graduate school in the information. After all, Huying's diploma is equivalent to a gold-lettered signboard for an artist, and every brokerage company will eagerly disclose it as a bargaining chip. All sides are blank.

After browsing several similar reports with minor differences, Ling Lang closed the page with some doubts, completely forgetting his original intention of turning on the computer.

By the time he thought of the male lead who had been neglected by him again, it was already the opening ceremony of the new film. The male lead who arrived later than the protagonist came from the backstage, opened the chair generously and sat next to Ling Lang, Still not forgetting to smile and nod to Ling Lang who couldn't hide his surprise.

The manager in the audience glared at the assistant fiercely, as if he was about to eat her.

"Don't be like this," the assistant said with an innocent expression, "I just said that at the beginning, who would have thought that it would become a prophecy. If I had known that my prediction was so accurate, I would have gone to buy a lottery ticket this morning."

When the host saw people coming, he introduced to the reporter, "Although this actor is a newcomer, I think you will be familiar with it. He had a remarkable performance in the movie that just ended and was well received by the industry." This is also the second time he has worked with Teacher Ling, and I believe the tacit understanding between the two will not disappoint everyone...Let us welcome the second male protagonist of this film——Feng Hao."