The three-month-long filming was finally over. The crew held a grand banquet, and rarely participated in such events. Even if he did, Ling Lang, who would leave after a face-to-face meeting, rarely stayed at the banquet.
The legendary producer of Shenlong also came to the scene and said a few beautiful opening remarks, nothing more than thank the director, the actors, and the crew. I wish the film a big box office success.
Ling Lang looked at the person on the stage with a face similar to Feng Hao, but felt completely different, and felt how much his personality and temperament would affect a person's appearance.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Hao walked over to him and whispered.
Ling Lang answered him with his gaze.
Feng Hao also looked over, "Do you think I look like my big brother?"
Ling Lang shook his head.
"I've heard an interesting saying," Feng Hao sipped his red wine, "the first two children in a family with absolutely opposite personalities, even twins."
It was the first time that Ling Lang heard this theory, and he felt very fresh, but unfortunately he had no brothers who could verify this theory.
There was applause from the crowd, Brother Feng finished his speech, nodded to the crowd, and walked straight towards the two of them. Halfway through, he took two glasses of wine from the waiter's tray and handed one to Ling Lang.
"Congratulations," he raised a glass to Ling Lang, "your performance was wonderful."
Ling Lang was very puzzled, "You saw it so quickly?"
"No, I'm just being polite."
Ling Lang: "..."
The two took a symbolic sip, and the routine was over.
"Come with me," Brother Feng saved even the courtesy towards his younger brother.
Feng Hao quietly squeezed Ling Lang's palm, "Wait for me."
Ling Lang actually wanted to leave, but Feng Hao said so, so he had no choice but to stay.
The foreign director rushed over enthusiastically as always, and of course he was empty.
"Xiao Langlang, after filming this movie, Wo is going to return to China. I don't know when we will meet next time, and Ni won't drink with Wo," he pointed his finger aggrievedly.
Seeing this, Ling Lang had no choice but to touch a glass with him.
The director was long-winded before leaving, and the actor who played the old rival also came.
"Young people, the future is endless," the old rival's lines were neat and tidy.
According to his seniority, Ling Lang should take the initiative to respect the other party, but now the other party did it first, which has already given Ling Lang a great deal of face, and it is even more impossible for Ling Lang to refute his good intentions, and then drink what was in the cup.
The younger brother also came, and thoughtfully brought an extra glass of wine to Ling Lang, "Senior, thank you for your guidance on my acting skills, and even more thank you for saving me at a critical juncture, I'll give you a toast."
He raised his head and drank it, but Ling Lang couldn't shirk and took a sip.
"You will be my idol from now on, I will continue to work hard in your direction, and please continue to do my best!" The younger brother bowed respectfully to him.
This kind of thing happened again and again, and it happened again and again. The bystanders saw that Ling Lang did not reject the first few people, and they all had the courage to go forward to toast Ling Lang. Some Ling Lang was barely recognizable. Some have no impression at all.
If the time went back a few months, Ling Lang would not care at all, but this crew fully taught him what the spirit of perseverance is. If he accepts it once, he has to accept it for the second time. Later, the whole crew came up to deal with this. A toast to the iceberg actor who is not easy to contact on weekdays.
Ling Lang's alcohol intake is actually average, but no one dared to give him a chance to verify before. After a few glasses of wine, his eyes fluttered a little. Reason told him that he should eat something to make up for it, but after two months of dieting, he lost his desire for food.
Feng Hao still didn't come back, Ling Lang was surrounded by the crowd, and he couldn't get away even if he wanted to leave. He looked at the eager expressions on everyone's faces, wondering how long he could hold on.
While Ling Lang was being toasted by everyone, Feng Hao in the hotel room got a white pill sealed in a transparent bag from his brother.
Feng Hao opened the seal and took the pill to his nose to sniff it, and his face changed color.
"It was found in the pocket of a waiter who came in," Brother Feng leaned against the table with his arms crossed, "he really won't give up. If I hadn't watched for you this month, your pet would at least be dead. three times."
Feng Hao put the pills in his pocket with a gloomy face, "Have you found anyone?"
Brother Feng pouted at the stack of documents on the table, Feng Hao picked them up and looked at them one by one, the more he looked, the colder his eyes became.
"I couldn't get rid of him ten years ago. I can't believe that ten years later, he would actually be prosperous abroad." Brother Feng picked up one. "And he has a gangster background. I'll see what you're going to do."
Feng Hao threw the information back on the table, "No matter how difficult it is, I will not tolerate him going on like this."
"Half of his dignity as a man was ruined by one kick. If this revenge is not repaid, he will never let it go," Brother Feng tutted, "Someone's attack is too ruthless, I'm really worried for you. "
"It won't bother you anymore."
"Also, my security cannot be guaranteed to be foolproof. If you are afraid of an accident, the safest way is to put your pet in a cage. Of course, this is not necessary for the time being."
Brother Feng smiled slyly, "I just caused him a little trouble, I guess he has no time to worry about this side for a while." He leaned over, "How is it, am I being considerate to you? Come back again. Sign a three-year sales contract."
"Don't even think about it," Feng Hao refused, and Brother Feng shrugged regretfully.
"Go," he strode out, "I wish you a good time in the entertainment industry."
When Feng Hao returned to the hall, Ling Lang was only five points awake, even standing still was reluctant. This was the first time Feng Hao saw Ling Lang in a slightly drunk state. His eyes were like peach blossoms, his complexion was crimson, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of charm, as if he had released the unknown side of his personality.
Feng Hao walked over, his attitude was obviously not as friendly as before, and the people around him of course noticed it, for fear of being blamed, he quickly dispersed.
When Ling Lang saw Feng Hao, he thought that he was also here to toast him, and he would raise his glass reflexively, but Feng Hao squeezed the mouth of the glass and pulled his arm out.
Ling Lang got into the car and was very quiet. He closed his eyes all the way and didn't make a sound, breathing evenly as if he was asleep.
When he got home, Feng Hao helped him into the door. As soon as the door was closed, Ling Lang turned around and wrapped his arms around Feng Hao's neck.
"You're drunk," Feng Hao said to Ling Lang, who was obviously seducing him.
"I'm not drunk," Ling Lang leaned against his neck and sniffed.
"You look like a different person when you're drunk, or is this your nature?"
Ling Lang seemed a little dissatisfied, "It's said that I'm not drunk."
Feng Hao held Ling Lang's shoulder and pushed him away from him.
"Look at me, who am I?"
Ling Lang raised his hazy eyes and recognized it, "My master."
Feng Hao smiled, "It doesn't seem to be very drunk."
Ling Lang looked at Feng Hao with sadness in his eyes, "Master, why are you unwilling to fuck me?"
Feng Hao couldn't help laughing out loud, "I take back what I just said."
Ling Lang rubbed Feng Hao's lower body as if to beg for pleasure. In fact, he wasn't that drunk and he knew what he was doing in his mind, but the effect of alcohol made him do what he usually wanted but didn't dare to do. What he does, maybe just like what Feng Hao said, this is his nature.
Feng Hao pinched his chin, "If I fuck you like this while you're drunk, I'll blame me when you wake up."
Ling Lang rolled his eyes, "If I'm drunk and you don't take advantage of others, then I'll blame you when I wake up."
Feng Hao giggled, Ling Lang saw in a trance that his aura had changed, he looked at himself from the bottom of his eyes, his eyes were cold, "To you, do I still need to take advantage of others' danger? If I didn't hook my fingers, you just strip off and lie down..."
He said the last few words in Ling Lang's ear, and the hot air he spit out sprayed in Ling Lang's ear. Ling Lang listened to his words, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Feng Hao seemed to expect such a reaction from him, he straightened up again, moved his lips, and uttered two words silently.
Ling Lang actually understood, he closed his eyes in pain, the lust in his body was ignited in an instant, he teased Feng Hao for a long time without moving, Feng Hao's mere words made him burn with lust, unable to control himself.
"Isn't this kind of stimulation unbearable?" Feng Hao rubbed his neck, "In my opinion, you are far from being available to me."
He touched Ling Lang's cheek and rubbed his thumb on the lips that were particularly rosy due to congestion, "But it's not that I can't give you a chance. If you want me to fuck you, just use your actual actions to win."
Without waiting for Ling Lang to react, Feng Hao grabbed his wrist and left, his movements were almost rude. Ling Lang was already unsteady after drinking, and was dragged away by him staggeringly.
Feng Hao dragged Ling Lang to a door that had never been opened before. Ling Lang swallowed nervously. He thought that this should be Feng Hao's training classroom, and he even prepared himself to face torture tools. Prepare.
The door opened, and it was pitch black inside. Feng Hao threw Ling Lang in with a flick of his hand. Before he could adjust to the darkness in the room, he was blinded by a sudden strong light, and Ling Lang instinctively raised it. Arms cover eyes.
After a while, Ling Lang's hand was slowly put down. Everything in front of him made him gasp in surprise. The room was not what he imagined. There was no torture rack, no wooden horse, and no leather whip. Things he was so familiar with—camcorders, quad lights, sunshades... The room was a mini studio.
Feng Hao turned on the lights around Ling Lang one by one. As the lights continued to neutralize, Ling Lang's shadow completely disappeared under his feet. Then the cameras were activated one after another, and the two camera positions were 90 degrees from each other. Angle, Ling Lang subconsciously turned his face to the correct angle, which was almost his professional instinct.
"You really are a qualified actor," Feng Hao applauded, but his voice no longer had the usual gentleness, and looked cold and ruthless. "It's just that I don't know if you can be regarded as an excellent actor."
"A really good actor can control any subject matter," Feng Hao stood behind the camera, "Let's try it, let's start with adult movies."
His lips parted lightly, his tone was calm but irresistible, "Take off."