Of course Feng Hao's MV did not pass the review of the authorities, but in this era of developed Internet, the word "banned" has become a natural publicity hotspot. Major video sites have used "visually stunning" and "celestial ban" as the title keywords. The first MV released by Feng Hao after entering the pop music scene was on the front page of the music page, which attracted countless attention for a while.
Netizens have mixed comments on the MV. They liked it and said it was visual art, while disgusted it said it was vulgar and vulgar.
Just when everyone was arguing, in another hidden circle, Feng Hao's MV caused an uproar.
Ling Lang's next movie was finally finalized, and the producers decided that he would play the role of the emperor. During these days, he was idle at home, reading history books or figuring out the script every day. In the rest of the time, he also cultivated a A new hobby - even though it is very incompatible with his identity - is diving online to watch other people's discussions of Feng Hao's MV.
In addition to Feng Hao's official forum, the place where he dived the most was Weibo. Since the last time he reposted Feng Hao's Weibo, Ling Lang hadn't logged in for a while.
The supporters and the opposition were still arguing with each other under that Weibo post. After such a long time, there was nothing new in their arguments. Just when Ling Lang quickly dragged the comments, he thought that he could almost give up this new hobby. At that time, an inappropriate reply appeared in his field of vision.
- I really want to be that chair, sitting under you.
Ling Lang frowned, this person's head was a man's feet wearing leather shoes, and it was taken from the angle of the soles. He clicked on the other party's homepage because of his intuition, but accidentally discovered a new world.
The previous Weibo reposts of that person were all photos of men's feet, some wearing leather shoes, sneakers, white socks, and even a picture of a naked man stepping on his feet, and the man was slapped on the head. Mosaic, with black collars and bracelets on the neck and wrists.
Ling Lang continued to look down, and finally saw a Weibo about Feng Hao's MV that he reposted, but it was not from Feng Hao, but from another person. The person posted a screenshot of the restaurant. It was Feng Hao sitting on the human sofa, with his fingers clasped to his mouth, and his eyes fell on the coffee table held up by four naked men.
On the picture, the blogger also accompanied a paragraph of text, the text is very short, only ten words plus a punctuation mark: the ultimate dream of every owner.
Ling Lang clicked in again. The number of retweets on this Weibo was also surprisingly high, but the atmosphere of the comments below was completely different from the outside.
- This is my dream too, but unfortunately this dream will probably never come true.
—Haha, that’s a good idea. Are there any slaves willing to be your master’s sofa
- This master is so handsome, I am willing to do whatever he wants me to do.
- It can't be more exciting, it's hard to think about it.
- Where is the source of the picture? beg beg.
Someone quickly answered him below.
- It's the scene in the MV "Waiting for You to Look Up", the singer is Feng Hao, you can search it.
Someone else replied.
- I found it, I haven't heard of this singer, is it a newcomer? The song is not bad, but why did he make this MV
—The singer is in the circle? Found his Weibo, pay attention to it.
Ling Lang read all the way, apart from discussing Feng Hao's content, half envy Feng Hao himself, and the other half envy the sofa, and everyone's avatars are similar. He randomly clicked a few, and Ling Lang was amazed by the photos on Weibo, and then he knew that there were still such a group of people.
Hearing the sound of the key turning the door lock, he didn't even have time to close the client. He hurriedly pressed the POWER button, put the tablet aside, put on Feng Hao's shirt and got out of bed. When he fastened the last button, Feng Hao just entered the house.
"I'm reading the script again?" Feng Hao asked with a smile. He knew that Ling Lang had just gotten out of bed when he saw that he didn't even have time to put on his underwear. Since he was locked in a cage last time to reflect on himself, Ling Lang has never violated the law. Over the bed rules.
"...Well," Ling Lang looked at the script spread out on the bed with a guilty conscience. Next to the script was a tablet with a black screen. The content he just accidentally saw made him a little nervous, so he subconsciously lied to Feng Hao.
"When people lie, their eyes look down," Feng Hao said lightly. "Did you not learn in acting class?"
Ling Lang didn't expect that such a small detail would be seen by him, and was a little overwhelmed with surprise.
Feng Hao walked over to him and picked up the tablet from the bedside. Ling Lang wanted to stop but didn't dare, and watched a large-scale picture appear on the screen. In the picture, a naked man with a blindfold was kneeling. He licked the leather shoes in front of him on the ground intoxicated.
Feng Hao calmly dropped the picture, then quickly scanned the other content on Weibo, and finally his eyes fell back to Ling Lang. There was no expression on his face, but Ling Lang knew that this was his unhappy expression.
The tablet was thrown back on the bed, Feng Hao also sat down, and gave a light command, "Kneel down."
The low volume command sounded like a thunderbolt in his ears, Ling Lang was frightened and immediately knelt down.
"Why are you looking at this?"
Feng Hao's voice did not waver, but that was what made Ling Lang feel intimidated, "...I accidentally clicked in."
"the first time?"
Ling Lang hurriedly nodded.
"If you are curious, there is nothing wrong with taking a look." Feng Hao folded his legs and used the toes of his shoes to lift Ling Lang's chin, "But why are you lying?"
Ling Lang looked carefully at Feng Hao, then quickly looked elsewhere, not daring to meet him.
"Although it's just an irrelevant lie, a lie is a lie, and there is no seriousness. Tell me, how do you want to be punished?"
Feng Hao's leather shoes were right next to his mouth, and the pictures he had just seen were still lingering in Ling Lang's mind. He still clearly remembered that when he first saw those pictures, he unconsciously substituted himself into a certain party, and even because of it Feel the excitement.
Ling Lang turned his head away, his lips were getting closer and closer to the target. Seeing that he was about to make close contact, the target suddenly moved away from him. He raised his head in disappointment, and Feng Hao's mouth had a smile, but the smile was cold and did not reach his eyes at all.
"Did you make a mistake?" Feng Hao patted his face with his toes, "This is a reward, not a punishment, you can't even tell the difference between the two? Or, you made a mistake, and I Would you like to praise you?"
Ling Lang didn't know what to do, so he could only kneel quietly.
Feng Hao's toes went all the way down, and finally landed on Ling Lang's naked lower body. The moment he touched it, it seemed like an electric current swept through Ling Lang's body. His organs seemed to be on fire. Being stepped on by Feng Hao restricted his movement.
On Ling Lang's first night, he was also treated like this by Feng Hao, but he was already in a state of excitement at that time, far from the feeling that his body quickly entered the excitement period.
Feng Hao only used a little bit of force to roll it twice, Ling Lang immediately looked impatient, gasping for breath, his eyes fell directly on the other's face, unable to move a single bit.
Feng Hao smiled slightly, but when he spoke again, he said something else, "I originally had some good news to tell you today."
Ling Lang's attention was all on his lower body, and what Feng Hao was saying couldn't be heard at all. He went numb from his heart to his fingertips, then from his fingertips back to his heart, and finally rose to his scalp.
He just wanted Feng Hao to continue his movements, but the other party didn't get his wish, and his feet stayed where they were.
Feng Hao didn't move, so he had to move secretly, trying to relieve the pain through friction, but Feng Hao noticed it immediately and sternly stopped, "Don't move."
Ling Lang's movements immediately froze in half.
"What do you think is punishment?"
Only then did Ling Lang understand what he wanted to do, he swallowed and knelt down, but his eyes still drifted downward from time to time.
Feng Hao slowed down, "My good news is..."
He smiled, "We'll be working together again soon."
The distracted Ling Lang took a while to digest this sentence, and his attention was successfully diverted, "What do you mean?"
His eyes fell on his own script, "Could it be...?"
Feng Hao smiled and nodded, "It's just what you think."
Ling Lang didn't expect Feng Hao to take on the same play as him again, "Which character?"
"Loyal servant."
As the emperor, Ling Lang has two important and equal ministers by his side, just like every court drama must have elements, one is a loyal minister and the other is a traitor. Although the emperor was upright and strict, he could not avoid being kept in the dark by the loyal and treacherous ministers. He believed in slander for a while, and almost made a big mistake. Fortunately, with the help of the loyal ministers, the evil forces were finally eradicated.
Although Feng Hao has the face of a loyal minister, he has been playing a villain role since his debut. This is probably his first positive image on the screen since he started filming.
But Ling Lang's first reaction was not this, "Why is it always the two of us working together to make the same movie?"
"Probably because of fate?" Feng Hao still wanted to joke.
Of course Ling Lang wouldn't believe it.
"Okay, I know that you took over this movie, and I went to ask the director to ask for it," Feng Hao changed his mouth.
Ling Lang didn't believe it, the word "beg" was never Feng Hao's style.
"We always appear together, and the audience will experience aesthetic fatigue."
Feng Hao smiled, "As long as I'm not tired, as for the audience," he smiled, "They will always get used to it."
"We're going to stay in the same crew for a few more months, aren't you happy?" Feng Hao moved his toes, and Ling Lang's distracted attention returned to his lower body.
Feng Hao was obviously teasing him, but Ling Lang couldn't stand his teasing at all, and he was provoked unnecessarily lust after three or two.
He swallowed and called Feng Hao boldly, "Master..."
"No," Feng Hao retracted his foot instead, "I said it's a punishment, it's a punishment, I read this for the first time, so forget it, if there is a next time..."
He didn't say the last few words, but this kind of unknown blank space seemed more intimidating, making Ling Lang not dare to disobey at all.
"As for those messy photos..." Feng Hao curled his lips, "If you want to see it, you can do whatever you want, and it should be a textbook."
He leaned down, his sharp eyes completely captured Ling Lang, "Just show me what you have learned."
A few days after learning that Feng Hao had also taken over the filming, Ling Lang received a notice that the main members of the crew would have a small meeting.
The two arrived earlier than the agreed time. The others hadn't come yet. There was only one chair in the conference room. Ling Lang naturally let Feng Hao sit, while he leaned on the conference table next to him. , the two of them picked up the script and matched the lines.
After Feng Hao read the last sentence of a page, he casually turned the page over, and the paper clipped on the next page fell out and landed at the door a few steps away.
When Ling Lang saw it, he walked over to pick it up without even thinking about it. As soon as he squatted down, a pair of black high boots appeared in front of him, and stepped on the page of paper impartially.
Ling Lang looked up along the boots, and saw a person wearing a sexy black leather jacket and leather pants, looking down at him, his eyes full of inquiry.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong, stood up quickly, and returned the past with icy eyes.
The man's eyes first rolled around on Feng Hao who was sitting, and then turned back to Ling Lang, looking at the two of them with some playfulness.
After looking back and forth for a long time, he took a step back unhurriedly, bent down to pick up the page of paper on the ground, and when he raised his head again, there was an unruly smile on the corner of his mouth.
Ling Lang's eyes sank, and the other party's arrogant demeanor made him instinctively alert to him.
That man didn't seem to care about Ling Lang's hostility at all, he raised his eyebrows frivolously, "How can you let the emperor do such a thing, it's really rude."