In the torrential rain, Ling Lang was fighting with people. This scene was played when Ling Lang went to the bar at night and accidentally found out that his younger brother was selling drugs in the past. .
In the last line of the scene, the younger brother screamed at Ling Lang desperately to vent his dissatisfaction, but no matter how hard he shouted, the director was not satisfied. The two had been fighting in the rain for more than an hour. , until the water in the fire truck was declared exhausted.
The filming had to be temporarily interrupted. Ling Lang was wearing a wet costume, and the deep night made the temperature even lower. He could only rely on the ginger syrup brought by his assistant to keep out the cold.
"Senior, I'm sorry." While waiting, the actor who played the younger brother came over to apologize to Ling Lang in panic, "It's because of me that I NG so many times that I hurt you... Ah Chi."
The younger brother covered his mouth nervously, and only then did Ling Lang glance at him lightly.
"You can't scold because you don't hate me enough."
"Eh?" The younger brother almost couldn't keep up with Ling Lang's train of thought.
"Subconsciously, you still regard me as a respected eldest brother."
"That's why you can't point your nose and scold me in person."
"And in fact, you don't think so anymore."
The younger brother finally realized that Ling Lang was teaching him a play, and immediately listened attentively, even forgetting the discomfort of wet clothes for a while.
"In your mind, I have become the person you hate the most."
"In order to achieve the goal, don't hesitate to climb into the bed of the boss."
"If it was another person, you might not have such strong emotions yet."
"But I'm different. I used to be your eldest brother and someone you admire."
"How much you admired me before, how much you hate me now."
The younger brother looked at Ling Lang, his initial surprise turned into hatred little by little. The high-wattage white light on the set hit him in reverse, condensing the contempt and hatred on his face into shadows.
When the waterwheel came back, Ling Lang threw his coat on the chair and strode away from the younger brother, "Remember your current mood."
The two scuffled again. Because of the excitement, the whole fight was messy, and no one could gain the upper hand.
Finally at a critical juncture, the younger brother tried his best to push Ling Lang away, and yelled at him in a hoarse voice: "Why do you control me? What right do you have to control me? I am selling fans, but at least I rely on me. You make money with your hands, unlike you, you rely on your ass to get the upper hand, is it fun for Lord Feng to fuck you on the bed?"
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, clearly reflecting Ling Lang's pale face. Both of them stayed where they were. The younger brother's shoulders were still undulating violently, but Ling Lang had already turned into a living dead.
The pouring rain poured down relentlessly, making a swishing sound on the ground, but the surrounding environment seemed so quiet, so quiet that it was unbearable.
"Thank you, senior! Senior's guidance made me feel stunned!" The younger brother chased after Ling Lang and thanked him. Although everyone said that the actor Bingshan was a big name, maybe those were just rumors. As a matter of fact, maybe Ling Lang is a very kind person in private.
Ling Lang stopped without warning, and the younger brother almost bumped into it.
"I teach you because I don't want to continue spending time with you in the rain. Other than that, I have no other intentions. Don't think too much."
He threw those words coldly and left, the younger brother's blood was poured with cold water, and he stood there in despair, looking at Ling Lang's departing back.
After Ling Lang changed his clothes and came out, the assistant hurriedly handed another pot of ginger syrup, Ling Lang unscrewed the lid and saw that it was new.
"What about the pot just now?"
"There's not much left, and it's already frozen."
Ling Lang closed the lid again, "I don't want it anymore."
"Ah? I boiled it specially, what if I don't drink it, and I don't like the taste of ginger..." The assistant muttered unhappily.
"Pour it out or give it away, it's up to you."
The assistant complained about the waste in his heart. As soon as he turned around, he saw the actor playing the younger brother. The agent of the younger actor was not there, there was no assistant, and there was no one to take care of him. He was shivering and wrapped in a military coat to keep warm.
The assistant's eyes lit up, looking at the pot in his hand and having an idea.
"Drink," the younger brother raised his head in surprise when he saw that there was a kettle in front of him.
"Ginger syrup, it can ward off cold," the assistant explained, seeing his confused look, "to prevent colds."
The younger brother was very moved, he was just a little-known actor, and no one had ever treated him so well.
"Thank you," he thanked the assistant sincerely, and the steam rising from the pot warmed his body and mind.
The assistant patted him on the back carelessly, and neither of them noticed. Not far away, a pair of eyes silently witnessed all this.
Seeing that Jiang Tangshui was successfully handed over to the other party, Ling Lang turned around and saw the manager standing behind him with a dark face, holding his mobile phone in his hand.
Seeing the other party's expression, Ling Lang knew that it must be Feng Hao calling again. There has been no Feng Hao drama these days, and the manager has arranged other jobs for him. The two have rarely met each other recently.
"Hey," Ling Lang took the phone and walked to a place where no one was there.
"Is it over?" No matter how busy Feng Hao was, he couldn't hear tiredness in his voice.
"Just finished work."
"I just got home too... I'll pick you up?"
Ling Lang looked back at the agent who was waiting for him behind him, "No, I'll be back in a while."
The manager sent Ling Lang to the door and left. When Ling Lang opened the door, he found that the room was dark. Just as he was surprised, the door closed behind him automatically. Then, in the darkness, Ling Lang felt something cold and sharp on the shelf. own throat.
Ling Lang didn't move, the first thought in his heart was what happened to Feng Hao, might he be in danger already.
A hand wearing a leather glove covered his mouth, but the other party's purpose was obviously not to prevent him from shouting, because the hand was completely useless, and the index finger was even lingering on Ling Lang's lips.
When Ling Lang realized the other party's intention, he secretly prepared to bite down if the other party came in.
But the owner of the hand didn't seem to have any intentions in this regard, he rubbed his lips a few times, then followed his body all the way to the bottom, and finally stopped at the waist of Ling Lang's trousers.
After staying there for a while, the hand became restless again, and it was about to invade Ling Lang's forbidden area.
The moment the other party reached in, Ling Lang closed his eyes, pressed his throat against the blade of the knife, and pressed it straight up.
Unexpected pain appeared, almost in sync with his movements, and the dagger withdrew from his body without leaving the slightest scar.
The light was on, Feng Hao walked around in front of him, Ling Lang didn't show any anger or complaining, just calmly said "It's not fun".
Feng Hao looked at him carefully. From this man's face, he couldn't tell that he was about to die just now. He would rather kill himself than let a stranger touch him. become crippled.
Feng Hao smiled, "I just want to try your self-protection ability in times of danger, but your style of preferring to be a piece of jade rather than a complete piece of tile really makes me happy and worried."
Ling Lang heard the middle of his words, "Did something happen?" He then thought, "Could it be that the murderer escaped last time?"
"Didn't he escape long ago?" Feng Hao deliberately pretended not to know.
Ling Lang stared at him for a moment, lowered his eyes, and said that he would not ask further questions. Feng Hao patted his head with satisfaction, "You don't need to worry about irrelevant matters."
He made a gesture to Ling Lang, Ling Lang immediately knelt upright, Feng Hao took off his gloves and gave him a hand, walked to the living room by himself, Ling Lang obediently followed behind.
"Did the filming go well today?" Feng Hao sat on the sofa and took the gloves, Ling Lang consciously stayed on his sheepskin pad.
"Fortunately," he said lightly, omitting more than an hour of NG in the rain.
Feng Hao nodded, "That's good."
Ling Lang suddenly thought, "You can call me directly in the future, you don't have to go through the agent every time."
"I don't have your number," Feng Hao said with a smile. "Have you forgotten? I asked you to call twice, but both were rejected. I said I would never ask again."
"My number is… "
"I don't want it," Feng Hao interrupted him.
Ling Lang immediately stopped, and Feng Hao looked at him with a smile. The last time this scene appeared, Feng Hao asked him to take his slippers.
He stared at him silently for a moment, then took a sudden knee step forward.
Feng Hao didn't show the slightest surprise until the other party untied his belt.
Ling Lang carefully held the opponent's clone in his hands, closed his eyes, and respectfully put it in his mouth.
Feng Hao did not refuse from beginning to end, as if this was what the other party should do.
He clearly felt that the organs in his mouth were constantly expanding and getting bigger. Ling Lang used his unskilled techniques to swallow and swallow in a daze. His teeth were bumping, and he accidentally scratched the epidermis a few times.
He went as far as he could, letting the front of his clone linger in his throat, even though it triggered the urge to gag.
He tried his best to restrain the soreness of his facial muscles, spit out the excess gas in his mouth, and wrapped his warm lips tightly around the pillar.
He raised his eyes, the smile disappeared from Feng Hao's lips, he sat there calmly, accepting Ling Lang's service as a matter of course, his condescending cold gaze made Ling Lang feel from the bottom of his heart that he was so small, he was only worthy of kneeling At the other's feet, do everything you can to please the person.
This kind of cognition caused excitement to sweep through his whole body in an instant. It was a simple effort, but it made him feel the pleasure of his soul. He never knew that serving others could also make him feel pleasure.
He knew that his body must have reacted, but at this moment, he completely ignored his own needs, just for the satisfaction of the person in front of him.
He pushed Feng Hao's desire deep into his mouth again and again, his throat gradually adapted to the invasion of foreign objects, his teeth no longer touched the place that should not be touched, his tongue flexibly twirled in the depression, each time Don't forget to tease the sensitive bell mouth when exiting.
The expression on Feng Hao's face remained the same until the moment he ejaculated. Ling Lang once suspected that he was indifferent, but it turned out that he was still indifferent even when he had an orgasm.
Ling Lang swallowed the hot liquid in his mouth and carefully arranged his clothes for him. Feng Hao instantly turned back into a well-dressed gentleman, as if what happened just now had never happened at all.
After Ling Lang finished all this, he took a step back and didn't move. He watched Feng Hao take out his mobile phone and simply tap it on the screen a few times.
Feng Hao showed him the contents of his mobile phone. The word Ling Lang was brightly displayed in the address book, and the number 1 was written alone in the phone column below.
"In the future, every time your performance makes me satisfied, I will write down a number until I finish it, is that ok?"
Ling Lang nodded.
Feng Hao stretched out his finger and wiped the remaining white liquid from the corner of Ling Lang's mouth into his mouth, "But next time it won't be so easy."