"Please wait!"
Ling Lang, who had already stood up and left, heard such a voice, turned around and pointed to the money on the table, indicating that he had already paid it.
"Ah, no," the proprietress racked her brains, and she had an idea when she saw the money, "I haven't asked you for money yet."
"No need," Ling Lang whispered back to her, turned around and wanted to leave again.
"No," the proprietress said in a tough tone, "We don't charge tips here."
Hearing this, Ling Lang had no choice but to stay and wait for the proprietress to find money. The change in the store seemed to be running out of money, and after waiting for a long time, the other party didn't find it all.
"Alright?" Ling Lang asked impatiently.
"Okay, okay," the proprietress saw that she could no longer delay, so she had to take out the change she had found long ago, "Excuse me..."
Ling Lang stretched out his hand to receive the money and paused.
"Is breakfast not to your taste?"
Seeing the other party raised her head in confusion, the proprietress hurriedly went to the seat where Ling Lang had just sat, "Well, I saw you didn't move..."
"I'm in a hurry."
Ling Lang obviously didn't want to spend more time with her. Seeing that the other party was about to walk out of the restaurant door, the proprietress asked without thinking, "I'm a fan of yours, can you sign my name for me?"
As soon as this statement came out, the proprietress suddenly felt something bad, and as expected, the person in front quickly turned his head, and through the sunglasses, he could feel the chill in the other person's eyes.
The few people left in the restaurant, hearing the movement, all looked over here, wondering what happened.
"I said I have an urgent matter," Ling Lang refused mercilessly. The proprietress watched as the other party strode out, and hated why her turtle friend hadn't arrived yet.
A whirlwind blew open the door of the restaurant, and the reporters who hurried in were gasping for words. gesture.
The proprietress was also speechless with excitement. She pointed her finger in the direction of the door. The reporter understood and rushed out with another gust of wind.
As soon as the sharp-eyed reporter went out, he saw a black figure in the corner of his eyes. If he remembered correctly, in the photo sent to him by the proprietress just now, the person who looked like Ling Lang was wearing such a black coat.
Without even thinking about it, he rushed over and stopped the car door that the other party was about to close at the last second.
"It's really you?!" the reporter exclaimed excitedly, as if the big news that would shock the whole city tomorrow had been captured.
Looking at the camera in the opponent's hand and the reporter's card on his chest, Ling Lang's face sank, and he was about to close the door, but was stopped by the opponent.
"Mr. Ling, can I take a few minutes for you to do a simple interview?"
"I have something to do," Ling Lang refused decisively.
"Five minutes is fine, three minutes!"
"inconvenient."
"Have you read this morning's paper? Is it true?"
"No comment."
The reporter was beaten to death and refused to give up, "Did you really have a secret relationship with Mr. Mo?"
This sudden name made Ling Lang frown tightly, his hand was already on the gear, ready to forcibly get rid of the other party's entanglement, only to hear him ask again: "Because of a scandal with you, it was hidden in the snow. Miss Qiao is holding a press conference, aren't you going to come forward and clarify?"
The reporter's question successfully attracted Ling Lang's attention, "When?"
"Now," the reporter glanced at his watch, "it's been half an hour." If he hadn't received a call from the proprietress, he would have already been at the reception.
"Location?" Ling Lang asked again.
"Hushuo Hotel."
Ling Lang stepped on the accelerator and stepped out. The reporter, who was not mentally prepared, jumped a lot and quickly released the other party's car door. Ling Lang's car drove forward for more than ten meters before it stopped. He stretched out a hand from inside the car and slammed the door of the car, then turned the car and drove in the opposite direction.
The reporter was dumbfounded for a moment, and then realized that the other party was leaving in the direction of the Hushuo Hotel, so he hurriedly rushed into his Benben with three steps and two steps, stepping on the accelerator to follow. Behind Ling Lang.
The main entrance of the Hushuo Hotel was almost flattened by the reporters who had heard the news. The reception had already started for more than half an hour.
On the rostrum, the heroine, who cried so much that a pear blossom brought rain in the spring, was babbling about her tragic experience.
"Ling Lang and I met during the filming of "The Mermaid's Spell". At that time, he was just a little-known rookie, but he was able to directly become the male lead. Although I was surprised, I did not speculate on him maliciously, after all There are many lucky newcomers in the circle, and Ling Lang is indeed a very powerful one among many newcomers."
"Ling Lang at that time was not as big as it is today, because there were a lot of emotional dramas, and we got to know each other after going around. We were a couple in the drama, and we became good friends who could chat a few words outside the drama... Now think about it, I was so naive back then, thinking that good friends can be avoided, but unexpectedly…”
Miss Qiao wiped the corners of her eyes, "The night of the finale of 'The Mermaid', the crew held a finale banquet. I was already incapable of drinking, and I drank a few more glasses at the instigation of everyone. At that time, my mind was not very clear."
"After the banquet, I vaguely heard that someone asked Ling Lang to take me back to the hotel, and then I couldn't remember anything until the next day..."
The next memory seemed very painful. She bit her lip for a long time before continuing, "The company's top management called me over and showed me such a photo."
She actually had to take out a photo. The angle and the light looked like a candid photo. In the photo, a young man helped her into the hotel door. Maybe it was because she was drunk. She leaned most of her body on him. Very intimate.
Although more than ten years have passed and the photos have become old, but the outstanding facial features can still be identified as Ling Lang, who has gone back ten years in time.
The reporters brought the camera closer and tried to give the photo a clearer close-up. Miss Qiao said indignantly after a wave of gathering fire, "I have kept this photo for more than ten years, and it is this photo that ruined it. my whole life."
Her hand holding the photo trembled with excitement, "You must be very strange, why this photo appeared on the desk of the high-rise and not in the newspaper, I was also very strange at the time, and it was not until later that I found out that this photo was in Behind one of the protagonists is a backer who can cover the sky with only one hand in the entertainment industry, and that person," she gritted her teeth, "obviously not me."
There was an uproar downstairs.
"That's right, just when I thought it was just an ordinary paparazzi incident and had been suppressed by the agency, I was told that all my announcements were temporarily frozen, and the new script that was originally scheduled also changed the actress. In this way, because of a false photo taken out of context, it was hidden by the brokerage company."
"I have a five-year contract with the company. If I continue to stay in the company, there is no chance at all, but if I terminate the contract, I will face a high liquidated damages. I have no money, so I can only use an actress' most precious years to pay for it. Five years later, I realized that I was wrong again. It was so wrong. No brokerage company would sign me again. It's over."
The more she talked, the more excited she became, and she couldn't control herself, "The biggest mistake I made in my life was to have a relationship with the man in the photo. If I knew earlier that he was from Mr. Mo, even if I gave me a hundred courage, it would still be fine. Don't dare to get close to him."
"Over the years, I have watched him go from an unknown newcomer to the throne of the best actor step by step. There has never been any scandal about him on the gossip version. Do you really think he is clean? How naive! The photo above is a living example, all you see is this one, where you can’t see, how many other photos like this have been strangled in the cameras of journalist friends!”
"I don't think you know that when Ling Lang first debuted, he went to the detention center for deliberately hurting people. Such a bad incident was lightly covered up by his caregiver. Even the law can be played in the palm of his hand. People, what else can't you do?"
"Ling Lang donates money to the Mo's Charity Foundation every year, and for this reason, he has been banned as a charity ambassador for the entertainment industry, but what's the truth? It's just taking this person's money and donating it to this person! Those who were inspired by him to donate to the foundation Movie fans who donated, I can't say whether your hard-earned money was sent to the hands of those who really need it, or it has become the capital of some people's money-loving fans!"
Miss Qiao said sternly, "I dare to say all this today, just to reveal your noble and glamorous true face in front of everyone, so that the majority of fans will no longer be deceived by your appearance, which is considered a Get justice for my youthful years that have been buried for so many years!"
"Sir, do you have any documents?" Ling Lang was stopped by the conscientious security guards at the entrance of the venue. For so many years, others had been expecting him to attend, and it was the first time that he had been turned away because he had no documents.
The reporter who arrived slowly saw this scene and quickly stepped forward to show his press card, "He came with me."
The security sternly refused, "The reception is full, those with documents can enter, and those who don't have to stay."
"Please be accommodating," the reporter begged.
"No, no, hurry up if you want to go in, or leave," the security guard had already started waving to chase people away.
"Put me in."
"I said no..." As soon as the security guard raised his head, he choked back into his throat consciously in the second half of the sentence. The person in front of him took off his sunglasses, who else was it not Ling Lang
The security guard was still in a daze, Ling Lang bypassed him early and strode towards the venue, followed by a reporter with a camera.
The multi-functional hall was already crowded with people, and the dark crowd blocked the road ahead.
Seeing this, the witty reporter rushed to the front of Ling Lang and shouted loudly, "Borrow it!"
His voice was quickly annihilated in the crowd, and no one paid any attention. As a last resort, he had to raise the volume one step further, "Borrow it!"
This time someone finally gave a reaction. It seems that the person's original intention was to turn back and yell at him, "What are you shouting?!", but after seeing the person standing behind the reporter, it automatically changed to "Ling Lang is here!"
His voice was much more penetrating than the reporter's voice, and everyone in the venue immediately turned their heads in unison to look in this direction, and all their eyes were tightly focused on one point.
The highly anticipated reporter—albeit indirectly, felt a sense of mission at this time, and he vigorously pushed aside the person in front of him, "Let's go!"
Everyone really did not expect that Ling Lang would take the initiative to appear at the scene. When they heard such words, their bodies reacted one step ahead of their brains, and under the reporter's guidance, they made way for Ling Lang.
Under the gazes of everyone, Ling Lang walked towards the rostrum step by step, his pace undisturbed, just as he had walked past without squinting in the public spotlight countless times.
Miss Qiao saw Ling Lang getting closer and closer to her, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but it was fleeting. She straightened her spine and put on a posture of not being afraid of danger, just like the embodiment of justice.
Ling Lang did not respond to her obvious demonstration, until he walked to the vacant seat on the podium and sat down, his eyes never fell on her.
The moment he sat down, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his stomach. Ling Lang closed his eyes and tried his best to control his expression. After this wave of pain passed, he slowly opened his eyes.
What catches the eye are the densely packed heads, the eagerly awaited faces, and the flashing lights woven into the net. When he first became famous, standing under the flashlight for five minutes felt like he was going to go blind. Now the number of flashlights has doubled, and he doesn't even have to blink.
Amidst the sound of the shutter, Ling Lang spoke slowly, "I'm here today to clarify some rumors. These rumors have had a bad influence, not just me."
"I swear here that every word I will say next is a fact. If there is a half-sentence false, I will quit the showbiz and never set foot there again."
His expression was serious, and his words were loud and clear, and there was an invisible force that made it impossible for people to question his words.
"Can I ask you a few questions first?" a reporter raised his hand and asked.
Ling Lang nodded.
"Can you guarantee that every question is answered truthfully?"
This time Ling Lang said, "Yes."
With Ling Lang's assurance, the reporter asked straightforwardly, "May I ask the newspaper that you have been in a detention center for intentionally hurting someone, is this true?"
"Yes."
"You once sent Miss Qiao back to the hotel late at night and was photographed secretly by the paparazzi. Is this true?"
"Yes."
The reporter made two preparations, and couldn't help but throw out the third highlight, "After your debut, Mr. Mo, chairman and founder of the Mo's Foundation, rumored to have nurtured you for a long time, is this true? ?"
Just as Ling Lang was about to answer, the familiar tingling sensation swept through his brain again. He had to close his eyes again, and took three deep breaths before slowly suppressing the feeling.
Opening his eyes again, he subconsciously drove him to look in the direction of the door, and he saw Feng Hao.
Feng Hao stood there, staring at him intently, the two of them looked at each other across the crowd, Ling Lang had completely forgotten where he was.
The reporter thought that Ling Lang had not heard clearly, so he repeated his question word for word, biting very hard when he mentioned the word "nurturing".
Ling Lang's eyes still didn't move. It seemed that he and Feng Hao were the only two people left in the entire hall. The answer to the question rolled in his throat a few times, but he didn't say it.
The reporter got a little impatient, and urged for the third time, "Please answer directly."
Ling Lang seemed to stare at him for a century, and a century passed, and everyone present heard his answer clearly.
"Yes."