Waiting Upon You

Chapter 20: Party

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"It's been a long wait," Feng Hao finally finished cleaning the last room, Ling Lang hurriedly straightened up, and took the initiative to put his head under the opponent's hand to rub.

"The two of us really look like artists who have been hidden by the agency," Feng Hao joked. "Other artists are running outside to announce that they are too busy, but we are wasting our time here."

Ling Lang didn't quite agree with the idea of wasting time, but he didn't open his mouth to refute it.

The doorbell rang, and it was the little brother from the home delivery service. The agent refused to accept it, and in the end, he honestly sent the courier.

Feng Hao signed for Ling Lang, opened the envelope and was delighted, "Sure enough, you can't say it too early, it seems that your foot restraint order will be cancelled in advance."

What the agent sent was neither a contract nor a script, but an invitation, dark red and hot stamped with gold edging.

The invitation invited Ling Lang to attend the annual charity gala. The first founder of this charity foundation was Mr. Mo, so Ling Lang attended every year.

"Go?" Feng Hao asked him.

Ling Lang hummed, "Go."

"Then I'll prepare clothes for you."

"I can do it myself..." He was halfway through speaking, realizing who he was, and stopped.

However, on the day of the party, Ling Lang began to regret why he didn't stick to his own opinions at that time.

"Do I have to wear this?" He reluctantly looked at the black thong that Feng Hao had prepared for him. The designer was probably a person who advocated saving and environmental protection, and the fabric was as little as possible.

"If you don't like it, you can also wear the red one next to you," Feng Hao said very generously.

Ling Lang glanced at the red one, the material was increased, but there was a hole in the back, which was not as good as the black one.

"Can't these be kept at home to wear?" Ling Lang wanted to negotiate again.

"You don't need to wear any clothes at home, although I haven't asked for it for the time being," Feng Hao resolutely rejected him.

Ling Lang's negotiation failed, so he had no choice but to put his thong on and a suit on.

Feng Hao tied a tie for him, "Abstinence on the outside and lasciviousness on the inside, there is nothing more suitable for you than the combination of these two."

He wickedly put his hand into the seam of the other's trousers, and lifted the narrow belt around Ling Lang's waist, tightening the thong that had been inserted into the seam of his hips, and a flush flashed across Ling Lang's face quickly.

"Okay," Feng Hao helped him pack up, "the car is already waiting outside, let's go."

"We?" Ling Lang realized later that the other party was also wearing formal clothes.

"That's right," Feng Hao took out an invitation card from his inner pocket, "we."

After returning from the island, Ling Lang had never appeared in public. The media knew that he would definitely attend this charity party. At this moment, they were all blocked at the entrance of the venue, waiting to grab first-hand information.

"You two don't get out of the car at the same time," the manager ordered, "Ling Lang will go first, Feng Hao will go in after a while."

"I agree," Feng Hao echoed. "Getting off at the same time is suspected of being too hyped, and it seems like it's overshadowed by one after another."

"You want to hide your head! You might as well just walk the red carpet hand in hand!" the agent growled.

"This proposal sounds good too," Feng Hao turned his head, "Which one do you think is better?"

Ling Lang answered him directly with action, he got out of the car first and closed the door behind him.

"Ling Lang is here!" The sharp-eyed reporter saw him first, shouted excitedly, and was stepped on by reporters and photographers swarming up behind him.

"Excuse me, Ling Lang, is your relationship with Feng Hao real? When did you start?"

"The new film advertises you as the starring role but never appeared once. Is it really as rumored that you were ordered to be banned by the brokerage company?"

"You didn't explicitly deny your relationship, does that mean you've acquiesced? Have you considered coming out publicly?"

The reporter's questions were one after another, but Ling Lang, as always, did not respond, and walked straight into the venue under the guidance of the guards and the manager.

"An insider broke the news that the two of you have started living together. Is there really such a thing?" A voice stood out from the chaos, and all the reporters heard it as if they had discovered a new world, and the focus immediately pointed to the rumors of cohabitation.

"You two really live together?"

"Did you live in his house or did he live in yours?"

"Please answer directly!"

Ling Lang's footsteps suddenly stopped, everyone thought he was finally going to make a public statement, but he stared at the first reporter who raised the issue of cohabitation, and coldly dropped a sentence, "No comment."

The agent also made an important speech: "Please don't talk nonsense without evidence. We reserve the right to legal proceedings for false reports."

"Why are you so sensitive when it comes to cohabitation? Is it true that the insider broke the news?" Reporters have shifted their targets to agents.

"There really is such an insider, ask him to come and confront me," the agent said calmly. "Otherwise, don't wantonly spread rumors behind your back."

He stopped the reporters who kept pushing up in front of him, "Please make way!"

Ling Lang followed behind him with a stern expression, staring straight ahead, ignoring anyone at all.

Every time he took a step, the thin straps were rubbing between his thighs. He could not wait to walk to his seat immediately, but the reporters surrounded his path with water and pulled the obviously short distance. long.

The organizer had to send an extra team of security guards, and finally succeeded in sending Ling Lang into the venue. The reporters were unwilling to give up, so they had to surround the agent with three floors outside and bombard them indiscriminately.

"Feng Hao is here!" The sharp-eyed reporter shouted again, and everyone quickly turned around and stepped on him and rushed to Feng Hao's side, which could be regarded as liberating the hapless agent.

The reporter repeated the question that had just been asked to Ling Lang, word for word, except for the subject, Feng Hao seemed much friendlier than Ling Lang, and behaved politely no matter what privacy question was asked.

"Thank you for your concern for my private life," Feng Hao said with a smile on his lips. "But tonight's theme is a charity party. I hope everyone can focus more on charity."

How could the entertainment reporters let him go so easily, scrambling to ask questions like a barrage of cannons, but even the sharpest questions were taken away by Feng Hao.

"Are you two a couple?"

"We're a pair who work well together on screen."

"Are you two living together?"

"We live on the same earth, so please take care of the environment."

"Are you straight?"

"How do you know I'm an upright person?"

It was not until Feng Hao entered the venue that the reporter discovered that although he seemed to have answered a lot of questions, in conclusion, it was no different from Ling Lang's "no comment".

Ling Lang was led to his seat by etiquette. There were many celebrities and business elites attending the party. There were not many star entertainers like him, and they were all seniors with high reputation in the circle.

Ling Lang had always been the youngest guest invited to attend, so when he knew that Feng Hao had also received the invitation letter, he was quite surprised.

The party started on time, and the host took the stage to read the speech, "Thirty years ago, Mr. Mo founded the Mo's Charity Foundation, which aims to help drop-out children return to school, provide nutritious lunches for poor children, and help minors with serious illnesses. …”

Ling Lang had heard the same words many times. He listened to the report absent-mindedly, and swapped his left leg with his right. The uncomfortable feeling coming from a private place always reminded him of the fact that he was hiding under his suit pants.

I don't know if it was his illusion or not, Ling Lang felt a burning gaze coming from not far from the oblique rear. When he looked back, he met Feng Hao's gaze.

Seeing that Ling Lang noticed him, Feng Hao hooked the corner of his mouth at him again, but this smile was not the kind of gentle and indulgent smile at home. The joking in it meant that only Ling Lang could understand it.

Ling Lang turned back quickly, but the feeling of being stared at was firmly locked in his heart as if possessed, as if the other party was looking at him with ulterior motives all the time.

As soon as he thought of this, the feeling from his lower body became stronger, and all his attention was shifted to below the waist. He didn't hear a word of what the people on the stage said.

Ling Lang had no choice but to leave the venue under the pretext and quickly walked to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, a hand suddenly pressed against the door frame of the toilet. Then Feng Hao followed suit and locked the door.

Ling Lang was taken aback by his bold move, "How dare you just follow me?"

"There's no one behind," Feng Hao winked slyly at him, "I'll check whether you loosen the straps on purpose."

Ling Lang was a little embarrassed after being pierced by Feng Hao's words.

Feng Hao untied his trousers, reached out and squeezed Ling Lang's hip twice, then walked to the front and deliberately teased, Ling Lang knew that there must be a change in his place.

"Keep it like this, don't use crooked brains," Feng Hao completed a series of obscene movements, and arranged it for Ling Lang as if nothing had happened, "You know, when I look at you from behind, it seems that I can see through it. The inside of you."

He kissed Ling Lang on the cheek and added, "It's so charming."

Feng Hao came and went quickly, but Ling Lang's lust didn't subside so easily, he had to stay inside for a while, until the urge to be provoked by the other party subsided before he dared to go out.

Ling Lang didn't understand why the other party came out like this inexplicably, but he quickly understood that the next time, he had a tougher time than before, Feng Hao's words were like a hypnotic spell, which made him feel completely in his lower body at all times. The illusion of being exposed to the public.

He had to clamp his legs tightly, trying to relieve the embarrassment, his gluteal muscles were involuntarily tense, and the ever-present sense of rape from the diagonal back made him feel like he was on pins and needles.

In a trance, when he heard his name appear in the host's mouth, Ling Lang's heartbeat suddenly stopped for half a beat. He packed up his emotions as quickly as possible and walked to the stage with steady steps.

Every year, the agent would help him take care of the donations for the foundation. The hostess brought the cheque, Ling Lang and her held each other, showing an impeccable and perfect expression to the front camera.

He saw Feng Hao at a glance in the crowd. Feng Hao smiled and compared his mouth to him. With such a distance and light, it was impossible for Ling Lang to see clearly, but he knew exactly what the other party said.

True, fascinating, people.

Ling Lang turned one of his hands behind his back, and pinched his fingernails into his flesh, trying to divert some attention from the pain. He used all his strength to fight against his body's instincts, and the camouflage mask he had built for a long time concealed his expression flawlessly. .

Every second he spent on the stage was so long, the flashing spotlights and the snapping shutter sound in front of him were so familiar, but now they turned into sharp tools to reveal his true thoughts, as if through them , everyone can see what he looks like under his decent suit.

Ling Lang stepped down with an unknown force, his footsteps seemed to be stepping on misty clouds. He tried desperately to ignore the friction between the thighs, but the feeling backfired and became stronger. He insisted not to look in the direction of Feng Hao, but he clearly knew that the other party's eyes had never left him from beginning to end.

After being seated, he tried to calm down for a long time before turning his head and glaring at Feng Hao, with anger and blame in his eyes unconsciously, Feng Hao almost couldn't help laughing.

Towards the end of the party, a staff member quietly asked Ling Lang to leave the VIP channel, so that he didn't have to face the stalking reporters again, which greatly relieved him.

The company's car was already waiting outside the exit. Ling Lang waited in the car for a while and did not see Feng Hao. Instead, the manager's phone rang.

"Please hand over the phone to the senior."

"What? Why don't you just call him?"

"I don't have the senior's phone number," Feng Hao said with an obvious smile.

The manager was completely speechless, turned his head and handed the phone to Ling Lang, only then did Ling Lang remember that Feng Hao asked himself to call twice before, but he refused, and the matter was never mentioned again.

"I have something to delay. You go back and wait for me first. There is a note I left for you in the drawer of the bedside table on the left," Feng Hao explained over the phone.

Ling Lang returned the mobile phone, and the manager took it in angrily, "Is it a kind of concealment if you don't exchange numbers?"

"I forgot," Ling Lang said lightly.

When Ling Lang returned home, as Feng Hao said, he found a note in the drawer, and there was something next to him that made him blush.

He opened the note, and it said four words concisely - put on and wait for me.

Ling Lang rubbed the note with a blushing face, and reluctantly muttered, "How can a dog understand a small note?"