Waiting Upon You

Ye's colleagues passed by the desk and were startled when they saw Ling Lang's manager.

"What's wrong with him?" The man asked Ling Lang's assistant who was leisurely flipping through magazines.

The assistant glanced this way in disgust. The manager was sitting on a chair looking silly at the ceiling, drooling almost, looking like a typical idiot.

"Don't pay attention to him," the assistant said with an unbearable look, "Since Ling Lang publicly thanked him on stage that day, he has always been like that."

"Speaking of that incident," the gossiping colleague immediately came over, "Do you know that the real identity of the deceased in the car accident has finally been found out?"

Speaking of this matter, the assistant became angry, "It's only now that we found out? The police are too irresponsible." If they hadn't made the news before they didn't find out their identities, Ling Lang wouldn't have suffered so much, and he almost died. Hang up, "Who is it?"

"He is a wanted criminal who has been at large for a long time."

"Wanted criminal? What crime did you commit?"

"Intent to throw sulfuric acid on Ling Lang, and mix chocolate in Ling Lang's coffee."

The assistant gasped, "So it was him, how did he get into Feng Hao's car?"

"According to the driver, they stopped at a gas station on the way to the airport. Feng Hao got out of the car during that time. When he came back, he drove without looking carefully. Artists, you know, once you put on your hat and sunglasses, Who knows who's who."

"And then what?"

"Then the fugitive showed his identity and hijacked the driver to divert him. The driver refused, and the two started beating up in the car. What happened later is the version we know," the colleague shrugged.

"My God, why didn't the driver comrade mention such an important matter earlier?"

"He said he hit his head in a car accident and lost his memory, but he just remembered."

The assistant covered his eyes weakly, "This old stalker really works everywhere."

"The fugitive was wearing Feng Hao's clothes, had his ID on him, and was completely unrecognizable when he died. No wonder he was misidentified."

"What about Feng Hao? Has he also lost his memory?" the assistant asked angrily.

"He said that he was held hostage by the accomplices of the fugitives and locked up, so he has been unable to show up. Now the police are hunting for the accomplices everywhere."

"...Are you sure what you just said is the truth, aren't these people filming a movie?"

The colleague spread his hands, "God knows, if it's filming, the actor who played the fugitive is too dedicated...By the way, you two have been busy recently." He looked at the crazy manager again, "Where's Ling Lang? "

The assistant turned his gaze back to the magazine, "Going to see the parents."

Ling Lang sat nervously at the dining table. He didn't feel so nervous when he participated in the audition for the first time in his memory.

This sense of tension stems from the three men with the surname Feng around him, including Feng Hao of course.As his gentle yet majestic master, the other side that Feng Hao reveals intentionally or unintentionally always makes him feel awe. Multiplying this awe by three is what he feels at the moment.

It's not the first time he has met Feng Hao's elder brother, but the sense of oppression brought to him by the other party before is not as strong as it is now, and Feng's father is an old man who looks very dignified, as if it is the relationship between two people. Upgraded version.It can only be said that when these three people get together, their aura is multiplied, and it's no wonder that even Ling Lang, who has always maintained his aura, is also at a disadvantage.

"Don't be nervous," Feng Hao inserted a piece of food from his own plate to Ling Lang, "With me here, they won't do anything to you."

It would be better not to say this seemingly consoling words, but Brother Feng snorted disdainfully, "It's as if we would treat your little... lover when you're not around."

He changed his words quickly, but fortunately Ling Lang didn't hear clearly, another person who appeared in the restaurant caught Ling Lang's attention.

The man came from outside and bowed politely to Father Feng, "Master."

"Well," Father Feng nodded, "Is the injury all right?"

"It wasn't a big deal at first, it was all speculated by the outside media."

Ling Lang, who has a weak memory for faces, carefully identified them for a long time, and finally this conversation reminded him, "Isn't he...?"

"That's right," Feng Hao confirmed his doubts, "He is the driver who had an accident while taking me to the airport."

"But I remember the newspaper saying he was actually hijacked and hit his head with amnesia?"

"I have been with the master for many years." The driver answered him, "When I was young, I was a desperate racer. Later, when I encountered an accident, it was the master who saved me. Without the master, I would have died seven years ago. gone."

"Actually, it's not the first time we've met," he said to Ling Lang again.

Ling Lang was surprised when he heard this, he couldn't remember when he had any interaction with this person.

"I have acted as a drag racing stand-in in three of your movies, and I have shot eleven times in reverse on the highway for you, leaped four times in the sky, crashed into trees twice, and fell off a cliff once."

Ling Lang was dumbfounded, Feng Hao was already snickering.

"So my main job now is film and television stand-in, part-time bodyguard driver, professional paparazzi dumper, good at tracking and anti-tracking, fake car accident scenes, insurance claims, this is my business card," he handed it over respectfully, and Ling Lang accepted it mechanically up.

"So...the previous car accidents were all staged?" Ling Lang asked uncertainly.

"In order to be a better stand-in, I also took an acting class at night school," the driver admitted indirectly, "Mr. Ling thinks my acting skills are okay?"

Not only Shang Ke, but also deceived the whole world, "Then why are you doing this?"

"Because there are nasty guys who have been making trouble for us." Brother Feng answered him, "They either want to kill you or my brother. In order to paralyze their carelessness, I have to sacrifice one of you .”

Clever as Ling Lang, he quickly guessed, "Is it Boss Yi?"

"He also contributed a lot," Feng Hao said.

"Then why wasn't I the one who sacrificed?"

Feng Hao glanced at him with a smile, "Because I can't bear it."

"Even though I faked the car accident, those people didn't stop monitoring us. That's why I couldn't contact you. I just didn't expect that you would make such a decision. In this matter, your brokerage company The secrecy work is simply better than that of the Security Bureau, no matter how many times we inquire, it is said that you have gone abroad to relax."

Feng Hao's words solved Ling Lang's confusion for many days, "I'm sorry, because of my business, I caused you...you a lot of trouble."

"You don't have to worry about that," Brother Feng interrupted suddenly, "Our Feng family never suffers, not only to outsiders, but also to our own people. The one surnamed Yi has troubled us for years, and now he has paid off. As for yours That one." He glanced at Feng Hao meaningfully, "I believe there will be some people who will get it back with interest."

Ling Lang was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand this? My second brother has been a pervert since he was a child. You don't know that when he was a child..."

Feng Hao put down the tableware, "Brother."

There was a hint of threat in his voice, Brother Feng shut his mouth knowingly, but Father Feng, who had always been taciturn, said, "How can you comment on your brother like this? It's as if you are much better than him. "

Ling Lang: "..."

Father Feng turned to Ling Lang kindly, "Don't take your brother's words to heart, my youngest son is excellent in everything, but he was too subjective when he was a child, and he didn't obey discipline."

Feng Hao seemed a little dissatisfied with this evaluation, "How could I disobey discipline?"

"Still said no?" Facing his son, Feng's father transformed into that stern old man again, "I want you to stay in the United States to study, but you have to go back to China to study in some film school."

"Because I want to be an actor, don't you always encourage us to have our own goals?"

"Since you like acting so much, why did you drop out of school?" Ling Lang asked the confusion he had been having all along.

"Because he owes people millions of dollars, and he has to sell himself to pay off the debt," Brother Feng held up his cup with a smile on the corner of his mouth, that smile obviously harbored malicious intentions.

"What are you doing to owe so much money?" Ling Lang asked in surprise.

"Of course I went to raise a little star," Brother Feng raised his eyebrows, still in that tone of begging for a fight.

Feng Hao glared at the person opposite him dissatisfied, "It's just an investment, besides, didn't I get my money back?"

Brother Feng looked at Ling Lang meaningfully, "Well, even the interest was brought home."

After Ling Lang processed the huge amount of information, he put down everything in his hands in disbelief.

"You are Mr. Mo?"

The three Feng surnames present exchanged glances with each other, even the corners of their mouths curved in the same way.

"Not only him," said Brother Feng last, "me too, we are all."

The current situation has completely exceeded Ling Lang's ability to think, and it was Feng's father who solved the confusion for him.

"Young man, do you know how old Mr. Mo is this year?"

Ling Lang hesitated and opened his mouth, "Sixty... no, 70 years old?"

Father Feng smiled and shook his head, "No, he is 110 years old this year."

Ling Lang was taken aback.

Father Feng slowly told him, "As early as many years ago, an elder in our family was a very famous figure in that era."

"Once, he did a major event that was very influential at the time, but unfortunately, in his capacity, he couldn't admit that it was done by himself. So when someone asked, he made up a random Pseudonym, called Mr. Mo."

"Later this incident was learned by another member of our family. When he encountered a similar situation, he also got away with the same name. Slowly, other people continued this habit, no matter what we did right. Things, wrong things, but everything that cannot be admitted will be pushed to this person."

The old butler who stood by with his hands down suddenly interrupted, "Once I accidentally bumped into someone's puppy outside, and I left it with this name."

The other four turned their heads to look at him, and the old butler coughed, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if the dessert is ready."

After the old butler left, Ling Lang still couldn't understand, "Since this name has existed for so long, why hasn't it aroused any suspicion?"

"Do you know why people believe in gods? And why are they afraid of ghosts?" Feng Fu asked him back, "Because no one has ever seen real gods and ghosts. People who exist in legends are always more mysterious than people who can touch and see." , and it is easier to awe people. Over time, no one dares to question his existence."

"And Mr. Mo is such a person. He is based on the white way, has also been involved in the underworld, has done good deeds, and committed murder. He is in China in the morning, in the United States at noon, and in Dubai at night. Unpredictable, that made him the mysterious person in everyone's mouth, everyone has heard of it, but no one has ever seen it."

"For the past 100 years, our Feng family has been using this name to operate around the world, and gradually established a foundation under the name of Mr. Mo. The assets under Mr. Mo's name are increasing, so much that we have to send someone to The degree of special care. This person, in our family, is called an agent."

Ling Lang looked at Feng Hao half understanding, "So..."

"If you want to control Mr. Mo's contacts and assets privately, you must become an agent," Feng Hao continued, "Being an agent means giving up your original identity."

"Can't you be an actor?"

"Of course not. The work of an agent is very hard. If no one is willing to take the initiative to do it, we will draw lots."

Such an important identity is actually decided by lottery, Ling Lang is going to look at this family with admiration.

"15 years ago, my eldest brother had the misfortune to draw the lottery."

"But fortunately, my second brother asked me soon."

"He forced me to sign a ten-year contract with him."

"I've said it before, the Feng family never suffers, no matter if it's from outsiders or from within."

"So," Ling Lang interrupted the singing between the two brothers, "You are the person behind the TV all this time?"

"Otherwise, how would I know you so well?" Feng Hao smiled.

It was the first time for Ling Lang to enter Fengfu's study room, but he was all too familiar with the furnishings in front of him.

"It turns out that you are in this position and have watched me for ten years," Ling Lang's fingertips swept across the desk.

"In the beginning you were like a hedgehog," Feng Hao recalled with a smile, "you barked your teeth and claws at me every now and then, it's completely different from your current appearance."

Ling Lang's eyes fell on the sun flower beside him, and Feng Hao also noticed it.

"Do you like it? My birthday flower, there is also a Japanese character in my name."

Ling Lang pursed his lips, "Why didn't I find out earlier? You and him even have the same tone of voice."

"Maybe it's because in your mind, Mr. Mo has always been a gray-haired old man," Feng Hao replied with a smile.

"You were only 20 years old back then," Ling Lang looked at Feng Hao, "you met me once on stage, why did you do so much for me?"

"I've said it before, because it was love at first sight." Feng Hao also stared at Ling Lang, "Your eyes are as beautiful as the golden retriever I raised back then."

"The one you had as a child?"

Feng Hao nodded slightly, "It is also one of my true loves, but unfortunately it died in the end."

"I remember... did I eat the wrong thing?"

"Chocolate." Feng Hao's expression was a bit sad, "I had a quarrel with the neighbor's kid back then. In order to get revenge, he fed my dog ​​a lot of chocolate behind my back. It was too late when I found out."

Ling Lang was speechless for a long time.

"Then," Feng Hao lowered his eyelids, "do you know what I did?"

Ling Lang shook his head.

The corner of Feng Hao's mouth raised a strange arc, and even his voice changed, "I asked someone to hypnotize him, wash away his past memories, and make him mistakenly think that he is a masochist, and he wants to be mine when he sees me. Dogs can't even eat chocolate."

His words reached Ling Lang's ears word by word, and the latter's eyes widened in disbelief.

Feng Hao's hand was raised slowly, and seeing that he was about to touch the opponent's face, Ling Lang took a step back in horror.

"Hahahaha," Feng Hao couldn't help laughing and bent over, "I'm just kidding you, you really believe it."

He wrapped his arms around Ling Lang's neck, "Senior, are my acting skills okay?"

Ling Lang was still in the shock that Feng Hao brought him, and didn't know which sentence to believe.

Feng Hao pursed his mouth deliberately, "Senior, I have done so much for you, do you still doubt my motives for you?"

"But just now in the restaurant..."

"Is it true what my elder brother said?" Feng Hao smiled. "The fact is, my dog ​​was murdered. I was very angry, so I tricked him into my house and locked him in the cage where the golden retriever used to live."

Ling Lang can now understand why Brother Feng's evaluation of Feng Hao is that he has been a pervert since he was a child.

"However, he quickly yelled and alarmed my brother. He let him go and criticized me again."

"But it was because of this incident that I was very excited at the time, and it also made me recognize my sexuality."

"Later, I looked up a lot of information and taught myself psychology, only to realize that there are not only people like me in the world who like to put people in cages, but also people who like to be put in cages. I can only say, God It's really fair to make people."

"Since then, I have been looking for someone who is willing to be put in a cage by me, until I met you."

Ling Lang raised his head. What he looked up to was not only his lover, but also his benefactor, his master, the only person to whom he entrusted his body and mind.

"The first time I saw you, I recognized you, just like I fell in love with my golden retriever at a glance in a litter of newborn puppies."

He stroked his cheek, "Although I waited for so long, fortunately, you finally came to my side."

——When I saw you for the first time, you were on the stage and I was off the stage. I looked up at you, but you couldn't see me.

——In order for you to see me, I can only stand high enough for you to look up when you look up.

——I have been here, waiting for you to look up.

<The End>