Waiting Upon You

At the hotel where the crew stayed, a young man wearing sunglasses and a diagonal backpack appeared in the narrow corridor.

He looked very cautious, and looked around indifferently every few steps, making sure that no one behind him continued to move forward, until he reached the door of the room with the word 1603. After a few days of squatting, he had locked this. Is Linglang's room is correct.

He is not someone else. It was the paparazzi who followed Ling Lang and Feng Hao that day. It was also the first scandal in the ten years since the debut of the Emperor.

This time, he bought the inside and learned the real location of Ling Lang's new film. The editor-in-chief provided him with a large sum of money to allow him to arrive here in advance before the crew went to the island and make an ambush.

He originally wanted to be a respected detective, forced to make a living as a shameless paparazzi, but even so he had to be different.

If the way he thinks is different from other colleagues, then the biggest difference is that other paparazzi are looking for gangsters | love, exposure gangsters | love, and he assumes that gangsters | love, and then go through various means Justify your hypothesis.

The paparazzi watched alertly, the sleeves shook, and a pointed surgical tweezers appeared in his hand.

The tweezers were carefully penetrated into the gap between the door shafts, and the paparazzi carefully removed an intact toothpick from it.

His eyes lighted up and the toothpick didn't break, which showed that his conjecture was correct. Ling Lang did not return last night.

But yesterday he saw Ling Lang return to the hotel with his own eyes. If he didn't return to his room, where would he sleep at night? The paparazzi's gaze drifted to room 1606 diagonally opposite the door.

When she noticed someone coming, the paparazzi immediately pretended to be just out of the house in 1603, and looked down in his bag.

The visitor was the cleaner of the hotel, and when he saw the guests politely nodded to say hello.

"Do you need to clean?" Do not disturb the 1603 room for several days. It has never been cleaned.

The paparazzi glanced back at the tag on the doorknob, and didn't want to rush into the grass, shook his head, and shook his head, "Not for now."

"Okay," the cleaning staff pushed past the car, and the paparazzi suddenly remembered something, and stopped her. "Ah, yes, where is the hotel's dry cleaning room?"

"If you need dry cleaning services, just call the front desk."

"Oh no, it's like that. I seem to have left important things in my pockets. They just took their clothes away. I want to hurry up and find them."

The cleaning staff nodded in understanding. "It's on the third floor of the hotel, just go out of the staff passage and turn right."

The paparazzi went down the third floor along the staff passage and did not go out immediately, but first put on the uniform of the hotel staff, which was one of the props he had prepared in advance.

He lowered his head and walked into the dry-cleaning room. The people inside did not see it carefully, only if it was to get clothes. "Why did you come here? It was washed over there, and brought it quickly."

The paparazzi nodded, walked to the cubicle, and quickly swiped through the clothes on the sixteenth floor to lock in exactly what they were looking for.

If you remember correctly, this is what Ling Lang wore on the island.

He took the shirt off the hanger and flipped the label inside, the big four number on it, 1606.

The paparazzi's mouth was lightly hooked, and Ling Lang's clothes were dry-cleaned from Feng Hao's room.

Yingdi, Yingdi, I see how you explain this time.

The outside dry cleaning machine started to turn. Under the cover of noise, the paparazzi took out the compact camera and slammed it twice to put the evidence into the storage card.

******

Ling Lang heard two pops and raised her head alertly, "Someone."

Feng Hao also listened, "Someone knocked at the door."

Ling Lang suddenly wanted to struggle, Feng Hao calmed him, "It's all right."

The door was opened in a small gap, and Ling Lang's agent was shamed.

"I just saw someone outside to deliver clothes."

Feng Hao took the clothes with a smile, "Thank you very much."

"Where's Linglang?" The agent probed in.

On one side of Feng Hao's body, he blocked the light in the room. "Don't be so sensitive. I just asked the senior to memorize the script together."

"You ..." The agent just wanted to say that you shouldn't mess around, and then thought about the two people already messing around, so you had to hate and change your mouth, "Do you know not to leave the handle carefully?"

Feng Hao Waner, "This is on the island. How can any paparazzi chase this far, you are too nervous."

"Be careful sailing for ten thousand years, I tell you, Linglang for ten years ..."

boom--

The door before him was ruthlessly closed before his long speech was published.

"……day."

Feng Hao pressed the do-not-disturb light, "Let Xue wait for a long time."

Ling Lang didn't say a word, his face was a little pale.

Feng Hao picked up the script and said, "Which paragraph did you go to?"

He compared the script with his hand and read it word by word, "Why dig here?"

"From here, all the way down, you can reach the sewer in Area C."

"There are iron gates in the sewer, and we can't get through at all."

"The key of the iron gate is in the second compartment of the safe box of the warden's office. The password is L2, C8, M5, X4 ..."

"Wrong, it's X3," Feng Hao interrupted him lightly, "the senior remembered wrong again."

Ling Lang's expression flashed a moment of panic.

When Feng Hao didn't see him, he leaned down and shoved the bead one more. "Counting, how many is this?"

"Don't," Ling Langyan said, groaning for mercy.

"Senior's mouth is never dishonest," Feng Hao sat back in place. "Ask it, do you like it?"

He kicked Ling Lang's lower body lightly with his toes, and the little brother nodded in spirit.

"Well ..." Ling Lang suppressed his voice.

"If the senior is to blame, blame his script for not knowing it well," Feng Hao touched his head.

Ling Lang glanced at him indifferently. "How do you want me to concentrate like this?"

Feng Hao's motion stopped, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also disappeared. "If you talk back, I will let you plug it to the studio tomorrow."

Ling Lang closed his mouth immediately. After getting along with each other, he became more and more aware of Feng Hao's habit. On the surface, he smiled like an angel. .

When Feng Hao saw that he was silent, he smiled again. "That's good, come, let me reward you."

He got up and took something in the box, and Ling Lang bit his lower lip as soon as he saw the shape.

"It seems you know what they do," Feng Hao carefully clamped the things in his hand to the bumps on Ling Lang's chest, where it quickly became quite aroused by the stimulus.

"Originally the senior is so sensitive here, then you will definitely like this," Feng Hao fiddled with the remote control, and the jumping egg hanged under the clip immediately vibrated at a high frequency.

"Ah ~~" Ling Lang finally couldn't help screaming.

"Do you like it?" Feng Hao asked again.

Ling Lang's front chest and back | court's sensitive areas were stimulated at the same time, but the part he was most eager to caressed was left aside.

"Speak out if you want, and I'll give it to you when you speak."

Ling Lang bit her lip and shook her head.

Feng Hao stared at him for a while, and gave a surrendered expression, helplessly, "Yeah."

He touched Linglang's bell mouth lightly, and evenly spread the overflowing crystal liquid to the entire front end. The sudden stimulus made Linglang tremble all over.

Feng Hao's finger reached Ling Lang's mouth. "Open your mouth."

Ling Lang's lips opened a small slit subconsciously, Feng Hao took the opportunity to pry open his teeth, forcibly intruded his fingers, with a salty breath, stirred in the mouth wantonly.

Letting the other party do something for a while, Ling Lang suddenly bit again without any warning. Feng Hao's face looked the same as before, and he kept staring at him. Ling Lang slowly loosened his teeth under his gaze and couldn't help it Ground sucked.

"The tongue is flexible," Feng Hao commented, pulling his fingers out of his mouth, wiping them with a paper towel, and taking out a pair of white gloves from the box and putting them on.

"The senior has the right to remain silent," Feng Hao dragged Ling Lang's collar to the bed. Every time Ling Lang moved, the beads in the secret cave squeezed and rubbed his sensitive prostate. "I have one anyway All night waiting for you to speak. "

Feng Hao's forefinger slowly crossed Ling Langjian | Ting *, the delicate touch of silk gloves made Ling Lang stiffly, and seemed to be asking for more.

His longing was clearly conveyed to Feng Hao. The hand that rubbed himself was like a magical force. All the senses where he went were magnified to infinity. With his eyes closed, he could depict the passing of that finger. path.

There was a hallucination in front of Ling Lang's eyes. He seemed to be replaced by another time and space, surrounded by a dark tunnel, and he was running in the tunnel. The exit in front of him was getting closer and closer, and he could only touch one step. The light, but there was an irresistible force that pulled him back to darkness instantly.

"No--" Ling Lang screamed in an uncontrollable way, but Feng Hao didn't seem to hear it at all. His hand had been pulled away from the partner's **** device, and he was spinning gently at the thigh root. .

It took a long time for Ling Lang's breathing to calm down slowly, and the love in her eyes gradually faded, but Feng Hao's hands overwhelmed him again.

He easily provoked Ling Lang *, and often ignored him at critical moments. Ling Lang didn't know how many times Feng Hao had tortured him repeatedly, just like endless torture.

When the opponent's hand moved away from his scorching high again, Ling Lang twisted uncontrollably, desperately trying to get rid of the shackles of his hands.

"Let me go! Let me go! Untie me, you bastard!" He almost roared at Feng Hao, but the man contentedly watched him struggle as a sleepy beast, as if admiring a reason He directed a good show.

Ling Lang couldn't break away from his whole body strength. Finally, his physical strength stopped. Feng Hao fiddled with the breast clip on his chest, and the tense string in Ling Lang's brain finally snapped off at this moment.

"I want, give it to me, please let me shoot," Ling Lang almost begged and begged. At this moment, as long as Feng Hao allowed him to release, he would agree to let him do anything.

"As long as you answer my question honestly," Feng Hao grasped his **** device, and set it up without hesitation. "Have you thought of me when you did this yourself?"

"I ..." Ling Lang bit his lips again subconsciously.

Feng Hao chuckled, and Ling Lang felt that the other's hand was about to withdraw from his body again. At that moment, all the restraint had vanished, all shame had been wiped out, and he shouted desperately, "Yes! Some! Some!"

The huge force pushed him out of the tunnel at once, and the light shrouded in an instant. He was bathed in holy white light, and a small luminous body fluttered around him in slow motion. The ears sounded dreamy. Dingling, echoing.

Ling Lang lifted her neck desperately, her pupils dilated, her heartbeat was so strong that she rushed out of her body, and her hands and feet had spasms due to excessive stimulation.

After a moment, he collapsed weakly on the bed, and the jumping egg between his chest was still buzzing.

Feng Hao turned off the remote control and started to clean up after doing things for Ling Lang in detail. Ling Lang was very reluctant to move his little finger, and he had to close his eyes and let the other party manipulate his body.

He thought Feng Hao would come in, but until Feng Hao released his hand, he didn't see the other party's meaning in this regard.

These days, no matter how Feng Hao treats him, he has never violated him. The only time he saw Feng Hao's body was on the set.

In addition, at any time, including sleeping, Feng Hao is well-groomed. No matter how slutty Ling Lang is, he never shows any impulse. Ling Lang almost suspects that he is cold.

"Have you no need?" Ling Lang asked, staring at his calm face.

Feng Hao gave him an unexpected glance, "I am a normal person, and of course there will be *," he cleaned up the props and put them back in the safe. "But I don't want to force you, I will wait patiently until the day when the senior takes the initiative . "