When Wu Guanfeng arrived at the studio, a man who looked like a florist's younger brother was holding a bunch of lilies and looking at the door.
He beat him and passed by, pulled down his sunglasses, and put on what he thought was the most attractive expression, "Need help?"
"Hello, someone asked me to give this bunch of flowers to Ling Lang."
Wu Guanfeng took the flower with a copy, "I am willing to serve."
"Oh no, that person asked me to hand it over to me," the florist's younger brother reached out to grab it, but caught nothing.
Wu Guanfeng shook his finger, "Little brother, do you know how many fans try to get close to their idols every day for the reason of sending flowers, express delivery, and pizza? Ling Lang is not someone you can meet if you want."
"But… "
Wu Guanfeng stroked the opponent's chin frivolously with his index finger, "It's already an honor for you to meet me."
Taking advantage of the work of the florist's younger brother Petrochemical, Wu Guanfeng had already walked a few meters away, and he did not forget to raise the bouquet with his back to him, "It must be delivered on your behalf."
Wu Guanfeng walked and played with the bouquet in his hand, "Lily, what do you mean?"
He took the bouquet under his nose and took a deep sniff, "Oh, it's quite fragrant."
"What is this?" Then he noticed that a translucent sulfuric acid paper envelope was inserted between the bouquets.
He completely disregarded that it was someone else's privacy, and opened it without authorization, revealing a pure white greeting card inside, and the paper printing was quite elegant.
As soon as the card was opened, a strong aroma came to the nostrils, and there was a line of beautiful small characters written on it - to my love, Lang.
"Hey," Wu Guanfeng laughed out loud, and put the greeting card back as it was.
He hummed a little tune and strode to the lounge, but it was like stepping into the clouds, his legs became weaker and slower, and his pace became slower and slower. At last, his eyes darkened and he fell unconscious on the ground.
It has been half an hour since the start of filming, and Wu Guanfeng still does not appear. His assistant cannot find him, and no one knows his whereabouts.
Ling Lang was wearing a costume and was waiting in the main hall. He caught a glimpse of the dragon chair in the center. Thinking of last night's experience, he couldn't help but wonder.
"I want to play for real," Ling Lang's body was shocked, Feng Hao stuck behind him at some point, and whispered in his ear, "After finishing the production, we'll contract the studio for a day, okay?"
Ling Lang's ears turned red, and Feng Hao was still breathing hot air in his ears, "Whenever you want to play, you can play that scene, the imperial study, the imperial garden, the three palaces and the six courtyards, do all of them."
While Ling Lang was surprised that he had such a bold idea, he felt that he must be crazy, or he would not be longing for the beautiful scene he depicted.
"The palace is so big, you are not afraid of dying," Ling Lang said in a low voice.
Feng Hao giggled, "As long as the emperor doesn't kill him as a minister as soon as he is done."
Ling Lang knew that he was joking about what happened last night, and his face turned red. Because of the last line, he was forced to suffer for another hour. Feng Hao turned him over and tortured him, and even asked him to hold jade in his mouth. He tied the collar with the belt of the dragon robe, and led him to slip through the house, meaning the dog emperor paraded through the streets to show the public, until now his knees are still aching.
A large fan used by the emperor for his tour was separated between the two, and the manager holding the fan was expressionless, "It's a decent thing to talk to the emperor above the main hall."
Feng Hao smiled and took a step back, "Okay, Eunuch Ji."
The manager frowned, "Ji, your size! Who is Eunuch Ji!"
"Don't be so angry, Eunuch Ji."
"My surname is not Ji! Don't call me Father-in-law Ji! ... Bah, I'm not father-in-law at all!"
They were having a lot of fun here, and the others had long been impatient, especially the director, whose expression was obviously sullen. Wu Guanfeng's assistant broke out in sweat, and for the 101st time he dialed Wu Guanfeng's phone, but no one answered.
"Didn't you come with him this morning?" someone asked the assistant.
"It's true that I came with him, but when he came to the door, he suddenly remembered that he didn't take something, and sent me back to get it," the assistant wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.
"That's weird, everyone else is here, where can they go?"
The aunt who cleaned the film and television city rushed over in a panic, "Come on, come on, someone fainted over there!"
When everyone heard it, they all hurried over, Feng Hao and Ling Lang looked at each other, and walked over one after the other.
The place where Wu Guanfeng fainted was the staff passage. Usually, only those in charge of cleaning would pass by. The assistant then remembered, "Brother Feng thinks there are too many people at the main entrance, so he usually walks this way."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to greet Wu Guanfeng, "Brother Feng, Brother Feng?"
He pinched his men hard, but to no avail.
"It shouldn't be an ordinary shock," said Feng Hao. The people around were panicked, but he remained calm. "Send it to the hospital first."
If it wasn't for his reminder, everyone would have forgotten such basic common sense. Immediately someone took out the phone and dialed 120, and others carried him to a well-ventilated place.
Wu Guanfeng was carried away, leaving a bouquet of lilies and an envelope on the ground. Someone wanted to pick it up, but Feng Hao stopped him.
"Hold on."
He fiddled with the bouquet with his toes, suspiciously, and a bodyguard was summoned by a phone call.
Wearing a mask and gloves, the bodyguard carefully examined the bouquet before picking up the envelope.
"It's for Mr. Ling," the bodyguard reported to Feng Hao after reading the contents of the card.
Feng Hao turned around and exchanged glances with Ling Lang, who was standing by the wall. The latter was also a little surprised when he heard the result.
Through the mask, the bodyguard could smell the aroma of the greeting card, which was very incompatible with its elegant appearance.
He immediately caught his breath and put the greeting card back into the envelope as quickly as possible.
"I initially suspected that there might be a problem with the card, so I immediately took it back to check."
Feng Hao nodded, and the bodyguard left quickly with flowers and envelopes.
Feng Hao pondered for a while and walked to Ling Lang's side, "Go back to the lounge and wait for me, don't come out."
Ling Lang didn't ask the reason, nodded and left.
Feng Hao saw that he was far away, so he walked to a remote and uninhabited corner, and a cross-ocean call made a call to his eldest brother.
"what happened?"
"I was about to call you too," Brother Feng said in a relaxed tone, "The problem I created for Brother Yilidan has been solved by him, and he has in turn caused us a little trouble."
Feng Hao's face sank, "Can't find his person yet?"
"He's as cunning as a fox now. He doesn't show his face at all, and even the people he sent don't know where he is... What's wrong with you?" Brother Feng's voice sounded a little gloating. "I told you to lock up your pet early, or something will happen sooner or later."
Feng Hao lowered his voice, "Understood, I will go back in a few days."
"Aren't you filming?"
"I'll figure out a way to play tricks."
"That's even better," Brother Feng exhaled in a feigned relief, "If you don't come back, I'll be tortured mad by the mountains of work."
The director counted the number of people and chose a scene without Wu Guanfeng from the script to shoot. Since there were not enough extras to play the palace maid, he temporarily found a few people wearing palace maid costumes and stood in an inconspicuous place in the distance to serve as the background.
Ling Lang was walking on the stone steps in the Imperial Garden, and he could always feel the sight from afar. He raised his head and pinpointed a person in the row of court ladies. Ling Lang rarely noticed strangers, but this person It felt so strange to him that he couldn't ignore it.
The woman looked to be in her forties, and her facial features were blurred when she was too far away. There seemed to be some problems with her waist, and she was reprimanded by the theater manager for not standing up straight.
After the lunch break was over, Ling Lang returned to the Imperial Garden by himself to prepare for taking a seat, and once again felt the threatening gaze. He turned his head, this time the palace maid was closer, and he could see the face clearly. Although it had obvious signs of aging, he could still see that she was a beauty when she was young.
Ling Lang watched the man slowly walk towards him with a face that seemed familiar to him, and his mind quickly recalled, until the man inadvertently flipped his hair, he suddenly realized, "It's you?"
The palace maid had already walked up to Ling Lang and smiled at herself, "So you still remember me."
Ling Lang couldn't believe his eyes. This person was actually one of the few actresses who had worked with him. He once played a couple in "The Mermaid's Spell". It was many years ago. Now, he can't even remember the other party's name, only vaguely remember her surname is Qiao.
But even so, she is not so old. In Ling Lang's impression, she is at most thirty-five years old, which is the age of many actresses.
"You..." Ling Lang hadn't contacted her since the "gossip" incident, and had no idea what had happened to her over the years.
"You want to know why I became like this?" The palace maid grinned, and her smile was full of ridicule, "It's all thanks to you."
Ling Lang was startled, "What do you mean?"
"Senior."
Someone called Ling Lang behind him, and he could only be one person by calling him that.
Ling Lang turned his head and saw Feng Hao standing not far behind with a serious expression, "Come here."
Ling Lang was even more surprised that Feng Hao had always respected him in front of others with the respect he deserved from his juniors and his seniors, and he had never given him such an order in public.
"I met an old man, and I wanted to say a few words to her," Ling Lang explained, even though it would be strange to have outsiders present.
"Come here," Feng Hao repeated.
Almost at the same time as him, the palace maid also said, "Don't you want to know?"
Ling Lang glanced back at her, then turned to Feng Hao and said, "I'll..."
Feng Hao interrupted him mercilessly, his voice colder than before, "Ling Lang, come here."
Hearing Feng Hao calling his name, Ling Lang froze in his heart, this was the first time face to face.
He walked over immediately, without even saying goodbye, followed Feng Hao and left.
Behind him, whom he couldn't see, the palace maid stared at the backs of the two, and a deep hatred gradually appeared in her eyes.
During the shooting in the afternoon, all the extras were called back, and the palace maid was naturally replaced, and Ling Lang did not see her again until the end of work.
Feng Hao didn't have many scenes, and he sat off the stage most of the time. Ling Lang's filming was never interrupted, and the two didn't communicate for an entire afternoon.
After finishing work, Ling Lang was stopped by the drama manager and told him that he did not have to attend tomorrow. Due to Wu Guanfeng's accident, other scenes will be shot tomorrow without Ling Lang's role.
When Ling Lang went back to the lounge to remove his makeup, he found that Feng Hao had already left. When he walked out of the studio, he saw Feng Hao's car at the door.
In the past, Feng Hao would always wear a seat belt for Ling Lang every time he got in the car. He joked that this was because pets couldn't wear seat belts, so after driving a distance today, Ling Lang realized only after the passenger seat belt alarm sounded. Your seat belt is not fastened.
Feng Hao stared straight ahead from beginning to end, as if he didn't want to be disturbed, and Ling Lang didn't have a chance to speak until the two returned home.
"this afternoon… "
"I called you three times at noon today before you came here," Feng Hao interrupted him again, "I don't remember that I taught you to be so unruly."
Ling Lang explained patiently, "I have worked with her before, she has changed a lot, I just want to know what happened to her, nothing else."
"Breaching the order is violating the order, and it doesn't need any explanation." Feng Hao's attitude was very tough, causing Ling Lang's revolt.
"In public, I think I have the right to violate the order," Ling Lang's tone became unfriendly.
"You don't have this right under any circumstance," Feng Hao shot him with unprecedented sharp eyes, "It's up to me to decide whether to give an order, if I give an order in public, you can only abide by it in public. "
"I just met an old acquaintance and wanted to say a few words to her, is this not possible?"
As soon as Ling Lang spoke, he was frightened by his own volume. He had never spoken to Feng Hao with such an attitude, and he regretted it almost instantly, but what he said was like water that was poured out, and he could accept it if he wanted to. No return.
Feng Hao stared at him coldly for a moment, then turned and walked to the sofa and sat down without saying a word.
Ling Lang clenched his fists, walked up to him, and knelt down, "I'm sorry."
Feng Hao turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.
Ling Lang stared at him and repeated firmly, "I'm sorry."
Feng Hao kept his eyes fixed, as if there was no such person in the room.
The atmosphere was eerily quiet, Ling Lang frowned and stood up from the ground.
He turned and left the living room, came to the confinement room next door, got into the cage by himself, and closed the cage door heavily.