Waiting Upon You

When Wu Guanfeng arrived at the Studios, a man who looked like a young boy in a flower shop was holding a large bouquet of lilies at the door.

He beat him by the side, held up his sunglasses, and put on an expression that he thought was the most attractive. "Need help?"

"Hello, someone asked me to give this bouquet to Ling Lang."

Wu Guanfeng took the flowers by hand, "willing to help."

"Ah no, that person wants me to give it to myself," the younger brother of the flower shop reached out to grab, but caught a vacancy.

Wu Guanfeng shook his finger. "Little brother, do you know how many fans try to get close to their idols on the grounds of flower delivery, express delivery, and pizza delivery? Ling Lang is not the person you want to see."

"but……"

Wu Guanfeng tapped his opponent's chin with his index finger. "It's your pleasure to see me."

Taking advantage of the petrochemical work of the flower shop brother, Wu Guanfeng has walked a few meters away, and he still remembers to raise a bouquet with his back to him, "It must be delivered to me."

Wu Guanfeng was walking and enjoying the bouquet in his hand, "Lily, what do you mean?"

He took the bouquet under his nose and sniffed deeply. "Oh, it's pretty fragrant."

"What is this?" He noticed that a translucent sulfate paper envelope was inserted between the bouquets.

He completely disregarded that it was someone else's *, and opened it without permission, exposing the pure white greeting card inside, and the paper printing was quite sophisticated.

As soon as the greeting card was opened, a strong aroma rushed out, and a small line of juanli was written on it—to my beloved, Lang.

"Well," Wu Guanfeng laughed out loud, and put the greeting card back in place.

He hummed in a small key and strode toward the lounge, but stepped into the cloud like a step by step, his legs were getting softer and slower, and finally his eyes darkened and he fell unconscious on the ground.

******

It has been half an hour since the start of the filming, Wu Guanfeng still did not show up, his assistant could not find him, and no one knew his whereabouts.

Ling Lang was dressed in costume, waiting in the main hall, glimpsed the dragon chair in the center, and remembered the experience of last night, could not help but want to go wrong.

"I want to play it really," Ling Lang was shocked, and Feng Hao didn't know when he posted it behind him, and said intimately in his ear, "After we kill the youth, we'll pack the studio for a day, OK?"

Ling Lang's ears suddenly turned red, and Feng Hao was still exhaling heat in his ears. "Whenever you want to play in that scene, play that scene, the Royal Study Room, the Royal Garden, the Third Palace and the Sixth Hospital.

Ling Lang was surprised that he had such a bold idea, but at the same time felt that he must be crazy, or else he would have longed for the beautiful scene that he described.

"The palace is so big, you are not afraid of exhaustion," Ling Lang said in a low voice.

Feng Hao chuckled, "As long as the emperor doesn't do everything as soon as he's done."

Ling Lang knew that he was joking about last night, and his face turned red. Because of the last line, he was forced to eat for another hour, and was turned over by Feng Hao to be tortured, even asking him to contain jade. The potential, tied the collar with a dragon robe girdle, led him to walk around the house, meaning that the dog emperor swam the street to show the public, until now his knees are still painful.

A large fan used by the emperor to travel between the two was separated, and the agent holding the fan was expressionless. "On the main hall, the head meets the emperor, what a system."

Feng Hao stepped back with a smile, "Okay, Father Ji."

The agent frowns, "Ji, you head! Who is Ji Gong!"

"Don't be angry, Father Ji."

"I'm not surnamed Ji! Don't call me Father-in-law! ... Well, I'm not father-in-law at all!"

They are having a good time here, others have been waiting impatiently, especially the director. Wu Guanfeng's assistant burst into sweat, and at the 101st time Wu Guanfeng's phone was called, no one answered.

"Did you not come with him this morning?" Someone asked the assistant.

"I was right with him, but when he came to the door, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't got anything, and sent me back to get it," the assistant wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

"That's weird. Everyone else is here. Where can they go?"

The cleaning aunt in the film and television city ran over in a panic, "Hurry up, come on, someone fainted over there!"

Everyone heard, they hurried to the past, Feng Hao and Ling Lang looked at each other, and walked one after the other.

The place where Wu Guanfeng fainted was the staff passage. Usually only the personnel responsible for cleaning would pass by. The assistant then remembered, "Feng Brother suspects that there are too many people on the front door, and he usually hits here."

After speaking, he lowered his head and greeted Wu Guanfeng, "Feng brother, Feng brother?"

He struck him hard, but it had no effect.

"It shouldn't be ordinary shock," said Feng Hao, who was flustered around him. He remained calm, "sent to the hospital first."

If it weren't for his reminder, everyone would have forgotten such basic common sense, and someone immediately took out the phone to call 120, and the others lifted him to a well-ventilated place in a handful of ways.

Wu Guanfeng was carried away, leaving a bouquet of lilies and an envelope on the ground. Someone wanted to pick it up and was stopped by Feng Hao.

"Slow."

He fiddled with the bouquet on his toes, and was suspicious, and a phone call drew the bodyguard.

The bodyguard put on a mask and gloves, carefully examined the bouquet, and then picked up the envelope.

"It's for Mr. Ling," the bodyguard read the contents of the card and reported to Feng Hao.

Feng Hao turned back and exchanged a look with Ling Lang, who was standing by the wall, who was surprised at the result.

Through the mask, the bodyguard can smell the aroma of the greeting card, which is inconsistent with its elegant appearance.

He immediately took his breath and put the greeting card back in the envelope as quickly as possible.

"The initial suspicion may be that there is a problem with the card, and I will take it back for investigation immediately."

Feng Hao nodded, and the bodyguard quickly left with the flower and envelope.

Feng Hao groaned, walked to Ling Lang, "back to the lounge and wait for me, don't come out."

Ling Lang didn't just ask the reason, nodded and left.

Feng Hao saw that he had gone far, so he went to a remote and uninhabited corner, and an overseas call came to his elder brother.

"what happened?"

"I'm also trying to call you," Brother Feng's tone was still light. "The problem I created for Brother Yi Ping Egg has been solved by him, and in turn asked us a little trouble."

Feng Hao sank, "Can't you find him?"

"He's as cunning as a fox now. He doesn't show up at all. Even the people he sends out don't know where he is ... why, are you in a condition again?" Brother Feng's voice sounded a little gloating. , "Sell you early to lock up your little pet, or something will happen sooner or later."

Feng Hao lowered his voice. "I see. I'll go back in a few days."

"Aren't you filming?"

"I'll figure out a way to play the trick."

"That would be better," Brother Xi exhaled relievedly. "If you don't come back, I'm going to be tortured by a mountain of work."

The director checked the number of people, and picked a scene without Wu Guanfeng from the script. Due to the lack of mass actors who played the maiden, he temporarily found a few people wearing the maiden's costume and stood in an inconspicuous place as a background.

Ling Lang walked on the stone steps of the Royal Garden. He always felt the sight from a distance. He raised his head and accurately locked a person in a row of maids. Ling Lang rarely noticed strangers, but this person It felt strange to him, so he couldn't ignore it.

The woman looked like she was about forty years old, her facial features were blurry, and her waist seemed to have some problems, because she couldn't stand upright and was scolded by the drama.

At the end of the lunch break, Ling Lang went back to the Royal Garden alone to prepare for a walk, and once again felt the pressing sight. He turned his head, and this time the palace maid was getting closer. He could see the face clearly. Although there were obvious signs of aging, he could still see that he was a beauty when he was young.

Ling Lang watched the man slowly walk towards himself with a face that seemed familiar, and quickly recollected in his mind, until he inadvertently made a hair pinching motion, and he suddenly said, "Is it you?"

The palace girl had come to Ling Lang and smiled at herself, "So you remember me."

Ling Lang couldn't believe his eyes. This man was one of the few actresses who had worked with him. He once played a couple with him in "The Mermaid's Spell". That was how many years ago. Now, he can't even remember the other person's name, but he vaguely remembers her surname Joe.

But even so, she is not as old as she is. In Ling Lang's impression, she is at most 35 years old, and is still the age of many actresses.

"You ..." Ling Lang hasn't contacted her since that "gossip" incident, and she has no idea what happened to her over the years.

"You want to know why I became like this?" The palace girl grinned, and her smile was full of sarcasm. "It's all thanks to you."

Ling Lang was startled. "What do you mean?"

"Senior."

Someone was called Ling Lang behind him, and he could only be called alone.

Ling Lang turned her head, and she saw Feng Hao standing seriously not far behind, "Come here."

Ling Lang was even more surprised. Feng Hao had always maintained the respect that his descendants should have for his predecessors, and had never ordered him in public in this way.

"When I met an old man, I wanted to say a few words to her," Ling Lang explained, regardless of the presence of outsiders.

"Come here," Feng Hao repeated again.

Almost at the same time as him, the palace maid said, "Don't you want to know?"

Ling Lang glanced back at her, then turned to Feng Hao, "I will ..."

Feng Hao interrupted him mercilessly, and his voice was even colder than, "Lang Lang, come here."

When Ling Hao called his name, Ling Lang was surprised for the first time.

He immediately walked over without saying anything else, and left Feng Hao.

Behind him, the maid looked at the back of the two men, and a deep hatred gradually rose under his eyes.

When filming in the afternoon, the mass actors were called back, and the palace maid was naturally replaced, until Ling Lang, the worker, did not see her again.

Feng Hao didn't have many plays. Most of the time he sat down on the court. Ling Lang's shooting had not been interrupted, and the two had not exchanged for an entire afternoon.

After finishing the job, Ling Lang was stopped by the drama director and informed him that he would not have to attend tomorrow. Due to Wu Guanfeng's accident, he will switch to another show tomorrow without Ling Lang's role.

When Ling Lang returned to the lounge to remove his makeup, he found that Feng Hao had left. When he left the studio, he saw Feng Hao's car at the door.

Every time when he got on the car, Feng Hao would wear a seat belt for Ling Lang. He said with a smile that because pets do n’t wear seat belts, he drove a distance today. After the co-pilot seat belt alarm sounded, Ling Lang realized I didn't fasten my seat belt.

Feng Hao looked forward from the beginning to the end. He didn't want to be disturbed. It wasn't until the two returned home that Ling Lang had a chance to speak.

"this afternoon……"

"I called you three times at noon today before you came over," Feng Hao interrupted him again, "I don't remember I have taught you so unruly."

Ling Lang explained patiently, "I have worked with her before and she has changed a lot. I just want to know what happened to her, nothing else."

"A violation of the order is a violation of the order, without any explanation," Feng Hao's attitude was very tough, which caused Ling Lang's rebellion.

"In public, I think I have the right to violate orders," Ling Lang's tone also became unfriendly.

"You don't have this right on any occasion," Feng Hao shot at him with a sharper look than ever before. "I can't make orders. I will decide. If I order in public, you can only obey it in public. "

"I just met an old acquaintance and wanted to say a few words to her. Isn't that possible?"

As soon as Ling Lang spoke, he was scared by his own volume. He had never talked to Feng Hao with this attitude. He regretted it almost instantly. However, the words that were spoken were like pouring water. No return.

Feng Hao watched him coldly for a moment, turned around and sat down on the sofa, without a word.

Ling Lang shook his fist and came to him, kneeling straight down, "I'm sorry."

Feng Hao turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

Ling Lang stared at him and repeated firmly, "Sorry."

Feng Hao did not squint, as if there was no such person in the room.

The atmosphere was strangely quiet, Ling Lang frowned and stood up from the ground.

He turned away from the living room, came to the confinement room next door, got himself into the cage, and closed the cage door heavily.

The author has something to say: The cheat sheet of the crew's record:

Act 49: The good-hearted people who threw bones into the cage to comfort the golden retriever were [Kudo Yu] [歹 戋] [袖 染 香] [翠 无欲] [猫 和 喵], [齐 兰 若] lost two, [ axiuluo] lost five, but did not eat a single golden retriever.

Drop: [Reins of the Guide Dog]