Waiting Upon You

When the agent arrived at the company in the morning, he was frightened by the crowd protesting at the door. He used his efforts against journalists to break through the siege, and finally managed to squeeze into the company's door.

"What the **** is going on outside?" As soon as he entered the office, he saw his assistant Yu You sitting on his seat eating snacks. "Why so many people?"

"Of course it came to protest."

"What are you protesting?" He just patronized and squeezed in, not even seeing any banner from outsiders.

"Of course it's a protest against your two baby boys ..."

The agent glared at her.

"... the quilt of your two baby entertainers," she compared with her hand to her neck, "CUT."

"This has a half dime relationship with us? If you want to protest, you should go to the General Administration, and if you are not good, you should go to the movie company. What's the use of protesting with the agency?" The agent was baffled.

"Look at it yourself," the assistant picked up the remote control and pressed it toward the TV, and a reporter immediately appeared on the screen with a microphone.

"Now what you see is a live report from the main entrance of Ye's Entertainment. Since 8 am this morning, a large number of fans have gathered here to protest against the film starring by the company's artists Ling Lang and Feng Hao. "PrisonBreakbackOcean" has too many cuts, resulting in a serious lack of plot. I will interview the fans participating in the demonstration below. "

The reporter stopped a fan holding the Feng Lang sign, "Why are you launching this protest?"

Fans talked and trembled, "I think everyone has seen that the actual broadcast content of this movie is completely inconsistent with the previous publicity. At the press conference, the director once made it clear that this is a festival with no limits. The ethical film that three, three views and shame go together, but after we were attracted by this promotion and bought tickets to watch the movie, we saw a literary film with noble and sentiment coexisting, justice and morality coexisting. I think this Seriously constituted consumer deception, which is false propaganda! "

"But cutting down overexposed lenses should be an order issued by the General Administration. As a Chinese, you should have been accustomed to this for a long time. Why are you still so excited?"

"The premise of the reduction is that it does not affect the plot of the movie itself, but it is clear that the film was cut to pieces and completely unconnected before and after the plot. Why was the island still on the island a second ago and two people returned after a crab crawled over? At sea? Two people have beaten you to death before, why did it become a relationship between life and death in a blink of an eye? There is no explanation in these due-to-play dramas. Since we bought the tickets, we have the right to know the complete story! "

"But as far as I know, the post-editing of the film belongs to the work of the producer and has nothing to do with the agency ..."

The interviewee interrupted her. "First, this film was produced by an overseas company. We have no way to go abroad to protest collectively. If we have the opportunity to go abroad, we will go directly to the uncut version. Who will protest? "Second," she changed a dozen of information from her arms, apparently prepared, "there is enough evidence to show that the film company's largest shareholder is also one of the shareholders of Ye's Entertainment. The two are basically a group. of!"

Fans raised their fists in anger, "The most overwhelming is not that the producer deletes the plot without permission, but after deleting the plot, you should also type 'here river crab 3 minutes 28 seconds in the subtitles, please go to heaven to find it. 'We also paid for V ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh since we bought the tickets and watched the movie, we showed this to us? We protested solemnly and never condoned it! "

"Are we the same shareholders as the film company?" The agent was the first to hear about such a thing.

"Don't you know?" The assistant was more surprised than him. "I thought it was for this reason that you let Ling Lang take over their company."

"I let Ling Lang pick up because ..." The agent waved his hand. "Forget it.

He snatched the snack bag from his assistant. "Don't eat, don't eat, work."

"Finally starting work? Is Linglang picking up a new book?"

"He hasn't seen it, but this time he has no choice," the agent threw the script into her arms, and the assistant called out, "No," PrisonBreakbackOceanII? "

After seeing the play title, Ling Lang refused without hesitation, "I won't pick up the book of Yi screenwriter."

"Rest assured, this screenwriter has no surname," the agent did not want to sit at Feng Hao's house. He was afraid that his buttocks would stain his buttocks. Fortunately, Feng Hao was not here, otherwise the two would have to go head-to-head.

"Changed screenwriter?"

"Correct."

Ling Lang then opened the script and looked at two pages, and suddenly remembered, "I don't accept films directed by foreigners."

The agent was helpless, "I have already inquired about it. The director this time is properly Chinese."

While he was reading the book, the agent gave him the context, "The first box office was sold, and there were many suspense in the plot. The company meant to launch the second one while it was hot and strive to make it a series. sheet."

Ling Lang flipped back, "More content will be cut out according to this script."

"Yes," the agent yelled, "I won't let you play this kind of film with Feng Hao whenever there is a chance you can refuse."

Ling Lang noticed his subtext, "What do you mean?"

"It's the first contract. If you make a series in the future, the producer has the right to renew the contract. If you don't accept it, it will be a breach of contract."

Ling Lang pondered for a moment, "What about Feng Hao?"

"That's a question?" The agent said badly. "He must be willing to do so. I suspect that this idea was what he came up with. If you didn't just pick up the movie, I can't wait for him to make it into a TV series. Or The kind of Korean drama. "

"I see," Ling Lang closed the script. "Leave the script here. What day?"

"next week."

Ling Lang said for a while, "So fast?"

"No way, the producers rushed, but fortunately, there is no need to go to the island to shoot this time."

The shooting location is not just on the island, it is just at the door of the house, and it can be reached in less than half an hour by car.

When Ling Lang came to the crew, he was very familiar with the faces, the directors, the screenwriters, the dramas, and the cameras.

"What's going on," Ling Lang asked the agent behind him, "Isn't it that the director is Chinese and the screenwriter isn't surnamed?"

"This ..." the agent was confused, "I really get the news ..."

"He's right," Director Yang interjected. "This time, Wo wasn't a director, and Wo was a screenwriter."

Ling Lang quickly turned his head, and the screenwriter raised his hand shyly. "I'm sorry, this time I'm a director."

Ling Lang's face sank. "Your crew is here to play with me?"

"Relax, relax," Director Yang wanted to go up to Linglang, but he flew away. "Everyone is so familiar, wouldn't it be more tacit to work together? The mud Chinese don't have an old saying, have friends From afar, why not say (shuo)? "

"That word reads yue, not shuo," Ling Lang corrected coldly.

"Oh ~~" the director stunned, "Chinese culture is so profound and profound, why don't you come to the nest room tonight for a cultural exchange between China and the West?"

boom--

Today I did not start it informally. I just met on a routine basis before shooting. Let's exchange your views on the film.

Director Yang talked about the director of the screenwriter and talked with a black eye, and Ling Lang was delusional from beginning to end.

Feng Hao has been abroad for more than a week, and Ling Lang has lived alone for ten years. However, living with Feng Hao for two months, he found that he was not used to living alone, and had a kind of emotion called miss that he had never experienced before.

It seemed as if he had a good heart. A cell phone was handed to him indifferently. Ling Lang looked up to see the agent's expression and knew that the caller was Feng Hao.

"Call home, no one answers," Feng Hao's pleasant voice rang at the end of the phone. "Are you in a meeting?"

Ling Lang glanced at the director who froze, "Listening to the foreign devil."

Feng Hao laughed, "Do you miss me?"

Ling Lang did not answer the question, "Have you arrived in Hong Kong?"

"Just landed, I can go back tonight, obediently wait for me at home."

"Well," Ling Lang responded without saltiness or indifferent emotions.

The agent took his cellphone back, "Can't you two exchange the phone? Don't call me every time, do you charge for international calls?"

"Forget it," Ling Lang told the truth.

"Both of you—" The agent suddenly realized that there were others beside him, and swallowed the words in time, lowering his voice. "They both live together, and they don't even have a phone call with each other. Is this a peculiar little thing for you? Don't you have to send him your number? "

"No, I'll give it to him when I go back."

It was six o'clock in the evening when Ling Lang arrived home. Feng Hao had not yet returned. He didn't know what time Feng Hao said to be back at night. He took a sip and lay down on the bed with his clothes. He fell asleep without knowing it. .

In the dream, Ling Lang felt that someone was kissing him. It felt exactly the same as when he was kissing on the beach in the past, even hotter than that. He couldn't help but kiss back. After getting a response from Ling Lang, the person kissed him more Invested.

The extremely real touch and breath made Ling Lang realize that he was not dreaming. He opened his eyes, and Feng Hao's eyelashes enlarged in front of his eyes. It was not until he saw the other person in person that Ling Lang realized how much he was. miss him.

The two indulged in each other's breath, as if to make up for the time of departure, this is their second kiss, but also the first kiss in the true sense.

Feng Hao's kiss skills are very high, and he provoked Ling Lang's affection three or two times. | He naturally stretched out his hand to catch each other's neck, and the two kissed more and more ecstatically. Walked a few times, then moved to the neckline, one by one unbuttoning the shirt.

When Feng Hao took off his clothes, Ling Lang cooperated extremely. He thought that Feng Hao was about to do it, and he didn't mean to refuse at all. He even raised the crotch on his own initiative, gently rubbing on the other person to imply he.

Ling Lang hung up quickly, and Feng Hao finally gave a bite on the tip of his nose, ending the lingering kiss.

Under Feng Hao's skillful provocation, Ling Lang's breathing was disturbed, and his face was still emotionally crimson.

He thought Feng Hao would say "I want," but the other side said, "Follow me."

Ling Lang didn't know where Feng Hao was going to take him, but still obediently followed him to another locked door.

Feng Hao took out his bunch of keys again, picked out one of them, and opened the door. When Ling Lang saw the contents of the door, he froze.

Feng Hao didn't allow him to be frightened. He led the other person to the room and motioned him in. The cage was only half a person tall, and Ling Lang could only kneel or sit after entering.

Feng Hao squatted outside the cage. "I said that as long as I'm in bed, I can't wear clothes. This is my rule. Any rule, I only say it once. If you violate it, you will be punished.

Ling Lang listened silently.

"The so-called rules are that you have to obey whether I am or not. I can't be by your side for 24 hours, but I need to be in your heart for 24 hours."

"I hope you can reflect on this period of time in the cage. The time for your reflection is up to me."

Feng Hao pressed his forefinger to his lips. "Finally, remember the rules in the cage. Don't talk. If there is something important, call me. You know what to call.

He reached out and slammed and closed the door of the cage.