Waiting Upon You

"Hard work," Feng Hao finally finished cleaning the last room. Ling Lang got up quickly and proactively put his head under the opponent's hands.

"The two of us really look like artists hidden in a brokerage company," Feng Hao teased. "All the other artists are running outside to announce that they are too busy, but we are spending time here."

Ling Lang didn't agree with the idea of ​​wasting time, but he didn't openly refute.

The doorbell rang, and it was a little brother who was rushed by the house. The agent was dissatisfied. In the end, he delivered the courier honestly.

Feng Hao signed for Ling Lang, and opened the envelope to see it, and he was happy. "It really can't be said too early. It seems that your foothold will be cancelled in advance."

What the agent sent was neither a contract nor a script, but an invitation, dark red, printed with Phnom Penh.

The invitation invites Ling Lang to participate in the annual charity party. The earliest founder of this charity foundation is Mr. Mo, so Ling Lang will attend every year.

"Go?" Feng Hao asked him.

Ling Lang said, "Go."

"Then I will prepare clothes for you."

"I can do it myself ..." He said half of it, and realized that he was who he was, and then he shut up.

However, it was on the day of the party that Ling Lang began to regret why he did not insist on his own opinions.

"Do I have to wear this?" He looked helplessly at the black thong that Feng Hao prepared for him. The designer is probably a person who advocates conservation and environmental protection. The fabric is too small.

"If you don't like it, you can also wear the red one next to it," Feng Hao said with great severity.

Ling Lang was reddish, and the material was increased, but a hole was opened in the back, which was not as good as black.

"Can't these be kept at home?" Ling Lang wanted to negotiate again.

"You don't need to wear any clothes at home, although I haven't asked for it for the time being," Feng Hao decisively rejected him.

Ling Lang failed to negotiate, so he had to cross his heart and put on a thong and put a suit on the outside.

Feng Hao tied his tie, "The appearance of abstinence is inherently lustful, and there is nothing more suitable for you than the two."

He poked his hand into the seam of his opponent's pants and raised the narrow strap of Ti Linglang's waist. The thong originally embedded in the hip seam tightened, Ling Lang's face quickly flashed a flush.

"Okay," Feng Hao helped him clean up, "the car is already waiting outside, let's go."

"We?" Ling Lang realized afterwards that the other party was also wearing a formal attire.

"Yes," Feng Hao pulled out an invitation from his inside pocket. "We."

After returning from the island, Ling Lang never appeared before the public. The media knew that he would definitely attend this charity evening. At this moment, he was blocked at the entrance of the venue, waiting to grab first-hand information.

"Don't both get off the car at the same time," the agent ordered, "Ling Lang goes first, Feng Hao comes in later."

"I agree," Feng Hao echoed. "At the same time, getting off the car is too suspected of speculation, and it seems to be concealed."

"To cover your head! You might as well walk the red carpet in hand!" The agent growled.

"This proposal sounds good," Feng Hao turned, "Which one is good, the senior?"

Ling Lang answered him directly with action. He got out of the car first and closed the door behind him.

"Ling Lang is here!" A sharp-eyed reporter first saw him, shouted excitedly, and was stomped by reporters and photographers who swarmed behind him.

"Is Linglang true to your relationship with Feng Hao? When did you start?"

"The new film promotes you as a starring but never appeared. Is it really rumored that you have been banned by a brokerage company?"

"You did not explicitly deny your relationship. Does this mean that you have acquiesced? Have you ever considered coming out publicly?"

The reporter's questions were one piece, but Ling Lang, as always, did not respond, and went straight to the venue following the opening of the guards and agents.

"Some insiders broke the news that the two of you have started living together. Is this really the case?" A voice stood out in the chaos. All reporters smelled like they found a new continent.

"You two really have to live together?"

"Did you live in his house or did he live in your house?"

"Please answer positively!"

Ling Lang's footsteps suddenly stopped. Everyone thought he was finally going to make a public statement, but he stared at the first reporter who raised the issue of cohabitation, and threw out a sentence "No comment."

The agent also made an important speech: "Please don't talk nonsense, we reserve the right to legal proceedings for false reports."

"Why are you so sensitive when it comes to cohabitation? Is it true that insiders broke the news?" Reporters have shifted their target audience to brokers.

"There is such an insider. Ask him to come face-to-face with me," the agent said calmly. "Otherwise, don't spread the rumors behind your back."

He stopped the reporters who were constantly crowding in front of him, "Please let me know!"

Ling Lang followed him, with a somber expression, staring ahead, and not putting anyone in his eyes.

Every time he took a step, the thin straps rubbed between the strands. He could not wait to get to the seat immediately, but the reporter blocked the way forward, and pulled out a very short distance. long.

The organizer had to send an extra team of security guards, and finally successfully sent Ling Lang to the venue. The reporters were not willing to give up, and had to surround the broker with three layers and three layers outside.

"Feng Hao is here!" The sharp-eyed reporter shouted again, and everyone quickly turned his direction and rushed to Feng Hao's side, which can be regarded as freeing the unlucky agent.

The reporter repeated the question that Ling Lang had just asked in addition to the subject, and Feng Hao looked much more friendly than Ling Lang. No matter what question was asked *, he behaved politely.

"Thank you for your interest in my private life," Feng Hao chuckled, "but the theme of tonight is a charity party. I hope everyone can focus more on charity."

How could the entertainment reporters let him off so easily, rushing to ask questions like a cannonball, but the sharpest questions were all passed by Feng Hao.

"Are you two a pair?"

"We are a pair of tacit partners on screen."

"Are you two living together?"

"We live on the same earth, so please care for the environment."

"Are you straight?"

"How do you know I'm an upright person?"

It was not until Feng Hao entered the venue that the reporter discovered that although he seemed to answer a lot of questions, it was concluded that there was no difference from Ling Lang's "no comment".

Ling Lang was brought to his seat by etiquette. There were many celebrities and business elites attending the party. Few celebrity artists like him were high-profile seniors in the circle.

Ling Lang had always been the least senior among the invited guests, so when he knew that Feng Hao had also received the invitation letter, he was quite surprised.

The party started on time, and the host took the stage to read the lecture. "Thirty years ago, Mr. Mo founded the Mo's Charity Foundation to help school children return to school, provide nutritional lunches for poor children, and help minors with serious illness. ... "

The same thing Ling Lang has heard many times, he listened intently to the report, swapping his left leg to his right leg, and the uncomfortable feeling from a private place always reminded him of the fact hidden under the suit pants.

I don't know if it was his illusion. Ling Lang felt a scorching gaze from the oblique rear not far away. He looked back and met Feng Hao's gaze.

Feng Hao saw that Ling Lang noticed himself, and then hooked him, but this smile was not the kind of petting smile when he was at home. The joke meant that only Ling Lang could understand.

Ling Lang turned his head back quickly, but the feeling of being stared at was locked in his heart like a devil, as if the other party was always looking at himself with the ulterior motives.

When I think of this, the feeling from the lower body becomes stronger, all the attention is shifted below the waist, what the people on the stage have said, and he doesn't hear a word at all.

Ling Lang had to use the excuse to leave the venue and quickly walked to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, one hand suddenly hit the door frame of the toilet, and then Feng Hao followed him in and locked the door.

Ling Lang was startled by his bold move, "How dare you follow me like this?"

"No one is behind," Feng Hao squeezed his eyes slyly at him, "I'll supervise you to loosen the **** purpose."

Ling Lang was somewhat embarrassed by his purpose.

Feng Hao unfastened his belt, reached in and squeezed two of Ling Lang's buttocks, and then walked to the front to deliberately tease, Ling Lang knew that his place must have changed.

"Keep it like this, don't use your brain," Feng Hao completed a series of obscene actions, and arranged for Ling Lang casually. "Do you know, when I look at you later, I can see through it? What it looks like inside you. "

He kissed Ling Lang's cheek and added, "It's charming."

Feng Hao came and went as fast as he could, but Ling Lang's love was not so easy to subside, he had to stay in it for a while, and then dared to go out until the impulse aroused by the other party faded.

Ling Lang didn't understand why the other party came out so inexplicably, but he quickly understood. The next time, he had a harder time than before. Feng Hao's words were like hypnotic spells, which allowed him to have a complete lower body at all times. The illusion of being exposed to the public.

He had to clamp his legs tightly in an attempt to alleviate this embarrassment. The gluteal muscles were involuntarily tightened, and the obsessive feeling of oblique rearwardness made him feel like sitting on a needle.

Lang Zhong heard that his name appeared in the host population. Ling Lang's heartbeat stopped suddenly for half a beat. He picked up his emotions as quickly as possible and walked on the stage with a steady pace.

The donation for the foundation will be taken care of by the broker every year. Miss Etiquette took the check and Ling Lang held a side with her, showing her impeccable expression in front of the camera.

He saw Feng Hao in the crowd at a glance. Feng Hao smiled at him and compared his mouth shape. With such distance and light, Ling Lang could not see clearly, but he knew what the other party was saying.

True, mysterious, and human.

Ling Lang put his hand behind his back and slammed his nails into the flesh, trying to get some attention from the pain. He tried his best to fight against the body's instincts, and the camouflage mask he had created for a long time covered his expression perfectly. .

Every second he spent on the stage was so long. The flashing magnesium light and the crackling shutter sound in front of him were so familiar. At this moment, they turned into a weapon that revealed his true thoughts, as if through them Everyone can see through his decent suit.

Ling Lang stepped down with an unknown force, and her steps were like stepping on an ethereal cloud. He desperately wanted to ignore the friction between the stocks, but the feeling became more and more contrary to his wishes. He insisted not to look at Feng Hao's direction, but clearly knew that the other person's sight never left himself.

After sitting in the seat, he worked hard for a long time, and then glanced back at Feng Hao. Unconsciously, he brought anger and blame, and Feng Hao almost laughed without restraint.

At the end of the party, a staff member quietly asked Ling Lang to leave from the VIP channel, and he did not have to face the stalking reporter again, which greatly relieved him.

The company's car was already waiting for the exit. Ling Lang waited in the car for a while but did not see Feng Hao. Instead, the agent's phone rang.

"Troubleshooting the call to the senior."

"What? Why don't you call him directly?"

"I don't have a senior's phone," Feng Hao's voice had a clear smile.

The agent was completely speechless, turned around and handed the mobile phone to Ling Lang. Before thinking of this, Feng Hao asked himself to make two phone calls, but he refused, and the matter was never mentioned again.

"I'm a little bit delayed, you go back and wait for me, there is a note in the drawer of the bedside table on the left, which I left for you," Feng Hao said on the phone.

Ling Lang returned the mobile phone, and the agent took it off in a bad mood. "It's a kind that you want to cover without exchanging numbers?"

"Forgot," Ling Lang said lightly.

Ling Lang returned home, and surely found a note in the drawer, as Feng Hao said, and there was something beside him that made his face red and red.

He opened the note with four words written concisely-put on and wait for me.

Ling Lang blushed and rubbed the note, reluctantly muttered, "How can a dog understand a small note?"