Waiting Upon You

For a while, Ling Lang felt that his legs and feet were weak, and he was almost unstable. He had to lean against Feng Hao's arms, and he took a long time to calm down.

"Well, isn't it more comfortable than hiding in the bathroom yourself?" Feng Hao teased.

Ling Lang suddenly felt a little lucky that his eyes were blindfolded at this time, otherwise he must not know how to deal with Feng Hao's ridicule. It turned out that he had no secret in front of this person.

Feng Hao's body temperature disappeared from him, and soon the sound of water came from the bathroom. After the sound of water stopped, there was a brief silence, and then the leather handcuffs on Ling Lang's wrist were released.

After taking the cloth over his eyes, Ling Lang closed his eyes conditionedly and slowly opened after adapting for a while. The first thing he could do after seeing things was to look down at his wrists.

"Rest assured, these props are safe, I will not let you film with scars," Feng Hao guessed his concerns at a glance.

Ling Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his hand to untie the collar around his neck, but he couldn't solve it.

"This," he had to say to Feng Hao.

"Don't waste any effort. This is a trait. Only I can open it."

"Untie me."

"Well, it will be solved early tomorrow."

"What?" Ling Lang stared at him inconceivably.

"Will you stay here tonight to sleep," Feng Hao went up and hugged him again. "Rest assured, I won't touch you, just sleep."

"Are you asking for my opinion? Do I have a choice?"

Feng Hao's chin pressed against his shoulder socket and shook his head. "No."

He thought about it, adding, "Unless you don't mind showing up like this tomorrow."

Ling Lang knew that Feng Hao was serious, and he had no room for refusal. Ling Lang glanced at the clothes scattered on the ground. "My pajamas are still in the room."

"That's it, no pajamas."

"I'm not used to it without clothes."

"Get used to it a few more times."

Feng Hao touched his head. "Are you going to take a shower first, or wait until I finish washing?"

Ling Lang smirked, smiling with ridicule, "Why don't you just force me to wash with you?"

Feng Hao also laughed, he shook his head, "Not yet."

When Feng Hao came out of the bathroom, Ling Lang was already sleeping in bed. Feng Hao took him into his arms and kissed him on the forehead. In addition, as he promised, he did n’t make any The slightest deviation.

"Good night, baby," he whispered in Ling Lang's ear, the latter only if he didn't hear it.

Ling Lang thought it would be a terrible sleepless night. Who knew that he fell asleep in Feng Hao's arms and couldn't even remember when he slept.

In the past six months, Ling Lang's sleep has not been very good, always dreaming and waking up easily. I never imagined that she would sleep until dawn at night, but she was awakened by the landline in Feng Hao's room.

Ling Lang woke up stupidly, only to find himself sleeping so heavily next to a person in need of protection, Feng Hao didn't allow him to wear clothes, but he was wrapped tightly, coupled with a collar around his neck, really Let him have a cognitive illusion of the owner and pet.

The landline kept ringing, Feng Hao reached out and pressed the handsfree button, "Who?"

"It's me," said Feng Hao's agent over the phone. "It's raining outside, and today's play is changed to indoor."

Ling Lang glanced at the window conditionedly, thick curtains blocked his vision, and he couldn't see the weather outside.

"Which game?" Feng Hao asked.

The phone seemed to turn over the script's voice, "Scenario 7, Scene 3."

Ling Lang's face changed suddenly, Feng Hao smiled with satisfaction.

"Got it," he snapped off the speakerphone, got out of bed and walked to the window, and pulled the curtains open a corner.

Ling Lang also saw that it rained a lot outside, and the sound insulation effect of the room was too good. It separated the inside and the outside into two worlds, and the people in the room were unaware.

"It seems that even God can help me," Feng Hao sighed. "I thought I had only one night relationship with the senior, but I don't think so."

Ling Lang fell weakly on the bed, not wanting to move.

"It seems that the senior is not confident in his self-control. I can understand that the prison uniform has been made too thin this time. I think you can go to the clothing department to complain."

"But before that ... if something happens, it's too bad."

Feng Hao took the things from Ling Lang out of the box, "Which line should I write in the script now?"

Ling Lang closed his eyes, "Please bring me for me."

Ling Lang ignored the clothes he had worn last night and took a bathrobe from Feng Hao's bathroom. "I want to go back and change clothes."

"Well, I wait for you."

As soon as Ling Lang opened the door, he saw that the agent was knocking on his door.

The agent saw Ling Lang come out of Feng Hao's house in a bathrobe early in the morning, his eyes almost scared.

"how?"

The agent replied mechanically, "Call your mobile phone and shut it down, and no one will answer it. I'm here to inform you, outside ..."

"It's raining, isn't it indoors changed? I see."

Until Ling Lang entered the room, the door slammed shut in front of the agent, and the agent talent came to his senses. This **** is also worthy? If not, do you two even have children now?

The door of Feng Hao's room was left with a gap. The agent pretended to look inward by passing by, but the door was suddenly opened.

"Early," Feng Hao greeted him with a smile.

The corner of the agent's mouth drew, "Early."

"Come round?"

"You're a little more moderate, too," the agent said in a low volume.

Feng Hao smiled at him without hesitation. "Senior's clothes are with me. Would you please call him a dry cleaning service?"

When Ling Lang and Feng Hao arrived on the set, the staff was ready, dozens of mass actors had also arrived, and most of them were foreigners, all of them were burly, muscular, shaved, and many were painted. Tattooed.

Ling Lang stood on the second floor of the prison and looked down. Feng Hao unknowingly appeared behind him. "Looking at them, thinking of what will happen in a while, I look forward to it, right?"

Ling Lang hasn't said a word to Feng Hao since the two left the hotel, but the latter never minds singing a one-man show.

He walked to Ling Lang and compared his hands downstairs, simulating a camera's viewfinder frame. "This scene, these actors, if changed to GV shooting scene, the scene must be very exciting, you must think so. "

The deputy director began to call the actors to each one, Feng Hao patted Ling Lang's back, "Go, my actor."

Ling Lang patted his uneasy hand on his back with a backhand, "Don't touch me!"

"Yo!" The tofu-eating prisoner stuck out his tongue and licked the place where Ling Lang was hit on the back of his hand. "It turns out that the little chick is still shy."

The people around laughed loudly, and all of them reached out and touched Ling Lang with a bad hand, Ling Lang stopped this and could n’t stop that, and was forced to step back, but no matter which direction he retreated Someone was there, and the encircling circle was shrinking step by step, and finally Ling Lang was enclosed within the circle.

"Don't come over!" Ling Lang called in horror.

The leading prisoner is prostitution | laughing, "Don't be afraid, there is always a first time in everything, everyone will hurt you well."

Just as he was talking, someone grabbed Ling Lang's neck from behind, Ling Lang didn't want to lower his head and bite it up, and the bitter man yelled in pain.

Ling Lang took advantage of his strength to relax, one elbow pushed the person obliquely behind, and gave the person trying to grab him a kick in front.

However, in the siege of the crowd, such resistance was obviously futile. Ling Lang's ankle kicked out was caught, and his arm was forcibly pushed behind him. He twisted and struggled, but only got more violent. Crackdown.

"Fuck!" The bitten prisoner yelled, holding his teeth marks on his wrists, "Dare to bite me? Take off his chin and knock his teeth off, I have to **** his mouth!"

Ling Lang was desperately resisting. Everyone saw that he had become a force in the middle, and he no longer used to be as strong as he had just now, from time to time he deliberately let him go, teased him twice, and caught him, like a cat teasing a mouse in the palm Above.

Along with hissing, Ling Lang's prisoner's uniform was torn, and the crowd burst into excitement. Soon, someone tried to drag Ling Lang's pants and was kicked by Ling Lang who was struggling. People in Zhongzhao began to scold their mother again, and Ling Lang's city was gradually falling behind.

The prisoners watching upstairs saw the development approaching a high tide. They also made strange noises and kept flapping on the railings. The hormones of the men in the entire area were ignited by this fierce struggle, and everyone's male characteristics were agitated.

As soon as Ling Lang looked up, he saw Feng Hao holding his arms in his arms, leaning against the railing on the second floor with a leisurely attitude, with a playful attitude on his face waiting to see him being rude by everyone. When Lang Lang saw him, it was like the drowning man saw the last straw for life.

"You said you would keep me safe!" Ling Lang yelled at Feng Hao.

"Yes," Feng Hao nodded without denying, "but I didn't say I wanted to keep your chastity."

The following person burst into a burst of laughter after hearing what Feng Hao said, "Even your roommate won't save you, I advise you to obey it."

Ling Lang shook off one's hand again, "You helped me, you can do anything you want me to do!"

"keep your word?"

"keep your word!"

Feng Hao snapped his fingers. Although the people below showed disappointment, they released Ling Lang as soon as possible. In this district, Feng Hao has the highest status. No one dares to violate his words, and naturally his people can't touch others.

Ling Lang temporarily lifted the crisis. The alert in her eyes was still there, panting hurriedly, and glancing around with hostile eyes, convinced that they would not do anything to him anymore, and then tidy up as much as possible to embarrass her clothes. , Step by step carefully out of the encirclement.

Ling Lang retreated to the safe area and looked up at Feng Hao on the second floor. Feng Hao tilted his head towards the cell behind him, and Ling Lang's expression was tight again.

Another prisoner whistled without fear of death. Seeing that Feng Hao was not angry, more people were involved, and Ling Lang moved back to his cell in a harsh whistle.

The final shot of the scene was the white sheets hanging high, suggesting that an unseen transaction was taking place.