After hearing Ling Lang's decision, everyone had different expressions on their faces. Feng Hao was delighted, the manager was pleased, the secretary's eyes lit up, Feng Hao's manager was surprised, while Ling Lang's manager was incredulous. .
"Well, that's the decision." The manager made a decision before the agent spoke. "As for the relationship between the two, we will handle it like this."
"For the outside world, we don't deny, clarify, respond, or make public. When the media asks, we just play side balls. When necessary, we give sweetness to the paparazzi. Before and after the film is released, we must play more ambiguous cards to whet the appetite of the public."
"Between the two of you, you shouldn't have too much intimate contact on the surface, but you have to create the illusion of a close relationship in private... Although I don't know if it's an illusion."
"When you are usually interviewed, you can pretend to reveal the other party's privacy unintentionally. Of course, it must be benign. In terms of itinerary, you can put more smoke bombs. On platforms where young people are more active, such as on Weibo, you can Properly sell and sell rot."
The manager's series of careful plans made Ling Lang suspect that the company had planned for a long time, and he never thought of referring to his opinion.
"I don't have Weibo," he said.
"You have, the fans are all eight figures, although two-thirds of them are zombies," the agent said angrily, "Your idiot assistant has been imitating your tone to help you take care of it."
"Does his account follow anyone?" the manager asked.
"None of them," the secretary replied on behalf of the manager, "It's quite like something Ling Lang can do. I've also paid attention to it. She's really good at cosplaying."
"Exactly, let her go back and follow Feng Hao's account."
Feng Hao smiled, "Senior, I'm going to be the only person you care about."
Ling Lang was expressionless, "Congratulations on having another zombie fan."
The manager confessed to Ling Lang worriedly, "It is not convenient for the company to interfere in an artist's private life. You were outside the system before, and you have always been maverick, and you are used to doing whatever you want. But this matter affects you. Your acting career is of great importance, I hope you can treat it rationally, don’t act rashly, and please discuss with the company before making a decision before taking any action.”
He turned to Feng Hao again, "Although you are not an artist under the Ye family, you are bound to Ling Lang in this matter, so I hope you can obey our company's arrangements."
The manager put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and said decisively, "Finally, the most important point in this PR incident, and the point that absolutely cannot go wrong, is the two of you, who, both, no, can, come out, If you don't find a suitable reason, you will be firm, determined, no, able, divided, and handed!"
Undress, kiss, stroke, hug, all in one go.
The two were biting, biting and beating each other, wishing they could tear each other apart.
Every expression is vivid, every action is full of passion.
It's more of a naked war than it's hot sex.
If the director slaps his thighs hard, this is the feeling, this is the art that Wo pursues!
The staff present were moved by them. From the performance of the two, they could not see any vulgarity and obscenity, and every kiss was sacred and awe-inspiring.
It is the fiery flame that burns at the end of life, the true emotion that can only be understood after life and death, the endless despair that swept away after hope, and the light of hope that burst out from despair.
There has never been a filming process that moved them so much, and there has never been a pair of actors who made them admire their acting skills. The moment the director called PASS, everyone couldn't help applauding, bravo. The admiration came one after another.
"Senior, your acting skills are really great. You have brought me into the drama completely," Feng Hao said with emotion, "I really want to go to bed with you now."
"Can you not immediately follow a serious sentence with a flirtatious sentence?" Ling Lang often felt that his posture switching was too skillful, and there was almost no gap.
Feng Hao smiled, "Is it okay to have a serious sentence right after the flirtatious words?"
He leaned closer, "Senior, you look so sexy when you have sex, I really want to do it with you just now," he returned to a normal distance, "Can we live together after returning to China?"
Ling Lang was startled, "Is that last sentence serious?"
"It's normal."
Ling Lang looked at him seriously for a while, "I will seriously consider it."
Feng Hao followed Ling Lang elatedly, "There are many advantages to living with me, my cooking is delicious."
"I can cook myself."
"I can also do all the housework."
"I also love doing cleaning."
"You don't have to do anything in my house."
"I don't want to be a rice bug."
"I don't want you to be a rice bug, I want you to be my pet."
Ling Lang stopped.
"I'm serious," Feng Hao added, "this sentence is serious."
"Can I trust you?"
Under the camera, Ling Lang's face was pale, his eyes were distracted, and he was walking on the brink of death.
"Of course," Feng Hao lay beside him, not much better than him, but still held on, "As long as I still have a breath, I will definitely be able to bring you back to land alive."
He grabbed his hand firmly, "I can definitely do it this time."
"Heh," Ling Lang chuckled lightly and closed his eyes, "Do you regret it?"
Feng Hao shook his head slowly, "I have never known regret in my life."
"Feng Lang Feng Lang! Ride the wind and break the waves!"
As soon as the group got off the plane, they were surrounded by the huge crowd of fans at the airport. They all held the same slogan in their hands, and some held a group photo of Ling Lang and Feng Hao, including newspapers. The one on the front page.
"Who's thinking of a bad slogan, and still riding the wind and waves," the agent wanted to complain when he was in a bad mood, "I think it's almost the same as making waves."
Feng Hao had always been smiling at the fans, but after hearing his words, the corner of his mouth became even more smiling, and his eyes were bent.
Ling Lang walked at the end of the team, as always, his face was expressionless, his eyes were not squinting, as if the people around him did not exist at all.
Seeing two people walking in tandem, the fans screamed wildly, and the screams almost lifted the roof of the airport.
"It cannot be denied that there are a lot more fans coming to pick up the plane this time than before," the assistant reminded the agent.
"So what?" The agent was still unhappy, "It's just for Ling Lang's gossip. Ling Lang is not an artist who needs to be hyped up with scandals. That kind of Ling Lang is not the Ling Lang that I want to cultivate."
"Huh? Are you playing a star development game?" the assistant asked in surprise.
"What do you know," the agent grunted displeasedly. "Wait, what are you talking about?"
"The shop address of my online shop," the assistant smiled and handed another card to the fans, "Welcome to the shop to have a look, there is an auction of Ling Lang's costume that was torn by Feng Hao, and there are two handwritings on it. Sign it, dear."
Fanatical fans chased Feng Hao and Ling Lang until they got into the car and refused to give up. They kept running after the car, trying to take more pictures of the interaction between the two.
It can be seen that the company attaches great importance to this matter. The sedan usually assigned to Ling Lang has been replaced with a longer model, just to fit Feng Hao in, and it is always implying to fans that the two are good enough to travel in and out in the same car.
The agent poked his head from the co-pilot again, "Ling Lang, go home and pack up. I'll find a hotel for you to stay first."
Ling Lang was puzzled, "Why do you want to stay in a hotel?"
"This..." The agent looked at Feng Hao unnaturally.
Ling Lang also glanced at the people around him, "It's okay, you can talk."
The agent carefully considered the words, "Your... rent contract expires, the landlord wants you... to move out first. If you feel wronged and stay in a hotel for a few days, I will show you the house tomorrow."
The agent's words were as false as a fantasy. How could a person like Ling Lang be able to rent a house or even get kicked out by the landlord, but Feng Hao's expression was normal after hearing all this, and he didn't raise any doubts. .
Ling Lang frowned. Mr. Mo provided his residence. Although he had made a lot of money over the years, he did not own any real estate in his name, and he never thought that the other party would take back the house one day.
"I see, I'll just go back and clean up and move out," he replied calmly.
"It's very inconvenient and uncomfortable to stay in a hotel, and you might be followed by the paparazzi," Feng Hao interjected, "Why don't you stay with me first, anyway, my house is big and safe."
As soon as he finished speaking, the agent immediately killed him with eye waves. Is the house so useless? Don't you two live in one room? Is safety useful? You are the most dangerous in the world!
He tried to manipulate Ling Lang again with his mind: Refuse, refuse, refuse, refuse!
Ling Lang lowered his eyelids. He didn't say he accepted, but he didn't refuse. The agent who knew him well understood that this was his acquiescence.
What the hell! The manager turned his head angrily, and saw Feng Hao secretly kissing Ling Lang again in the rearview mirror.
He finally froze, "You two give me some restraint!"
Feng Hao became the third person to enter Ling Lang's house after his manager, but he consciously stayed in the living room and did not enter Ling Lang's bedroom without authorization.
Ling Lang silently went into the house to pack his luggage. He had lived here for ten years, and the things he had to take away could not fit into a box.
Other celebrities had endorsements, and the manufacturers provided too many outfits to wear, but Ling Lang always had a few sets. From this point of view, he really didn’t look like a movie star, or even an artist.
He packed his things, looked around for a week, and finally took out the safe by the bedside and put it in the same suitcase.
After doing all this, he walked to the next room. The sunflowers on the shelf had already withered, and the LCD screen on the wall was still pitch black.
Ling Lang came to his familiar position and knelt down.
"Mr. Mo, this is probably the last time I come to see you."
"Thank you for taking care of me over the years. My only regret is not being able to thank you in person."
He was silent for a moment.
"You told me not to fall in love with anyone for ten years, and I did."
"You say I can do it now, but I don't know what it's like to like someone."
He lowered his head, "Even so, I still want to try it out, I..."
"I didn't know you still had the habit of praying to the TV," a voice interjected.
Ling Lang got up in shock, turned his head and said angrily, "Who let you in?"
Feng Hao didn't answer, but walked quietly behind him and looked up at the LCD screen not far away.
Ling Lang also turned his head and stared at the same place intently.
Feeling the pressure on his shoulders, Ling Lang knelt down without resistance.
Feng Hao bent down and hugged him, but his eyes never left that place from beginning to end.
"Have you always been looking up at the other side of the screen from this angle?" His incantation-like voice sounded low in Ling Lang's ear again.
"I'm curious, who is that person?"
Ling Lang's face was full of pious peace.
"Whoever he is, he seems to have abandoned you."
Feng Hao's hand went in along Ling Lang's neckline, and finally stopped on his left chest.
"Faith suddenly disappeared, you must be empty here."
Ling Lang closed his eyes.
Feng Hao tightened his arms, "Can I fill it in?"