The moment Ling Lang kissed, he suddenly realized that this was his first on-screen kiss.
Perhaps it was Mr. Mo's inspiration. In the past ten years, he has starred in very limited romance films, and the only kiss scenes were shot through borrowed positions, so that he didn't even know whether the kiss scenes were just for appearance or not. To stick his tongue in like Feng Hao.
Feng Hao's kiss was just like his character, his lips were hot, he was domineering and powerful, and the kiss made Ling Lang's brain almost hypoxic. Ling Lang was quickly brought into the role by Feng Hao. He kissed back reluctantly. The two of them rolled over and kissed, leaving traces of love everywhere on the white sandy beach.
Feng Hao once again took the initiative. He pressed Ling Lang under him. He didn't know if the crew deliberately designed the clothes to be so thin. Feng Hao tore off the other party's clothes with ease.
"Stop!" Ling Lang pushed him away, "This is the only piece of clothing I have. If you tore it, where do you want me to find a change?"
Feng Hao patted his forehead embarrassedly, "I was negligent, let's start over."
The costume team immediately brought the replacement clothes, and the assistant secretly bagged the changed costumes while others were not paying attention.
"What are you doing with that?" The agent noticed the assistant's sneaky little movements.
"Such a commemorative item, if you go back and put it in an online auction, you will definitely be able to sell it for a lot of money."
The corner of the agent's mouth twitched, "Then why don't you ask Ling Lang to sign on it?"
"Shout!" The assistant gave a high five, "I also want Feng Hao's autograph!"
She patted her agent happily, "Thank you for reminding me!"
"Okay, let's start over from the... kissing scene," the director ordered while watching the replay.
Ling Lang couldn't understand, "Why can't we start from the end of the kiss?"
"That kind of footage is incoherent and not good-looking!"
"It can be later..."
"Wo is the director," the director interrupted him firmly, "this is the art of wo!"
The two rolled together again, this time Feng Hao did not use rude means, but gently helped him remove his clothes.
"NO NO NO! CUT CUT CUT!" The director waving his arms crossed, "This is too lack of passion, and it doesn't fit the mood of the mud guys having sex on the verge of death!"
"I definitely wouldn't want to do such a thing when I was about to die," Ling Lang said coldly.
The director turned to Feng Hao.
"I'm very interested in giving it a try," Feng Hao said with a smile.
"Look at people's ideological awareness!" The director turned around and taught Ling Lang, "This is the self-cultivation of an excellent actor!"
Ling Lang's face was extremely ugly, Feng Hao shrugged helplessly, "What should I do?"
"You lie down, I'll come."
It was another long, selfless kiss, and when the kiss ended, both of them gasped violently.
Ling Lang sat up from Feng Hao, took off his shirt and threw it to the side, leaned down again and bit the other's lips.
"Cut—"
"What's wrong!" Ling Lang straightened up and said angrily.
The camera was so frightened that it was incoherent, "Yes, yes, yes, a crab, crab, crab, entered, entered the camera, headed."
Feng Hao burst out laughing, and the camera shivered under Ling Lang's low-temperature gaze.
The two of them repeated this episode many times, each time for some bizarre reason, the most bizarre one was when the assistant director suddenly shouted - someone put bird shit on my head, so the whole episode was repeated. .
After being called off again, Ling Lang almost even had the heart to kill.
The director looked at the sky, "Let's stop here today, and continue tomorrow."
Ling Lang was inexplicable, "It's just noon."
"Yes, but the sun has changed its direction. When the muds stand, the shadow is in the west, and when they fall, the shadow is in the east? This is not scientific."
"How could the audience possibly notice so much?"
"Women must be rigorous when making movies."
"Strictly we shouldn't be filming this now."
"In the midst of rigor, the wolves have to sublimate."
"For sublimation, don't care where the sun is!"
"Shh—" The director put his index finger to his mouth, then closed his eyes, opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, "This is the art of nesting."
Ling Lang sat on the sidelines with a sullen face, someone quietly approached from behind him, and quickly kissed him on the face.
Ling Lang was shocked. He nervously swept around the circle to confirm that everyone was busy and that no one was paying attention, so he scolded in a low voice, "Are you crazy? You will be seen."
Feng Hao squatted beside him, "Senior was so nervous that someone would find out, not about me kissing you secretly?"
His words caused an unnatural expression on Ling Lang's face for a moment. If it wasn't for Feng Hao's reminder, Ling Lang would not have realized his true thoughts at all.
Feng Hao giggled, "We seem to be cheating on us like this."
Ling Lang didn't say a word, Feng Hao secretly held his hand in an inconspicuous place, Ling Lang broke free, and Feng Hao held it again, this time Ling Lang tried twice but couldn't pull his hand out, just let him grab it Not moving.
"Senior, you are very unstable today, what happened?"
Ling Lang avoided his gaze and turned to look at the sea.
"It's normal for a lot of actors to join the show, so many on-screen couples who have finished filming romantic films will come together," Feng Hao said like an expert in this field, "but this kind of love may not last long, because they just I got confused with the characters on the show."
Feng Hao held his hand and tightened it again, "I know that the senior has always been a very devoted person in acting, but I believe that the senior will not be so sloppy when it comes to emotions. Joining the play is a good excuse, but you are sure Are you going to deceive yourself like this?"
Ling Lang closed his eyes, Feng Hao always seemed to have the ability to read minds in front of him, he was like someone who had known him for many years, and even the deepest secrets in his heart could not escape his eyes.
He admitted that the scene in the play just now made him have an extraordinary feeling, and he also tried to use the play to convince himself that it was only the character's feelings, rather than his own thoughts about Feng Hao.
But in the blink of an eye, Feng Hao smashed this illusion to smithereens, letting everything he dared not face, his true emotions, his special aptitude, lay naked on the beach, letting the noon sun shine vertically.
A crab passed by, and neither of them noticed the abnormality. The paparazzi who were observing the situation here with a telescope a few hundred meters away pressed the remote control, and the pinhole camera bound to the crab started to work.
Installing cameras on animals has been widely used by biological researchers and animal photographers. It can be used in the field of celebrity candid photography. Paparazzi is still the first person in history, but this kind of shooting is more like gambling, and obviously paparazzi are lucky.
The phone on the editor-in-chief's desk rang that afternoon, and it was the transoceanic call from the paparazzi.
"Leave the front page for me tomorrow." He was holding the phone, flipping through today's results one by one, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth represented his good mood at the moment.
The editor-in-chief's eyes lit up immediately, "Did you catch a big fish?"
"Fresh and plump," the paparazzi laughed, "probably have to work overtime tonight for my hard-working colleagues."
The print volume of the newspaper was doubled, but it was still sold out early in the morning. It was like a bomb was dropped on the land, and it soon spread to the island. The moment I saw the headline, the agent almost died of a myocardial infarction.
He didn't bother to knock on Ling Lang's door again, so he went straight to 1606. When Feng Hao opened the door, Ling Lang just came out of the bathroom, and the manager was blinded by their cohabitation attitude.
"You...you...you...you're crazy!" The agent slapped the faxed newspaper on Feng Hao, "Look at it, and say that sooner or later you'll have fun!"
Feng Hao looked down, and the headline on the front page was the exposure of the actor Ling Lang's shocking love affair. The picture below is a snapshot of the moment when Feng Hao secretly kissed at the beach, it was as if it was posed in front of him.
Feng Hao measured it in surprise, "This seat..."
Ling Lang also walked over to him to see, "It could only be on the ground."
"Buried in the sand? It's not realistic."
The agent couldn't take it anymore, "Can you two stop discussing technical issues now? I warned you not to be careless, Ling Lang has been..."
Feng Hao turned to Ling Lang and said, "What do you think, senior?"
The agent was angry, "You can't let me finish my words once!"
Ling Lang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, but did not say anything, but the manager coughed exaggeratedly.
"It seems that this time the rice is cooked with raw rice," Feng Hao said with a helpless expression.
"Hey! I'm still here!"
"It's better to take this opportunity to just reveal my relationship with the senior," Feng Hao said sincerely.
"Don't ignore my existence!!"
The agent's cell phone rang, and he picked it up angrily.
"That's all bullshit from the media."
"I don't admit that there is such a thing!"
"What? Coming over?"
He glared at Ling Lang with your good-looking eyes, "Okay, okay, I know."
"The company has sent someone over, and it will be there tomorrow," he hung up the phone. "You two still have a whole day to discuss how this matter can be resolved!"
Now Ling Lang was already a veritable artist under Ye's Entertainment, and the company's top management took this matter very seriously and sent a manager to personally inquire about it.
The manager and secretary, Feng Hao and Ling Lang, the managers of both sides, sat down to discuss the next strategic policy.
The original newspaper was placed in front of the manager, "The photos taken this time are too clear, there are too many numbers, and the evidence is solid, I'm afraid it will be difficult to overthrow."
"Why can't it be overturned?" Ling Lang's manager was the most excited. "Like this one, it can be said that the shooting angle is the only reason for the ambiguity. The label on the clothes can be said to be a mistake by the hotel. This one, this one," he said with Fingers poked the front page repeatedly and secretly kissed the photo, "This one can be interpreted as whispering!"
"Impossible," the secretary showed him the next picture of the same scene. "Here, the hands are held together, and the red circle is added to enlarge it. There is no need to hold hands when whispering."
The manager immediately turned his head to look at Feng Hao with murderous eyes, and Feng Hao shrugged innocently.
"Nowadays society is more open, and artists who dare to admit their sexuality will not necessarily be discriminated against, and may attract more gay groups and young female fans," the secretary suggested.
"No!" The agent refused immediately, "Of course it doesn't matter to Feng Hao, his fan base is not large, and he is mostly young girls, so it's good for him to stir up such scandals. ."
"But what about Ling Lang? Most of the regular fans Ling Lang has accumulated over the years are older adults, some of whom are conservative, and his image in the circle has always been a typical example of cleanliness. These fans will definitely turn black!"
"Ling Lang will inevitably lose a certain number of fans, but at the same time he will also gain a large number of new fans, and the number of fans won't necessarily be less than the number of fans lost," the secretary retorted.
"But old fans pay attention to his acting skills, new fans only care about his gossip, those are not true fans at all!" The agent danced excitedly, "They don't have any loyalty at all, if one day they two If they fall out, these fans will step on them harder than anyone else!"
The secretary looked at the manager, and the manager cleared his throat, "Your analysis is very reasonable, but the current situation makes it difficult for the company to ride a tiger. Our internal opinion is to let the two choose to acquiesce for the time being. This news is a double-edged sword. , for now, is a really good publicity stunt for the upcoming film."
The agent had nothing to say. He pushed Feng Hao's agent and wanted him to come out and say something, but Feng Hao's agent was just a decoration. He usually listens to Feng Hao. At this critical moment It is even more impossible to overtake it.
"I-I don't have any opinions, I will listen to Feng Hao," he tremblingly threw the decision to Feng Hao.
Feng Hao, who had been silent for a long time, spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke to Ling Lang's manager, "I understand your concerns, and frankly speaking, what you are worried about is also the reason why I have been hesitant, it's just me Disagree with the assumption that you will fall out someday, because that assumption cannot hold."
He turned his attention to Ling Lang, "The reason why I don't make it public is entirely because of the senior's thoughts."
"As long as the senior doesn't agree, even if everyone insists that I am lying, I will deny it to the end."
"But as long as the seniors say a word, I can hold a press conference in the next second to express my heart in front of the whole world."
As soon as Feng Hao's words came out, the audience fell silent. Everyone looked at Ling Lang in unison, waiting patiently for the last person's opinion.
After a period of silence, Ling Lang calmly said, "I have no opinion."