Waiting Upon You

The filming work that lasted for three months was finally over. The crew organized a grand killing feast, and rarely participated in such activities. Even if they attended, it was a rare thing to stay at the banquet.

Legend has it that the producer who did not see the end of the dragon came to the scene and spoke a few beautiful scenes, nothing more than thank the director, the actor, the crew, and wish the film box office sell well.

Ling Lang looked at the stage with a face exactly like Feng Hao, but with a very different feeling, how emotionally his temperament will affect a person's appearance.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Hao whispered as he approached him.

Ling Lang answered him with sight.

Feng Hao also looked over, "Do you think I look like my big brother?"

Ling Lang shook his head.

"I've heard an interesting saying," Feng Hao pursed his lips. "It's the first two children in a family. The characters are absolutely opposite, even for twins."

This is the first time that Lang Lang has heard this theory, and he feels very fresh. Unfortunately, no brother can verify this statement.

Applause rang out from the crowd, Brother Feng closed his opening remarks, nodded to the public, and walked straight towards the two. He took two glasses of wine from the waiter's tray and passed them to Ling Lang.

"Congratulations," he toasted Lang Lang. "The performance was wonderful."

Ling Lang was wondering, "You saw it so soon?"

"No, I'm just polite."

Ling Lang: "..."

The two took a symbolic sip and the routine was over.

"Come with me," Brother Feng saved even his politeness for his brother.

Feng Hao quietly squeezed Ling Lang's palm, "wait for me."

Ling Lang actually wanted to leave, but Feng Hao said so that he had to stay.

Director Yang rushed forward with enthusiasm as usual, and took it for granted.

"Xiao Langlang, after finishing the film, Wo will return to the country. I don't know when I will wait until the next time I meet, and Mu will not drink a cup with Wo," he pointed his fingers aggrievedly.

Seeing this, Ling Lang had no choice but to touch him.

The director waited for a long time before leaving, and the actor who played the old opponent came later.

"Young man, the future is immense," the old opponent's lines were clean.

According to seniority, Ling Lang should take the initiative to pay respect to the other party. Now that the other party is doing respect, he has already given Ling Lang a great face. It is even more impossible for Ling Lang to refute his kindness and follow him.

The younger brother also came, and thoughtfully brought an extra glass of wine to Ling Lang. "Senior, thank you for pointing me in acting, and also thank you for saving me in a crisis. I respect you."

He drank his head and sipped, Ling Lang couldn't escape, and took a sip.

"From now on you are my idol, I will continue to work hard in your direction, and also ask the seniors to continue to cheer!" The younger brother bowed respectfully at him.

This kind of thing has been repeated again and again and again and again. People who watched see that Lang Lang did not reject the previous ones, but also dared to step forward and toast to Ling Lang. Some Ling Lang could barely recognize it. Some don't even have the impression.

If time goes backwards for a few months, Ling Lang won't even bother, but the crew fully understands what it means to be indomitable. Once he accepted it, he had to accept it for the second time. Later, the entire crew came up to this. King of Iceberg, who is hard to reach on weekdays, toast a drink.

Ling Lang's alcohol is actually average, but no one dared to give him a chance to verify. After drinking a few glasses of wine, his eyes were a little bit sloppy. He reasonably told him that he should eat something to make up for, and he could lose a full two months of dieting life *.

Feng Hao didn't come back. Ling Lang was surrounded by the crowd and couldn't leave if he wanted to leave. He looked at the expressions on everyone's faces, and didn't know how long he could hold on.

Just when Ling Lang was toasted in turn, in the hotel room, Feng Hao received a white pill sealed with a transparent bag from his brother.

Feng Hao opened the seal and sniffed the pills to his nose, his face discolored.

"Searched from the pocket of a waiter who came in," Brother Feng leaned on his arm, leaning on the table. "That man is really stubborn. If not for me this month, your little pet is at least Died three times. "

Feng Haoyin pours the pills into his pocket, "Have you found someone?"

Brother Feng nodded at the stack of information on the table. Feng Hao took it one by one and looked at it, the more he looked at the coldness in his eyes.

"I didn't get rid of him more than a decade ago. I didn't think he would get mixed up abroad in a dozen years." Brother Feng picked up one, "And there is a triad background, which is even more difficult. Now, I see what you are going to do. "

Feng Hao threw the information back to the table. "No matter how difficult it is, I will not tolerate him to continue like this."

"Don't forget, he was ruined to be half the dignity of a man with one kick. If this revenge is not reported, he will never give up," Brother Feng said with a whisper. "Someone is too hard to handle, I really You are worried. "

"It won't bother you, brother."

"Also, my security cannot be guaranteed. If you are afraid of an accident, the safest way is to keep your pet in a cage. Of course, this is not necessary for the time being."

Brother Feng smiled slyly. "I just caused him a little trouble. I guess he has no time to worry about this side," he leaned forward, "how about, am I considerate to you? Come again Sign three years to sell your deed. "

"Don't even think about it," Feng Hao refused, and Brother Feng shrugged sadly.

"Gone," he strode out. "I wish you a good time in the entertainment industry. Next time you need to invest in A | VGV, come back to me."

When Feng Hao returned to the lobby, Ling Lang was sober with only five minutes remaining, and even barely stood still. Feng Hao was the first time to see Ling Lang in a slightly sloppy state. His eyes looked like peach blossoms, his face was crimson, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed a variety of styles. He seemed to release the unknown side of his character.

Feng Hao walked over, and his attitude was obviously not as friendly as in the past. Of course, the people around him noticed that he was afraid of being blame and quickly dispersed.

When Ling Lang saw Feng Hao, only when he came to toast himself, he would raise the glass conditionedly. Feng Hao pressed the mouth of the glass, pulled his arm and went out.

Ling Lang got into the car and was very quiet. He closed his eyes and kept silent all the way, breathing evenly as if falling asleep.

When he got home, Feng Hao helped him into the door, and when the door closed, Ling Lang turned at his feet, and his two arms clung to Feng Hao's neck.

"You're drunk," Feng Hao said to Ling Lang who had apparently seduced him.

"I'm not drunk," Ling Lang sniffed leaning against his neck.

"You feel like a different person when you are drunk, or is it your nature?"

Ling Lang seemed a little dissatisfied. "All said that I was not drunk."

Feng Hao supported Ling Lang's shoulders and pushed him away from himself.

"Look at me, who am I?"

Ling Lang raised his misty eyes and recognized, "My master."

Feng Hao smiled. "It doesn't look too drunk yet."

Ling Langwang's eyes were full of resentment towards Feng Hao, with an unprecedented coquettish tone in her tone, "Master, why don't you want to come to me?"

Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "I take back what I said."

Ling Lang affixed to Feng Hao's lower body again, happily, in fact, he was not so drunk, he knew what he was doing, but the role of alcohol made him do what he wanted to do on a weekday. What he didn't dare to do, maybe like Feng Hao said, this is his nature.

Feng Hao pinched his chin, "I'll get you up like this while you're drunk, and you'll blame me when you wake up."

Ling Lang's eyes flickered, "If you're drunk, I won't blame you if I'm drunk."

Feng Hao laughed, and Ling Langya saw that his entire aura had changed. He looked at himself from the bottom of his eyes, his eyes were cold, "For you, do I need to take advantage of others? It wasn't I who twitched your fingers, you just obediently lay flat ... "

The last few words were attached to Ling Lang's ears, and the hot air spit out in Ling Lang's ears. Ling Lang heard his words, his eyes widened incredibly, and his body began to shake uncontrollably.

Feng Hao seemed to expect such a reaction. He straightened up again, moved his lips, and spit out two words silently.

Ling Lang actually understood, he closed his eyes in pain, the desire in his body | the fire was ignited for a moment, he teased Feng Hao for a long time and was unmoved, and Feng Hao's words made him want | Difficult to sustain.

"Can't you stand the stimulus?" Feng Haomo rubbed his neck. "In my opinion, you are far from being available for me."

He touched Ling Lang's cheek, and his thumb rubbed against the lips that were particularly ruddy because of congestion. "But I also can't give you a chance. If you want me to be with you, use your actual actions to fight for it."

Without waiting for Lang Lang's reaction, Feng Hao clasped his wrist and walked away. The movement was almost rude. Ling Lang drank the wine, and his pace was unstable, and he was dragged away by him.

Feng Hao dragged Ling Lang to a door that had never been opened, and Ling Lang swallowed nervously. He thought that this should be Feng Hao's tune | the classroom was even prepared for torture. Psychological preparation.

The door opened, and it was dark inside. As soon as Feng Hao threw his hand and threw Ling Lang in, he had not been able to adjust to the darkness in the room, and was blinded by a sudden light, Ling Lang instinctively lifted it up. His arms covered his eyes.

After a while, Ling Lang's hand was slowly put down. Everything in front of him surprised him so much that he couldn't close his mouth—the room was not what he imagined. There was no torture rack, no Trojan horse, no leather whip, and some of them were It was something he was extremely familiar with—cameras, quadruple lights, sunshades ... This room was simply a mini studio.

Feng Hao turned on the lights around Ling Lang one by one. With the continuous neutralization of the lights, Ling Lang's shadow completely disappeared under his feet. Then the cameras were started one after another, and the two positions were 90 to each other. Angle, Ling Lang subconsciously turned his face to the right angle, which is almost his professional instinct.

"You really are a qualified actor," Feng Hao approves, but his voice no longer has the usual tenderness, but he is cold and ruthless, "but I don't know if you can be considered a good actor."

"A really good actor can drive any subject," Feng Hao stood behind the camera. "Let's try it, and start with adult movies."

His lips lightened, his tone calm but irresistible, "take off."

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

Act 40: Move the small bench to grab the front row to watch the director ’s filming audience. Tip: Only eyes are allowed, no hands are allowed.

Today is the real fall of [The First Night of the Emperor], never green.