The rope tied to the roof finally couldn't stand the friction and snapped with a snap.
Ling Lang grabbed the rope only for acting, and didn't use any force. Suddenly, he felt the rope slip in his hand.
At a critical juncture, he hooked the gap on the roof with one foot, and used the strength of sucking milk to hold the rope. Weiya also played a certain role, and the sudden fall of the younger brother and the golden retriever was stopped in mid-air.
The staff was terrified and ran from all directions to rescue the people and dogs. Ling Lang on the roof sighed with relief, and immediately someone went up to check his injuries. serious.
Accidents are inevitable during filming, and it is common for actors to get injured. Ling Lang didn't take it to heart. When Feng Hao gave him medicine, his younger brother caught up to thank him.
Ling Lang was really irritated by him, "You don't have to thank me, anyone in my position would have done that."
After he said this, he walked away. Feng Hao smiled at the disappointed younger brother and followed. The younger brother watched the two people walk away from the crowd. Feng Hao pulled Ling Lang's arm, as if he was Check for his injuries.
"How's your hand?" Feng Hao moved his joints gently.
"good."
Ling Lang answered lightly. In fact, it was not as easy to hold a 100kg free-falling weight as he described. His arms were still unable to lift, and he was lucky that he had not dislocated.
"Would you like to take a day off?"
"No," Ling Lang refused, "there is no use of hands in the next scene."
There was an accident in the shooting, but this scene has to continue. The animal trainer calmed down the golden retriever for a long time, and finally let it calm down and put into work again with dedication.
The staff put on a stronger rope and put a cushion directly under the skylight. Just when the younger brother and the dog were about to climb to the roof, Feng Hao suddenly returned. The first shot hit the golden retriever, and the second shot hit the younger brother. hands, and the two of them, man and dog, fell to the mat together.
The bodyguards outside were led in by the sound of gunfire, and invariably took out their guns and fired a burst of fire.
The moment the younger brother landed, he had already pulled out his gun, but it was too late. He didn't even fire a single shot, and was hit by countless bullets in succession. His body kept shaking, and finally he fell slowly.
"Ah—" Ling Lang on the roof shouted sharply and jumped down desperately. Feng Hao raised his hand, and the bodyguards stopped immediately, but the guns in their hands were still not put down, and they all aimed at Ling Lang.
Ling Lang dragged his injured leg and crawled to his younger brother's side with difficulty, hugging him and screaming.
The younger brother's lips trembled, and he struggled to spit out the last word of his life, "Brother..."
Ling Lang didn't cry when he knew that he was a substitute, and he didn't cry after being placed under house arrest by Feng Hao, but after hearing this word, his eyes burst into tears.
The younger brother wanted to say something, he opened his mouth, but said nothing. Finally, his eyes closed, his head tilted, and he died in Ling Lang's arms.
Ling Lang couldn't accept this fact for a while, he was stunned for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was still a golden retriever, but when he turned his head to look for it, he found that the life that was still alive a few minutes ago was already with his younger brother. left him forever.
Ling Lang shivered and moved its head to his lap, hugging the corpse one to the other and sitting silently in the pool of blood. The last two lights in his life were also extinguished, and his tears dried up in an instant. There were no more tears in his eyes, but only bottomless despair.
The place fell silent.
"what-"
After a long time, Ling Lang raised his head and let out a shrill whine, which echoed in the room, and all those present heard it. They clearly saw that the only remaining look in Ling Lang's eyes dimmed little by little until it disappeared completely. At this moment, Ling Lang seemed to have become a dead person.
After Ling Lang finished today's training, he stayed in the bathroom longer than usual. For some reason, he always felt hot after training recently, and that feeling was getting stronger every day.
Feng Hao didn't let him touch the front, so he had to lower the temperature of the water in the shower to ease the inexplicable restlessness on his body.
After the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror, the cheekbones on his face were prominent, and the ribs on his body were distinct. Since he was imprisoned by Feng Hao in the film, he has not eaten any carbohydrates, and even banned protein in the later period. Now that he has achieved some results in losing weight, the director is full of praise for his dedication.
When Ling Lang came out of the bathroom, Feng Hao had just arrived home. Although the two of them were filming together, they each had their own announcements, and their schedules were not completely synchronized.
When Feng Hao entered the room, Ling Lang was about to change his clothes, he came over and took the clothes off Ling Lang's hand, looked him up and down, feeling a little distressed, "Too thin, if you continue like this, I'm afraid you will get anorexia. "
"No, the movie will be over soon."
"After finishing the green, you can eat it for me immediately," Feng Hao ordered solemnly.
Ling Lang thought it was funny, but he nodded obediently.
He reached out to ask for his clothes, but Feng Hao didn't give them to him, "Just right, I was thinking of finding time in the next two days to tell you the next rule. Since you've stripped, I'll tell you now."
"... I can't wear clothes at home in the future?"
"Okay," Feng Hao hung up Ling Lang's clothes, "It's fun to look naked occasionally, but if you keep it for 24 hours, there's no beauty."
He closed Ling Lang's cabinet and opened his own, "From now on, you will wear these at home."
Ling Lang glanced at the closet, and there were Feng Hao's shirts hanging in a row, each of which was ironed neatly.
Feng Hao took out a white one and put it on for him, and helped him fasten the buttons one by one, "You can wear whatever you want, but don't let me see you wearing anything else at home unless you just came back. Or go out."
Feng Hao was taller than Ling Lang, his shirt Ling Lang put on barely covered his lower body, as long as he moved, it would disappear.
"Where are the pants?" Ling Lang couldn't help asking.
Feng Hao opened a drawer below, which was full of all kinds of men's erotic underwear, including the black and red ones at the charity party.
"It's up to you to wear it or not," Feng Hao rarely showed greatness on this issue.
Ling Lang thought about it for a while, but he was still not used to hanging in neutral, so he chose a relatively conservative one to wear.
Feng Hao squeezed Ling Lang's arm again, he was so thin as if he was dangling in his clothes, "You can pause the training on the treadmill, and you don't need to do other aerobic exercises. I think you are already thin enough, and you don't need to lose any more. ."
The word training reminded Ling Lang, "Have you run out of medicine last time?"
"So fast?" Feng Hao was surprised, "According to my calculations, it can be used for at least five days."
"One time I accidentally poured too much," Ling Lang answered honestly.
Feng Hao nodded thoughtfully, and took out a new bottle, "This is an advanced version of the last bottle, this time be careful not to accidentally overuse it again."
The new medicine given by Feng Hao had no effect at first, but after training for a while, Ling Lang felt his face flushed, his hands and feet numb, and thousands of ants seemed to be crawling on his fingertips. The symptoms lasted for at least half an hour before gradually gradually subsided.
To make matters worse, this feeling increased day by day, lasted longer and longer, and the place that shouldn't be itchy began to itch gradually, and the body became unbearably hot, and finally even the low temperature shower lost its effect.
Every time Ling Lang's symptoms attacked, he wished that something would penetrate through him, but during this time Feng Hao turned into a modest gentleman again, and he didn't even touch him. There were times when he couldn't help but want to solve it by himself. , all stopped at the last minute.
During the day, if his desires are not relieved, it will lead to spring dreams at night. In the dream, Feng Hao does all kinds of shameful things to him. Sometimes there are bystanders around, with cameras and flashlights. After waking up in the morning, he will face him. He was ashamed of his own soiled sheets.
Feng Hao turned a blind eye to his abnormal reaction. He took the sheets to wash and dry them when they were dirty. He didn't even ask him a single question. If Feng Hao didn't mention it, Ling Lang couldn't take the initiative to ask for it.
But desire always overcomes reason. Finally, one day, Ling Lang couldn't hold it in any longer. When Feng Hao was reading, he hugged Feng Hao's leg and rubbed it. Seeing that the master had no objection, he couldn't help rubbing it a few more times. .
The first time this kind of thing happened, there was the second time and the third time. Every time Feng Hao didn't refuse, he patted his head indulgently. It's just that Ling Lang is still a person who takes a lot of face after all. After a few rubbings, he saw that Feng Hao had no further reaction, so he had to retreat in loneliness.
Ling Lang usually doesn't watch variety shows very much. When the channel changed this day, he accidentally saw Feng Hao's interview. On TV, Feng Hao happened to chat with the host about pets.
"It looks like Feng Hao, you really know a lot about pets, so what about you, do you have pets yourself?"
"Yes," Feng Hao replied with a smile, "I have a big dog."
The host wows, "What kind of dog?"
"Golden Touring Retriever."
"Is that what we usually call a golden retriever?"
"That's right."
"If I remember correctly, this dog is very smart."
Feng Hao nodded, "In the IQ of dogs, it ranks fourth."
"And very docile and well-behaved."
"Golden retrievers are generally naughty before the age of one, but after puppyhood, they become very obedient to their owners, so they are very suitable for working dogs, such as guide dogs for the blind."
"It seems that the golden retrievers I've seen don't like to bark much?"
"Most golden retrievers are very quiet, and sometimes they are suspected of not barking."
The host snapped his fingers, "Golden retrievers also have many kinds of coat colors. From what I've seen, there are light yellow, golden yellow... It seems that there is also red?"
As she counted, Feng Hao nodded.
After the host finished the list, he asked Feng Hao, "What color is your golden hair?"
Feng Hao thought for a while, "It should be pure gold."
Ling Lang touched his hair subconsciously when he heard this.
"That must be beautiful?"
Feng Hao was not modest, "Very beautiful."
"It must be fun to keep a dog. You are so busy on weekdays, do you have time to take care of it?"
"No matter how busy I am at work, I will make time to accompany him, but he has a bad appetite recently and is very thin."
"Oh? Why?"
Feng Hao lowered his head and thought for a while, "Maybe it's estrus."
He lowered his eyes, as if recalling some very warm scenes, and smiled heartily, "I've been hugging my legs and begging for love recently, which is very distressing."
In the evening, when Ling Lang went to bed, he was dishonest. Anyway, Feng Hao said on TV that he was in heat, so he simply broke the can and fell in love. Licking his neck and earlobes, Feng Hao laughed so hard.
Feng Hao held Ling Lang down to stop him from messing around, and kissed him on the forehead, "Go to bed early, I have to get up early to film tomorrow."
The excited Ling Lang was splashed with cold water, turned around angrily, and held his breath.
If you are frigid, don't train people to be sexually thirsty!