Ling Lang's lips stayed on Feng Hao's face for a moment, and then left quietly, Feng Hao frowned even when he was sleeping, as if his nerves would not relax for a moment.
Since Feng Hao wanted him that night, it was like opening the door of taboo. He couldn't remember how many times this was the first time he went to Feng Hao's bed. He only knew that every time he finished, no matter how painful and tired he was, he would be strong. Back up to his room.
At first, he suspected that the other party had dual personalities, otherwise he would have two extreme personalities of absolute gentleness and ruthlessness, but gradually he dispelled this speculation, because no matter what state Feng Hao was in, he had the same memory. .
Ling Lang couldn't guess Feng Hao's thoughts. Ling Lang's admiration for Feng Hao gradually turned into admiration, but everyone could see it. Although there was no line related to this, Ling Lang's eyes and small gestures betrayed. his mind.
After the kiss ended, Ling Lang watched Feng Hao silently for a while, then picked up the bathrobe and draped it over his body, and left Feng Hao's bedroom with a staggering footsteps.
The door was gently closed behind Ling Lang, and with a click, Feng Hao, who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
"OK!" The tacit understanding of the two people's filming is increasing day by day, the number of NGs is getting less and less, and the director is happy and relaxed, "Next time!"
"There is no follow-up to this scene," the field recorder quickly reminded him.
"Ah," the director still felt a little unfinished, "How about making up the skipped paragraphs?"
"No," Ling Lang decisively refused. Under his forcible request, the sex scenes in the script had already been chopped up, and it had become a movie suitable for all ages. harmonious.
The director immediately ran to the corner and cried, "I'm sorry for the investor's nest! This time the box office can't be saved! The art of the nest has been castrated! This year's golden man has to be given to the old bastard!"
Ling Lang let him cry and grab the ground, just pretending he didn't hear it, the producer peeked at Feng Hao with a little embarrassment, the latter smiled and shook his head.
The producer ran to the director and whispered a few words. The director reluctantly announced that today's shooting was over, and the staff consciously began to prepare for the next scene.
"Is there an announcement next?" Feng Hao asked Ling Lang after he got down.
"It seems like I have to make up an interview." The original magazine interview was cancelled due to an accident some time ago. In the morning, the agent told him to make up the interview after work today.
"The agent took you there?"
"Um."
"Then I'll go home and wait for you," Feng Hao kissed him on the lips.
When the two went out, the manager was already looking at his watch impatiently outside the door. Since the two great gods got together, he was deprived of the right to enter Ling Lang's lounge, and was thrown out from time to time by Feng Hao.
Although the speed of changing clothes and removing makeup was very fast, the agent still felt that they had been lingering for too long, "Why do the two gentlemen still need to say goodbye for so long?"
Ling Lang got into his car, and the manager threw him an interview outline. In order to avoid the cold scene, preparing an "official answer" for Ling Lang in advance was one of the manager's fixed jobs for so many years.
Ling Lang quickly scanned the outline, and when he looked up, he saw a black car in the rearview mirror. After all, he is also a person who is followed by paparazzi all year round, and his alertness is higher than ordinary people. He has seen the same car of the same color more than once, but the license plate is slightly different. Since his accident, he can often see them following him.
The manager is more experienced than him, and it is logically impossible to detect it, but at this moment, he is not shy about letting it follow, Ling Lang guessed one or two in his heart.
"The person behind Feng Hao?"
The agent also glanced at the rearview mirror and admitted generously, "Yes."
Ling Lang felt that it was a bit of a fuss, "Is it necessary?"
"Necessary?" The manager's voice raised an octave, "I can't wait to hire a bodyguard to protect you 24 hours a day, if that guy Feng Hao swears that his people are absolutely fine, I wouldn't tolerate them like paparazzi It's like following... Don't forget, the pervert who hurt you is still on the run, and it's been half a month and still can't be caught, how bad the police's efficiency is!"
"He won't show up again," Ling Lang blurted out, thinking of Feng Hao's reaction when he saw the news that morning.
The agent glanced at him through the rearview mirror in surprise, "How do you know?"
Ling Lang shook his head, no matter how much the agent asked, he didn't say a word.
The broker took Ling Lang into the elevator from the hotel's underground parking lot, and the bodyguard's car slowly drove over shortly after, and stopped not far from him.
The more the agent thought about Ling Lang's words in the car, the more he felt that there was something strange about it. Although Ling Lang was not fond of talking, he never told a lie. Could it be that he knew something
He thought about it, and finally opened the door to get out of the car, rubbing against the black sedan casually, and knocking on the glass of the driver's seat.
The car glass slowly lowered, and a bodyguard wearing sunglasses and a suit asked blankly, "Is something wrong?"
The agent said with a stern face, "Ling Lang has already gone up, and you are still sitting in the car lazy? Be careful, I will complain to your boss."
"I'm only responsible for driving, we have someone to follow Mr. Ling, you don't have to worry about his safety," the bodyguard said indifferent to his threat.
"Cough," the manager coughed covertly, "that's my misunderstanding, does eldest brother smoke?"
He was about to dig into his arms, but the bodyguard moved faster than him, and put his hand into his chest pocket first. The agent froze when he saw this move.
"Brother, calm down, I just want to get a cigarette," the agent said cautiously, "Do you think there might be any misunderstanding?"
The bodyguard shook his hand, then took out a pack of cigarettes, "Me too."
The agent let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Come on one?" The bodyguard was quite polite.
The corner of the agent's mouth twitched nervously, "I don't smoke, thank you."
"That," the manager pretended to be chatting, "about the pervert that attacked Ling Lang last time..."
"Um?"
The agent put his hand on the roof of the car, lowered his head, and asked quietly, "Do you know where he is?"
"Yes."
The bodyguard's answer was so straightforward, but it made the manager dumbfounded. When asked about such secrets in the movie, shouldn't he answer and kill him without saying anything
"Where is he?" The agent finally reacted and asked.
"I won't say if I kill you."
Agent: "… "
He suddenly felt that it was more effective to use coercion with the people in front of him.
"If you don't tell me, I will tell Feng Hao that you are indecent to Ling Lang."
"He won't believe it."
"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Feng Hao that you insulted me."
"He wouldn't mind."
Agent: "… "
The manager returned to the car angrily, and deliberately shut the door loudly. After sitting quietly in the car for a few seconds, a strange arc suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He magically made a tablet, tapped it a few times, and sure enough, in the center of the screen, he saw a red dot flashing on and off at his position. That was because he had just stuck to the roof of the other party's car while chatting. signal from the locator.
The agent flicked the screen proudly, "You are only allowed to follow, but not me?"
The agent arranged an interview with a fashion magazine for Ling Lang. This type of magazine is aimed at high-end people, and the reports are more in-depth. Generally, they will not follow the gossip news of the interviewee, so the agent will be assured of arranging Ling Lang to accept. their visit.
It was probably because the agent had negotiated with the other party in advance, and Ling Lang's emotional issues were subtly avoided in the interview outline.
"Excuse me, how did you think of applying for the film school and embark on the path of becoming an actor?"
The first reaction in Ling Lang's mind was the play "The Brave Immortal", that play explained almost all of his motivations for getting into the film school, but he still replied according to the standard answer prepared for him by his agent, "Because he is very interested in acting. interested."
"What's your favorite movie?"
Ling Lang recited several names.
The reporter pondered, "It seems to be all war movies? Do you prefer this theme?"
Ling Lang replied succinctly.
"But there doesn't seem to be any such subject matter in your work."
"Didn't come across the right script."
"That is, if there is a suitable script...?"
"I will think about it."
The reporter nodded in understanding, "I also liked the last movie you just said, and I have watched it many times. If a director wants to remake and invite you to play one of the roles, which character would you choose?"
Before Ling Lang could answer, the reporter said first, "Let me guess, is it the male lead?"
Ling Lang shook his head, "It's his enemy."
The reporter was stunned, "But that's a negative image." At the end of the film, this negative character was caught by the protagonist, sentenced to prison and imprisoned, so miserable.
Ling Lang's expression did not change, "The villain can test an actor's acting skills even more."
The reporter was in awe.
He looked down at the interview outline, realized that the two of them had been improvising just now, and hurriedly brought the topic back.
"Can you briefly describe the film you're working on?"
Ling Lang was silent, "That's a comedy."
The reporter was surprised, "You still make comedy?"
"Hope is the only one."
The reporter wasn't sure whether he was serious or joking, but seeing that Ling Lang's expression had not changed at all from just now, he had to slap him embarrassedly.
"What do you think of the script for this play?"
"two."
Reporter Khan, "Director?"
"Second."
The reporter sweated, "But the last movie had a box office of over one billion..."
"Then the audience asked for refunds."
Reporter Waterfall Khan, "... The response overseas is also good, and it is said that it is expected to be nominated for the best foreign language film at this year's Oscars."
"I think the jury is suspected of operating in the dark."
Reporter Genghis Khan, "You said that, I look forward to this film even more, and I hope to see it in the cinema as soon as possible."
"If there are free tickets and you don't know how to pass the time, you can take a look."
The reporter waved his hand quickly, "No, no, I will definitely buy a ticket to enter the venue in person."
Ling Lang took out a banknote from his wallet and handed it over without saying a word.
The reporter Zhang Er was puzzled, "What are you doing?"
"You will regret it at that time."
reporter:"… "
The part of the interview that made the reporter feel nervous was finally over. Next, Ling Lang changed into the clothes that the magazine had prepared in advance, and asked the photographer to take a few sets of photos for him, and the whole interview was over.
The reporter took Ling Lang to the elevator entrance, and when the elevator door opened, someone was already inside.
Ling Lang was rarely interested in strangers, but he couldn't help but glanced at the man in the elevator several times. No matter how he looked, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
The man seemed to be about to reach this floor. After stepping out of the elevator, he saw that Ling Lang kept looking at him, so he didn't move, and looked at him calmly.
"Do I know you?" Ling Lang regretted as soon as he asked. This question sounded too much like some old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation, not to mention it didn't match his identity.
Unexpectedly, the other party answered simply, "Yes."
The reporter didn't know if he should intervene to introduce the two at this time, and stood on the side at a loss.
The man continued, "You don't even know your own producer, how serious is your face blindness?"
Ling Lang remembered, it seems that the producers of the last few dramas are all the same person, but some producers are in charge of the overall situation, and some producers are just nominal investment, this person belongs to the latter, he is only in a few At the second opening ceremony, I saw the other party hastily showing one side.
But face blindness... Others' comments on him are arrogant and arrogant, but that's just a behind-the-scenes discussion, and no one has ever dared to speak of him like that in person.
The few brief encounters before did not make any impression on Ling Lang, but after knowing the identity of the other party, Ling Lang finally remembered why he felt familiar, because he looked very similar to a certain person, his eyebrows and eyes were the same. It's like engraved.
It's just that the face he usually faces always has a gentle smile on it, but this person is unsmiling.
"You are Feng Hao's brother."