Waiting Upon You

After listening to Ling Lang's decision, everyone's face showed a different expression. Feng Hao was delighted, the manager was glad, the secretary's eyes brightened, Feng Hao's agent was surprised, and Ling Lang's agent was incredible. .

"Well then, that's it," the manager made the first decision before the agent spoke. "We're dealing with the relationship between the two."

"For the outside world, we do not deny, clarify, do not respond, and do not disclose. When the media asks us, we will wipe the ball. If necessary, give paparazzi some sweetness. Before and after the film is released, we need to play more ambiguous cards to appease the public.

"There should not be too much intimate contact between the two of you, but you must create the illusion of intimate relationships in private ... although I don't know if it is an illusion."

"When you are usually interviewed, you can pretend to leak the other person's * by accident, of course, it must be benign. In terms of itinerary, you can put more smoke bombs. On platforms that are more active for young people, such as on Weibo, you can Properly sell rot. "

The manager's series of careful plans made Ling Lang suspect that the company had already planned, and never thought of referring to his opinions.

"I don't have Weibo," he said.

"You have eight-figure fans, although two-thirds are zombies," the agent said with no anger. "Your idiot assistant has been imitating your tone to take care of you."

"Who does his account follow?" The manager asked.

"None," the secretary replied for the agent. "It's pretty like what Ling Lang can do. I also pay attention to it. She's really good at COS."

"Exactly, let her go back and talk to Feng Hao's account."

Feng Hao smiled, "Senior, I'm going to be the only person you care about."

Ling Lang was expressionless. "Congratulations on adding another zombie powder."

The manager also uneasily explained to Ling Lang, "The artist's private life is not easy for the company to intervene. You were outside the system and you were independent, and you are free to get used to everything you want. But this affects you. Your acting career is very important. I hope you can treat it rationally and don't act rashly. Please consult with the company before making any decision. "

He turned to Feng Hao, "Although you are not an artist under the Ye family, you are tied to Ling Lang in this matter, so I also hope that you can obey the company's arrangements."

The manager supported the table with both hands, leaned forward, and stubbornly said, "Finally, the most important point in this public relations incident is one that must not go wrong, that is, the two of you, who, both, no, able, out, Orbit, be firm, determined, not, able, divided, and handed down before you find a suitable reason! "

******

Undress, kiss, touch, hug, all in one go.

The two bite and beat each other, can't wait to take each other apart and eat.

Every expression is vivid and every action is full of passion.

This is not a hot **** | love, it is a red | naked war.

The director shoots his thighs hard, and that's what it feels like. This is the art I want to pursue!

The staff present were impressed by them. From the performance of the two, they could not see any vulgarity and obscenity. Every kiss was sacred and awe-inspiring.

It was the fiery flames burning at the end of life, the real emotion that can be realized after life and death, the endless despair that hope swept afterwards, and the light of hope that erupted in despair.

There has never been any part of the shooting process that made them so moving, and there has never been any pair of actors who made them admire the five bodies. At the moment when the director shouted PASS, everyone could not help but applaud, bravo The sighs of admiration followed.

"Senior, your acting skills are so great, I was taken completely into the play by you," Feng Hao said with emotion, "I can't wait to roll the sheets with you now."

"Would you not take a joke immediately after a serious word?" Ling Lang often felt that his posture was too skilled to switch, with almost no gap.

Feng Hao laughed, "Would you like to take a serious word immediately after the words?"

He leaned closer, "Senior, the expression when you do | love is so sexy, I really want to do you just now," he returned to the normal distance, "will we live together after returning to China?"

Ling Lang said for a moment, "The following sentence is serious?"

"It's serious."

Ling Lang looked at him for a while, "I will seriously consider it."

Feng Hao followed angrily behind Ling Lang, "Cohabitation with me has a lot of benefits. I cook very well."

"I cook myself, too."

"I can also do all the housework."

"I also like to do cleaning."

"You don't have to do anything in my house."

"I don't want to be a rice bug."

"I don't want you to be a rice bug. I want you to be my pet."

Ling Lang stood still.

"I'm serious," Feng Hao added. "This sentence is serious."

"Can I trust you?"

Under the camera, Ling Lang was pale and his eyes were scattered, and the whole person was walking on the edge of death.

"Of course." Feng Hao was lying next to him, not much better than him, but still holding on. "As long as I have a breath, I will be able to bring you back to land alive."

He held his hand firmly, "I will do it this time."

"Oh," Ling Lang sneered, squinting, "Do you regret it?"

Feng Hao slowly shook his head, "In my life, I never knew what regret was."

******

"Feng Lang Feng Lang! Ride the waves!"

The group was surrounded by three layers of the airport's huge fan team when they got off the plane. Each of them held the same slogan, and held a photo of Ling Lang and Feng Hao, including newspapers. The one on the front page.

"Who thinks that is a bad slogan, but also rides the wind and waves," the agent wanted to spit out when he was in a bad mood. "I think it's almost the same."

Feng Hao smiled at the fans originally. After hearing his words, the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and his eyes were bent.

Ling Lang walked at the end of the team, as always, expressionless and squinting, as if the people around him didn't even exist.

Seeing two people coming forward one after another, the fans screamed wildly, and the yelling almost lifted the roof of the airport.

"It can't be denied that there are more fans coming to pick up this time than before," the assistant reminded the agent.

"So what," the agent was still upset. "It's just a gossip about Ling Lang. Ling Lang is not an artist who needs to use hysteria to hype. Ling Lang like that is not what I want to cultivate."

"Well? Are you playing a star development game?" The assistant was surprised.

"What do you know," the agent grunted displeasingly, "wait, what are you making?"

"My online shop's address," the assistant smiled, and handed another card to the fan. "Welcome to the shop to see, now is auctioning Ling Lang's costumes torn by Feng Hao, with two of them personally writing on it. Signed yo kiss. "

Enthusiastic fans chased Feng Hao and Ling Lang until they got into the car and refused to give up. They kept chasing after the car and tried to shoot more interaction between the two.

It can be seen that the company attaches great importance to this matter. The car usually sent to Ling Lang has been replaced with a longer model, so that Feng Hao is also put in. It is always implied that the two fans are good enough to ride in and out of the same car.

The agent looked again from the co-pilot, "Ling Lang, please go home and clean up. I'll find a hotel for you first."

Ling Lang wondered, "Why a hotel?"

"This ..." The agent looked at Feng Hao unnaturally.

Ling Lang also glanced at the people around him, "Anyway, you say it."

The agent carefully considered the wording, "Your ... rent contract expires, the landlord wants you to ... move out first, you are wronged to stay in the hotel for a few days, and I will show you the house tomorrow."

The words of the agent are as false as the sky and the sky. How can a person like Ling Lang rent a house to live or even be driven out by the landlord? But Feng Hao heard it as usual without raising any doubts. .

Ling Lang frowned. His residence was provided by Mr. Mo. Although he also made a lot of money over the years, he did not have a property in his own name. He never thought that one day the other party would take the house back.

"I see. I'll just clean it up and move out," he replied calmly.

"It's inconvenient and uncomfortable to stay in a hotel, and it might be tracked by paparazzi," Feng Hao said. "It's better to stay with me first, because my house is big and safe anyway."

As soon as he finished speaking, the agent immediately killed him with an eye wave. The house was very hairy? Aren't you two living together? Safe and useless? The world is your most dangerous!

He also tried to manipulate Ling Lang with his thoughts: fast refuse, fast refuse, fast refuse, fast refuse!

Ling Lang lowered his eyelids, did not say accept, but did not refuse, the agent knew that this was his tacit performance.

Lying down! The agent turned his head stupidly, seeing in the rearview mirror that Feng Hao stole Ling Lang again.

He finally blew his hair. "You two, give me a little convergence!"

Feng Hao became the third person to enter Linglang's family after his agent, but he consciously stayed in the living room and did not enter Linglang's bedroom without authorization.

Ling Lang entered the house silently to pack his luggage. He lived here for ten years, and had to take away what was not full of a box.

Other celebrities have endorsements, and the manufacturers provide too many clothes to wear, but Ling Lang always has so many sets. From this perspective, he really does not look like a film emperor, or even an artist.

He took care of his belongings, looked around for a week, and finally took out the safe at the bedside and put it with the suitcase.

After doing all this, he went to the next room, the sun flower on the shelf had already withered, and the LCD screen on the wall was still dark.

Ling Lang came to his familiar position and knelt down.

"Mr. Mo, this is probably my last time to see you."

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many years. My only regret is that I cannot thank you in person."

He was silent for a moment.

"You kept me from liking anyone for ten years, and I did."

"You say I can do it now, but I don't know what it feels like to be alone."

He lowered his head. "Even so, I still want to try it, I ..."

"I don't know that you still have the habit of praying on TV."

Ling Lang stood up in surprise, and looked back angrily, "How did you come in?"

Feng Hao didn't answer, but walked behind him quietly and looked up to see the LCD screen far away.

Ling Lang also turned his head, staring intently at the same place.

Feeling the pressure on his shoulders, Ling Lang knelt down without resistance.

Feng Hao bent down and held him, but his eyes never left the place from beginning to end.

"Have you always looked at the screen from this angle?" His spell-like voice sounded again in Ling Lang's ears.

"I'm curious, who is that person?"

Ling Lang's face was full of religious peace.

"No matter who he is, he seems to have abandoned you."

Feng Hao's hand leaned in along Ling Lang's neckline, and finally stopped at his left chest.

"Faith has suddenly disappeared. You must be empty here."

Ling Lang closed her eyes.

Feng Hao tightened his arms, "Can I fill it in?"