Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang, who was knocked to the ground by Feng Hao, had a blank mind. Feng Hao, who was so gentle a second ago, had no smile in his eyes. He went up and grabbed Ling Lang by the collar to lift him up, and punched him twice in the abdomen. .

The sudden accident made Ling Lang feel no pain at all, he couldn't believe that Feng Hao would undergo such a huge change, his wide eyes were filled with disbelief.

The door was knocked open, flashing lights and the sound of shutters followed, several reporters rushed in, followed by a panicked assistant, "I just went downstairs to buy porridge, but the room card disappeared... Ah!"

Witnessing all this, the assistant dropped the bowl in his hand in horror, and the porridge spilled all over the floor. The manager was the last one to rush in. He stepped forward and pulled Feng Hao away desperately, "Stop! Are you crazy! He turned his head and yelled at the assistant who was out of the situation, "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and stop him!"

Only then did the assistant realize that something serious happened, and hurriedly ran over to drag the out-of-control Feng Hao aside with the manager until he stopped struggling, and the manager nervously ran to Ling Lang again, "Are you okay?"

These four words brought Ling Lang back to reality from the huge shock, he turned his head to look at the reporter who was filming him wildly, and instantly understood Feng Hao's intention.

The agent guessed his thoughts from his expression, turned around and used his body to help Ling Lang block the camera, "Don't take pictures! Don't take pictures!"

Where would the reporter listen to him at this moment, and asked frantically.

"Why did Feng Hao hit you?"

"Why were you beaten by Feng Hao?"

"Is it because the nurturing incident caused the other party to become angry and attack you?"

"No!" Ling Lang wanted to say that's not the case, but a huge pain hit him, and he couldn't even utter a word.

The reporters saw that Ling Lang was clutching his stomach, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and there were big beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. At first glance, he looked so painful that he couldn't speak. Feng Hao, who was on the side, also took a step forward when he saw this. But it stopped abruptly.

The manager who was stopping the reporter hurriedly turned around to support Ling Lang. Seeing him like this, he pointed at Feng Hao angrily, "How dare you give up such a ruthless hand!"

Ling Lang bit his lower lip desperately, and stared at Feng Hao without blinking. The latter stood in place like a film king, watching all this indifferently, indifferent to the pain Ling Lang suffered.

Among the people in the room, only Ling Lang could see the forcibly suppressed concern in his eyes, under the icy exterior, almost burning with fire.The flame under the cold ice became the last scene before his eyes when he was awake, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell unconscious.

When he woke up again, Ling Lang was already lying on the hospital bed with an IV in his hand, and beside the bed stood a manager with a bad face.

The weak Ling Lang opened his mouth, "Feng..."

"Crazy, what crazy!" the manager interrupted him mercilessly, "I'm almost mad at you! I thought you were beaten, but the doctor told me that you were starved, you are an adult Don't you even know how to take care of yourself?"

"Hao..."

"What's so good? You've been beaten by him and you're still called good?" The manager stopped angrily, "I really misjudged the person, I shouldn't have handed you over to that duplicitous guy in the first place!"

"BA..."

"Dad, what dad! I'm not your dad, don't call me dad!"

Ling Lang glared at him resentfully, uttering each word with difficulty, "Give me...the phone..."

Realizing that he had made a mistake, the agent rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "What phone is on your phone! I won't let you contact him again, and it's impossible for him to continue to harass you. After I re-apply the card for you, then Give you back your phone."

Ling Lang struggled to get up, and was about to pull out the IV drip. The manager was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to push him back to the hospital bed.

"What are you going to do?!"

Ling Lang's strength was completely unable to compete with it, so he was obediently pushed back, "Help me hold a press conference."

The manager couldn't believe his ears, "What?"

"Feng Hao didn't hit me..."

"You still want to defend him? There are so many witnesses, the photos have been published, and the wound on your face is still hanging there. This time you can't argue with the whole family. Don't think that every time you are so lucky, someone will stand up. Come out and help you clarify."

Ling Lang subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, the wound was still painful.

"This one is true, but the rest are all false."

"What the hell is he beating you for? Playing?" the agent asked angrily.

"He was protecting me."

"What's the reason?"

"can not say."

"How can you tell the media why you can't even tell me?"

"I would say that I was the one who made the mistake first, and he deserved to hit me."

The manager hugged his head frantically, and walked around the ward twice angrily, "Do you know that the situation outside is already very bad. In such a bad situation, if there is still a little bit worth it What is gratifying is that the public opinion is currently on your side. If you say that now, don't you take the initiative to pour dirty water on yourself?"

Ling Lang sighed, "Then what do you want me to do? Hide under the eaves and see Feng Hao standing in the rain all alone in mud?" He shook his head, "I don't think I can protect him from the wind and rain." ability, but at least I have the right to share thick and thin with him."

"I won't let you exercise this right," the manager vetoed categorically, "It doesn't matter who you two are right or wrong, you are both artists under me. It's bad enough to lose your reputation, I won't allow you Get yourself ruined too."

"Do you believe me?" Ling Lang asked suddenly.

The agent was taken aback by the question, and it took him a long time to hold back a word, "Letter."

"Feng Hao did this for me."

It took longer than before, and the manager choked out two words, "I believe it."

Ling Lang looked at him with pleading eyes, "Please help him."

The manager instantly had the urge to burst into tears. It was the first time Ling Lang asked him to do something in so many years. Even the young man who was driven to nowhere when he was just a fledgling had never approached him with such weak eyes and tone. have spoken.

After some struggles, the manager finally backed down, "Before the explosion on the set happened, Feng Hao asked the company for leave to return to the United States. If this is the case, let him take a period of leave first to avoid the limelight."

Seeing that Ling Lang was still dissatisfied, he had no choice but to continue playing the card of procrastination, "We'll discuss the countermeasures after you recover and leave the hospital."

After getting the agent's consent, Ling Lang closed his eyes for a moment to rest, and then opened them again.

"I promise you, take good care of your illness and don't hold a press conference."

The manager hummed through his nose.

"But you have to promise me that you will not change my mobile phone card.",

"That's not..."

"If you don't promise me, I'll go on a hunger strike."

The agent was so angry that his teeth were itching, "The water thrown by the married daughter turned her elbows out, and she couldn't break it back."

Ling Lang lay in the hospital for several days, and his condition improved by eight or nine points. His manager kept him in the hospital on the grounds that it was not quiet outside. Without a mobile phone, newspapers and the Internet, Ling Lang almost lived in isolation. .

There was a TV in the VIP ward where he lived, but the switch was "accidentally" broken by the manager, and the remote control was also "accidentally" lost. Feng Hao's negative news, but he could guess how bad it was just by imagining it.

He stood by the window under the cover of curtains, and a group of people stood in darkness at the entrance of the hospital. Ever since the news of his recuperation leaked here, there were movie fans and reporters stationed here on a regular basis every day.

There was a knock on the door, and few people came to Ling Lang's ward. Except for the medical staff, they were managers and assistants. There had never been any visitors.

Ling Lang thought it was a nurse, and came in without turning his head. The door opened and closed, and there was no movement for a long time.

Ling Lang turned around suspiciously, but found an unexpected visitor at the door, leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets, looking cool, handsome, domineering and aggressive.

"Why are you?" Ling Lang didn't expect this person to appear here.

Only then did the man straighten up and walk towards Ling Lang step by step, "I heard that senior brother is also hospitalized here, so I specially came to visit to show our fellowship."

Ling Lang glanced at the hospital clothes on Wu Guanfeng, and then remembered that Wu Guanfeng lived in the same hospital after the bombing.

"You seem to be recovering well," Ling Lang praised sincerely.

Wu Guanfeng spread his hands and turned around in a circle, "I'm alive and well. I'm a person who will be in the entertainment industry for 500 years. This small injury is nothing to me."

Ling Lang looked at his face carefully again, "It seems to be more pleasing to the eye than before."

Wu Guanfeng rubbed his chin quite proudly, "The injury is a bit disfigured, so I just repaired it a bit, although I don't think it has changed much from before..."

"Then congratulations," Ling Lang congratulated briefly, and by the way, returned Wu Guanfeng's next self-boasting.

"Cough," the brakes were too hasty, Wu Guanfeng had no choice but to cough to cover it up, and then saw that Ling Lang's attention was no longer on himself, but turned out of the window.

He walked over and looked out together with Ling Lang. Many fans stopped there holding banners. The failure was that they were facing the gate of the hospital. From the angle of Ling Lang's ward, they couldn't see what was written on the banner.

"Then what's written on it?" Ling Lang actually took the initiative to ask him.

Wu Guanfeng rolled his eyes, "Would you believe me if I said I wish the actor a speedy recovery?"

"To tell the truth," Ling Lang said lightly.

Wu Guanfeng shrugged, "Since the brother already guessed it, why bother to ask?"

Ling Lang stopped talking, and Wu Guanfeng took out the small gift he had prepared a long time ago from his pocket.

"I'm here to visit, of course I can't do it empty-handed. I know that senior brother is bored, so I specially brought this to senior brother."

Seeing what the other party handed over, Ling Lang hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway.

"The remote control in my room, I heard that the remote control in my brother's room was lost? It was really careless."

Ling Lang hesitated holding the remote control, while Wu Guanfeng urged, "Brother, don't you want to know about someone's recent situation?"

Hearing what he said, Ling Lang decisively pressed the TV switch. The last patient seemed to be concerned about entertainment news. The TV happened to be on the entertainment channel, and a famous gossip program was being rebroadcast.

"So what was the situation at that time, can you describe it to us?" After the host asked this question, the camera turned to the interviewee.Ling Lang recognized it for a long time, and finally remembered that he was the paparazzi who fell on him and pulled off the scarf back then, and he was also the one who rushed into the hotel room that day.

"Oh, it's like this," the paparazzi rubbed their hands, "After the police took Ms. Qiao away that day, because I didn't see Ling Lang and Feng Hao leaving, I guessed that they were still in the hotel, but I and a few colleagues found In many places, nothing was found."

"and then?"

"Just when we were about to give up, I saw Ling Lang's assistant walking in from the main entrance of the hotel with a takeaway. She answered the phone in the lobby, and something fell out of her pocket. I wanted to pick it up and return it to her. But it turned out to be a room card."

"So you suspect that Ling Lang and Feng Hao are in this room."

The paparazzi nodded, "Yes, we rushed to the room as quickly as possible after that, and wanted to take the opportunity to get some news."

"What happened inside when you arrived?"

"At first I just wanted to take a sneak shot through the crack of the door, who knows..." Even the paparazzi hesitated for a moment when he said this, as if he was not sure about his words, "At that time, Ling Lang was probably beaten to the ground by Feng Hao , followed by another punch in the face, and I realized it was big news, so I rushed in, and the next thing happened was what was in the photo."

Along with the description of the paparazzi, the photos of that day were displayed on the TV. The photos were taken in a mess, but it was still clear that Feng Hao made a move on Ling Lang. In front of Hao, Feng Hao's fist was raised in the air, and he could clearly see it.

The host on TV started discussing Feng Hao's motive for beating someone with the paparazzi again. Ling Lang didn't listen to a word they said next, but Wu Guanfeng chuckled softly.

Ling Lang glanced at him indifferently, but the other party didn't shut up knowingly, instead, he spoke more vigorously.

"What am I laughing at, brother must know better than me. These photos have been published several times in newspapers and magazines, and I have seen them several times. Some of them are quite interesting."

Ling Lang didn't pay any attention to him anymore, as if everything he said had nothing to do with him, but what Wu Guanfeng was good at was entertaining himself, even if no one paid any attention to him, he could talk for a long time.

"Especially those two pictures where the senior brother was beaten to the ground at the beginning," Wu Guanfeng couldn't help laughing, "This statement is quite reasonable."

"It's a pity that someone has to sacrifice himself in order for the senior brother to kneel in a reasonable manner," Wu Guanfeng clapped his hands unsatisfactorily. "My little junior brother is really witty. With his brain, he must The moment I made the move, I already expected my acting career to come to an end."

"Senior Brother, didn't you just ask me what the people below me are doing? Senior Brother guessed right, they demanded that Feng Hao be banned. Not only here, but also the brokerage company, the record company, and even all over the country and even on the Internet, there are people demonstrating every day , smashed his CDs, tore up his posters, and exploded his website."

Ling Lang closed his eyes and let Wu Guanfeng's voice come to his ears recklessly, "You and your manager should know best that no one can save him this time, even if ten respected seniors stand up , can’t make up your lies,” Wu Guanfeng leaned forward, almost close to Ling Lang’s ear, “he’s already ruined, and he’s the kind of person who can never be restored.”

Wu Guanfeng stepped back and clapped his hands, "But in the end, I still admire Junior Brother Feng very much. In order to protect the reputation of Senior Brother, I can even give up the rest of my life. If it were me, I would not be able to do it."

He put his hands on Ling Lang's shoulders, "Brother, don't be too sad, at least after this trouble, your number of fans is increasing day by day, victims are always easy to win the sympathy of the public, you know."

He took out his mobile phone, dialed a few numbers, and handed it over, "Hey, the last little gift is for senior brother."

Ling Lang was surprised to see the contact on the screen, "How do you have his mobile number?"

"They're all from the same brokerage company. Isn't it strange that a senior has his phone number?" Wu Guanfeng asked, "Of course, few people have your phone number."

The phone was connected, and a familiar voice came from the microphone, but Ling Lang was speechless for a while.

Seeing that there was no sound coming from the phone, Feng Hao took off the phone to confirm that it was in the middle of a call, and put it back to his ear again, "What's the matter?"

It took a while before a voice responded to him, "It's me."

Feng Hao sat up in surprise, "Why did you call me on his phone?"

"We met by chance," Ling Lang lied.

I came here specially to see you, Wu Guanfeng mouthed to remind him, Ling Lang turned around and left his back to him.

"Have you recovered from your illness?" Feng Hao asked with concern.

"It's all right."

Feng Hao heaved a sigh of relief, "You don't know how worried I am, at first I really thought it was my own attack..."

"Are you okay?" Ling Lang interrupted him.

Feng Hao paused, then smiled, "Don't worry about me, I wasn't the one who was sent to the hospital."

Ling Lang didn't know what to say, Feng Hao put on an aggrieved tone, "Your father is stricter than not letting me see you, guarding me more strictly than paparazzi, saying that you live in a hotel and the hospital is just a cover , but refused to say which hotel it was. After a while, he said that you were in the hospital. I went to the hospital several times, and there were people at the door. I was so handsome that I couldn’t even hide it under makeup."

Ling Lang just wanted to laugh.

"I called you, and you turned off the phone, so I couldn't reach you... Do you think I should have a good relationship with my father-in-law?"

Ling Lang really couldn't help laughing this time, "Where are you?"

"on the car."

"In the car? Where are you going?"

"Airport."

The smile slowly left Ling Lang's face again, "Are you leaving?"

"Well," Feng Hao pretended to be relaxed, "I didn't expect to hear your voice before I left. It was a pleasant surprise."

Ling Lang was a little sullen, "When will you be back?"

"I have some things to deal with in the United States, and I will rush back as soon as I finish."

He paused, "Although I really don't want to use this guy's phone to confess my love to you, but..."

Feng Hao's words came to Ling Lang's ears clearly word by word through the radio waves.

"I love you."

Ling Lang closed his eyes, as if this could freeze the other party's voice and imprint it in his mind forever.

He knew that his eye sockets must be wet. It turned out that it was true that the people in the script would burst into tears uncontrollably when they were the happiest.

"Me too." His voice also passed through, causing Feng Hao to chuckle.

"Remember, no matter what happens," Feng Hao's voice changed, his tone became serious and serious, "wait for me to come back."

Ling Lang hung up the phone, and immediately turned around. It was Ling Lang whom Wu Guanfeng had never seen before. For a moment, he had an ominous premonition.

As expected, Ling Lang opened his mouth.

"Do You have a Car?"

Wu Guanfeng felt that he had really lost a lot this time, so he just went to visit a doctor with good intentions, and gave him a remote control and a mobile phone, and finally got in with his car and a man.

It took a lot of effort to move Ling Lang out of the hospital in ambush from all sides without alarming anyone. In order to catch the plane, he was driving on the highway at the moment.

"Do you know," he said loudly, "I've only encountered scenes like chasing my lover to the airport in dramas, aren't we really filming dramas now?"

After speaking, he pretended to look for the camera.

Ling Lang, who had been silent in the back seat, suddenly said, "Thank you this time."

Wu Guanfeng almost stepped on the brakes instead of the accelerator, and said after a long time, "How many people have you said thank you to in your life?"

Ling Lang was puzzled, "A lot."

"Why do I think your thank you is more important than others, it makes me feel like my knees are going weak."

"Is that so?" Sensing that the speed of the car had slowed down, Ling Lang looked forward, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, the road ahead seems to be closed."

Wu Guanfeng rolled down the glass and poked his head out. There was a long queue of cars in front of him, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

"Yes, I see senior brother that your romantic chasing people at the airport is going to go to waste."

Ling Lang also sat up straight. Through the rearview mirror, Wu Guanfeng clearly noticed the anxiety that he couldn't hide under his composure.

In order to ease his nervousness, Wu Guanfeng turned on the radio casually, and the female anchor's standard news voice immediately surrounded the entire car through the stereo.

"Now break into the flash news. At 35:29 p.m. today, a car accident occurred on the Hushuo Airport Expressway. A driver in the car was seriously injured and a passenger died on the spot. The airport expressway has been closed urgently. It is reported that the victim's name is Feng Hao, gender Male, [-] years old, popular idol actor and singer, was involved in a beating incident recently, and was boycotted by the public, the cause of the accident is yet to be ascertained..."