Ling Lang, who was knocked to the ground by Feng Hao, was blank in his mind, and Feng Hao, who had been gentle like water for a second, had no smile in his eyes. He went up and grabbed Ling Lang by the collar and picked him up, punching him again in the abdomen. .
The sudden accident made Ling Lang feel no pain at all. He couldn't believe that Feng Hao would have such a huge change, and his wide eyes were filled with incredible.
The door was slammed open, flashing lights and shutter sound followed, several reporters poured in, followed by a panicked assistant, "I just went downstairs to buy porridge, but the room card disappeared... Ah!"
The assistant who witnessed all this in front of him threw the bowl in his hand in horror, and the white porridge was scattered all over the floor. The last person who rushed in was the manager, who stepped forward and dragged Kai Feng Hao desperately, "Stop it! Are you crazy! "He turned his head and shouted at the assistant who was out of the situation. "What are you still doing? Why don't you stop him quickly!"
Only then did the assistant realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran over to drag the out-of-control Feng Hao aside with the manager until he stopped struggling, and the manager nervously ran over to Ling Lang, "Are you alright?"
These four words brought Ling Lang back to reality from the huge shock. He turned his head to look at the reporter who was shooting him wildly, and instantly understood Feng Hao's intention.
The agent guessed his thoughts from his expression, turned around and helped Ling Lang block the camera with his body, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"
Where would the reporter listen to him at this moment, he asked frantically.
"Why did Feng Hao beat you?"
"Why were you beaten by Feng Hao?"
"Is it because the parenting incident caused the other party to become angry and angry with you?"
"No!" Ling Lang wanted to say that was not the case, but a huge pain hit him, making him unable to utter a word.
The reporters saw Ling Lang clutching his stomach, his face as pale as paper, and sweat dripping from his forehead. At first glance, he looked so painful that he could not speak. Feng Hao, who was beside him, took a step forward. But it stopped abruptly.
The agent who was blocking the reporter hurriedly turned around to support Ling Lang. Seeing him like this, he was full of anger and pointed at Feng Hao, "How dare you let such a ruthless hand!"
Ling Lang bit his lower lip desperately, staring at Feng Hao without blinking. The latter stood there like a movie king, watching all this indifferently, indifferent to the pain Ling Lang suffered.
Among the people in the room, only Ling Lang saw the forcibly suppressed concern in his eyes. Under the icy exterior, it was about to burst into flames. The flame under the ice became the last picture in front of his eyes when he was awake, and then his eyes went black and he was unconscious.
When he woke up again, Ling Lang was already lying on the hospital bed with drips on his hands, and a bad-looking manager stood beside the bed.
The weak Ling Lang opened his mouth, "Feng..."
"What's crazy!" The agent interrupted him mercilessly, "I'm almost mad at you! I thought you were beaten, but the doctor told me that you were starving, you are an adult Now, can't you even take care of yourself?"
"Hao..."
"What's so good? You were beaten by him and you called him a good one?" the manager shouted angrily, "I really saw the wrong person, I shouldn't have handed you over to that duplicitous guy in the first place!"
“BA…”
"Dad what dad! I'm not your dad, don't call me dad!"
Ling Lang glared at him resentfully, spit out word by word with difficulty, "Give... the phone... to me... "
The agent realized that he would be wrong, and rubbed his nose embarrassedly, "What phone! I won't let you contact him again, and it's impossible for him to continue harassing you. After I re-issue your card, Give the phone back to you."
Ling Lang struggled to get up and stretched out his hand to pull out the drip. The manager was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and pressed him back to the hospital bed.
"What are you going to do?!"
Ling Lang's strength was completely unable to compete with him, and he was obediently pressed back, "Help me hold a press conference."
The agent couldn't believe his ears, "What?"
"Feng Hao didn't hit me..."
"Do you still want to defend him? There are so many witnesses, the photos have been posted, and the wound on your face is still hanging there. This time, you can't argue with a hundred mouths. Don't think that every time you are so lucky, someone will stand there. Come out and clarify for you."
Ling Lang touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously, and the wound was still painful.
"This one is real, but the rest are fake."
"What is he doing by beating you? Playing?" the agent asked angrily.
"He was there to protect me."
"What's the reason?"
"can not say."
"The reason you can't even tell me, how are you going to tell the media?"
"I would say it was me who was at fault first, and he deserved to hit me."
The agent hugged his head frantically, and walked around the ward angrily, "Do you know that the situation outside is already very bad. In such a bad situation, if there is still a little bit worth it The good thing is that the public opinion is on your side at the moment. When you say that now, don't you take the initiative to pour dirty water on yourself?"
Ling Lang sighed deeply, "Then what do you want me to do, hide under the eaves and see Feng Hao standing alone in the rain?" He shook his head, "I don't think I have any shelter for him. Ability, but at least I have the right to be with him through thick and thin."
"I won't let you exercise such a right," the agent categorically rejected, "No matter who is right or wrong, you are all my artists, a disgraced reputation is already bad, I will not allow you Disrupt yourself."
"Do you believe me?" Ling Lang asked suddenly.
The agent was taken aback by the question, and it took a long time for him to utter a word, "Letter."
"Feng Hao did this for me."
It took longer than just now, the agent choked out two words, "I believe."
Ling Lang looked at him with pleading eyes, "Please help him."
The agent had the urge to burst into tears. After so many years, Ling Lang asked him to do something for the first time. Even the young man who was cornered at the beginning of his career had never approached him with such a weak look and tone. have spoken.
After struggling for a while, the agent finally gave in. "Before the explosion on the set, Feng Hao asked the company for leave to return to the United States. In this case, let him take a period of leave and go abroad to avoid the limelight."
Seeing that Ling Lang was still dissatisfied, he had to continue playing the delay card, "We will discuss the countermeasures when you are cured and discharged from the hospital."
After receiving the promise from the manager, Ling Lang closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.
"I promise you, take good care of yourself and not hold a press conference."
The agent hummed through his nose.
"But you also have to promise me not to change my mobile phone card.",
"Isn't that..."
"If you don't promise me, I'll go on a hunger strike."
The agent's teeth itch with hatred, "The water splashed by the married daughter turns her elbows out, and she can't break it back."
Ling Lang lay in the hospital for several days, and his condition improved by eight or nine points. The manager kept him in the hospital on the grounds that it was not quiet outside. Without a mobile phone, newspaper or internet, Ling Lang almost lived a life of isolation from the world. .
There was a TV in the VIP ward where he lived, but the switch was "accidentally" stabbed by the manager, and the remote control was also "accidentally" lost. Ling Lang knew that this was because the manager took great pains not to let him see the relevant information. Feng Hao's negative news, he can only imagine how bad it was.
He stood by the window under the cover of the curtain, and a group of people stood in darkness at the entrance of the hospital. Since the news of his recovery here leaked, fans and reporters have been stationed here every day.
There was a knock on the door, and there were few people in Ling Lang's ward, except for the medical staff, managers and assistants, and never had any visitors.
Ling Lang thought it was a nurse, and came in without turning his head, the door opened and closed, and then there was no movement for a long time.
Ling Lang turned around suspiciously, but found the uninvited guest at the door. The uninvited guest leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, looking like a cool and handsome tyrant.
"Why are you?" Ling Lang did not expect this person to appear here.
The man then straightened up and walked towards Ling Lang step by step, "I heard that my senior brother is also hospitalized here, so I came to visit him specially to show our friendship."
Ling Lang glanced at the hospital clothes on Wu Guanfeng's body, and then remembered that the other party lived in the same hospital after the bombing.
"You seem to be recovering well," Ling Lang praised sincerely.
Wu Guanfeng spread his hands and turned around in place, "I am alive and well. I am a person who has been in the entertainment industry for 500 years. This little injury is nothing to me."
Ling Lang looked at his face carefully again, "It seems to be more pleasing to the eye than before."
Wu Guanfeng rubbed his chin with a bit of pride, "The injury has broken a little bit, so I repaired it a little by the way, although I don't think it's changed much from before..."
"Congratulations then," Ling Lang congratulated briefly, and by the way, he pushed Wu Guanfeng's next self-show back into his mouth.
"Cough," the brake was too hasty, Wu Guanfeng had to cough to cover it up, and then looked at Ling Lang's attention, instead of focusing on himself, and turned to the window.
He walked over and looked out together with Ling Lang. Many fans stopped there holding banners. What failed was that they were facing the gate of the hospital. From the angle of Ling Lang's ward, it was impossible to see what was written on the banner.
"What is written on it?" Ling Lang actually took the initiative to ask him.
Wu Guanfeng rolled his eyes, "Would you believe me if I said I wish the actor a speedy recovery?"
"To be honest," Ling Lang said lightly.
Wu Guanfeng shrugged, "Since you have already guessed it, why bother asking."
Ling Lang stopped talking, Wu Guanfeng took out the small gift he had prepared long ago from his pocket.
"I'm here to visit, of course I can't do it empty-handed. Knowing that my brother is bored, I specially brought this to my brother."
Seeing what the other party handed over, Ling Lang hesitated for a while, but still took it.
"The remote control in my room. I heard that the remote control in my brother's room was lost? It was so careless."
Ling Lang hesitated while holding the remote control, Wu Guanfeng instigated him, "Don't you want to know about someone's current situation, senior brother?"
Hearing what he said, Ling Lang decisively turned on the TV switch. The last patient seemed to be very concerned about entertainment news. The TV just stopped on the entertainment channel, and a famous gossip program was being rebroadcast.
"So what was the situation at the time, can you describe it to us?" After the host threw this question, the camera turned to the interviewee. Ling Lang recognized it for a long time, and finally remembered that he was the paparazzi who threw himself on him and took off the scarf, and he was the first person who rushed into the hotel room that day.
"Oh, that's right," the paparazzi rubbed their hands, "after the police took Miss Qiao away that day, because I didn't see Ling Lang and Feng Hao leave, I guessed that they were still staying in the hotel, but I and a few colleagues found them. In many places, nothing has been found.”
"and then?"
"Just when we were about to give up, we saw Ling Lang's assistant walk in through the hotel's main entrance with takeaway food. She answered a phone call in the lobby and something fell out of her pocket. I wanted to pick it up and give it back to her. But I found out that it was a room card."
"So you suspect that Ling Lang and Feng Hao are in this room."
The paparazzi nodded, "Yes, then we rushed to the room as quickly as possible, and wanted to take the opportunity to get some news."
"What happened inside when you arrived?"
"At first, I just wanted to take a sneak peek through the crack of the door, who knows..." Even the paparazzi himself hesitated when he said this, as if he wasn't sure about what he said, "At that time, Ling Lang was probably beaten to the ground by Feng Hao, Immediately after another punch in the face, I realized it was big news and rushed in desperately, and what happened on the photo was what happened next."
Along with the paparazzi's descriptions, the photos of the day were released on the TV. The photos were messy, but it was still clear that Feng Hao had acted on Ling Lang. Even in the first candid shot through the door, Ling Lang was kneeling on Feng Hao's feet. In front of Hao, Feng Hao's fist was clearly visible in the air.
On the TV, the host began to discuss with the paparazzi about Feng Hao's motives for beating people. Ling Lang didn't hear a word of what they said next, but Wu Guanfeng, who was beside him, chuckled softly.
Ling Lang glanced at him lightly, but the other party didn't shut his mouth knowingly, instead he spoke more vigorously.
"What am I laughing at, Senior Brother must know better than me. These photos have been published in newspapers and magazines several times, and I have read them several times. Some of them are quite interesting."
Ling Lang ignored him, it seemed that whatever he said had nothing to do with him, but Wu Guanfeng was best at entertaining himself, even if no one paid him any attention, he could talk for a long time.
"Especially the two brothers who were beaten to the ground at the beginning," Wu Guanfeng couldn't help laughing. "This statement is quite reasonable."
"It's a pity, in order to make the senior brother kneel properly, someone has to sacrifice himself," Wu Guanfeng clapped his hands awkwardly, "My little junior brother is really witty. With his mind, he must be The moment I shot, I knew that my acting career was coming to an end."
"Brother, didn't you just ask me what the people below me are doing? Brother guessed right, and asked to block Feng Hao. Not only here, but also in the brokerage company, record company, and even all over the country and even on the Internet, people are demonstrating every day. , smashed his CDs, ripped up his posters, and exploded his website."
Ling Lang closed his eyes and let Wu Guanfeng's voice come into his ears wantonly, "You and your manager should know best that no one can save him this time, even if there are ten seniors with high morals and respect to stand up. , it won't make up for your lies." Wu Guanfeng leaned forward, almost leaning into Ling Lang's ear, "He has already lost his reputation, and he is the one that will never be recovered."
Wu Guanfeng stepped back and clapped his hands, "But in the end, I still admire Junior Brother Feng. In order to maintain Senior Brother's reputation, I can even give up the rest of my life. If it was me, I couldn't do it."
He put his hand on Ling Lang's shoulder, "Senior brother, don't be too sad, at least after this trouble, your number of fans is increasing day by day, and victims are always easy to win the sympathy of the public, you know."
He took out his mobile phone, dialed a few numbers, and handed it over, "Hey, the last little gift is for Senior Brother."
Ling Lang was surprised to see the contact on the screen, "How come you have his phone number?"
"It's all from the same brokerage company. Is it strange that senior brother has his brother's phone number?" Wu Guanfeng asked back, "Of course, few people have senior brother's phone number."
The phone was connected, and a familiar voice came from the microphone, but Ling Lang was speechless for a while.
Seeing that there was no sound coming from the phone, Feng Hao took down the phone to confirm that he was on the phone, and put it back to his ear again, "What's the matter?"
After a long while, a voice responded to him, "It's me."
Feng Hao sat up in surprise, "Why did you call me with his phone number?"
"It happened to happen," Ling Lang lied.
I came to see you specially, Wu Guanfeng reminded him with his mouth, Ling Lang turned around and left his back to him.
"Are you cured?" Feng Hao asked with concern.
"It's all right."
Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't know how worried I am, at first I really thought it was my own hands..."
"Are you all right?" Ling Lang interrupted him.
Feng Hao paused and smiled, "Don't worry about me, it's not me who was beaten into the hospital."
Ling Lang didn't know what to say, so Feng Hao put on an aggrieved tone, "Your dad is stricter than preventing me from seeing you, guarding me is more serious than guarding against the paparazzi, and he will say that you are staying in a hotel, and the hospital is just a cover. , but he refused to say which hotel it was. Later, he said that you were in the hospital. I went to the hospital several times, and there were people at the door. I was so handsome that I couldn’t hide my makeup.”
Ling Lang just wanted to laugh.
"I called you, and you turned off the phone. I couldn't reach you... Do you think I should have a good relationship with my father-in-law?"
Ling Lang couldn't help but laugh this time, "Where are you?"
"on the car."
"In the car? Where to go?"
"Airport."
The smile slowly withdrew from Ling Lang's face again, "Are you leaving?"
"Well," Feng Hao pretended to be relaxed, "I didn't expect to hear your voice before I left, what a pleasant surprise."
Ling Lang was a little gloomy, "When will you be back?"
"I have some things to deal with in the United States, and I will come back as soon as I finish."
He paused, "Although I really don't want to use this guy's phone number to confess to you, but..."
Feng Hao's words were clearly transmitted to Ling Lang's ears through the radio waves.
"I love you."
Ling Lang closed his eyes, it seemed that he could freeze the other party's voice and imprint it in his mind forever.
He knew that his eyes must be wet. It turned out that it was true that tears would flow uncontrollably when the person written in the script was the happiest.
"Me too." His voice also passed over, causing Feng Hao to chuckle.
"Remember, no matter what happens," Feng Hao's voice changed, his tone became serious and serious, "wait for me to come back."
Ling Lang hung up the phone and turned around immediately. It was Ling Lang who Wu Guanfeng had never seen before, and he had an ominous premonition for a while.
As expected, Ling Lang opened his mouth.
"Do You have a Car?"
Wu Guanfeng felt that he really lost a lot of money this time, he just kindly went to see a disease, gave him a remote control and a mobile phone, and finally got in with him and his car.
It took a lot of hard work to transfer Ling Lang from the hospital that was ambushed on all sides without disturbing anyone. In order to catch the plane, he was driving on the highway at the moment.
"Do you know," he said loudly, "I've only met a scene like chasing a lover to the airport in a movie. Are we really not filming now?"
After speaking, he also pretended to look for the camera.
Ling Lang, who had been silent in the back seat, suddenly said, "Thank you this time."
Wu Guanfeng almost slammed the brake into the accelerator, before saying, "How many people have you said thank you to in your life?"
Ling Lang was puzzled, "A lot."
"Why do I think your thank you is more important than others? It makes me feel like my knees are weak."
"Really," Ling Lang looked forward, sensing that the speed of the vehicle had dropped, "What's the situation?"
"I don't know, the road seems to be closed ahead."
Wu Guanfeng shook down the glass and stuck his head out. There was a long line of cars in front of him, and he couldn't see his head at a glance.
"Yes, I think, brother, your romantic pursuit of people at the airport is going to waste."
Ling Lang also sat up straight, and Wu Guanfeng, through the rearview mirror, could clearly sense the anxiety that he couldn't hide under his forcible calm.
In order to ease his nervousness, Wu Guanfeng turned on the radio, and the standard news voice of the female anchor immediately surrounded the entire car through the stereo.
"Now insert the news, at 4:35 pm today, there was a car accident on Hushuo Airport Expressway. A driver in the car was seriously injured and a passenger died on the spot. The airport expressway has been closed urgently. It is reported that the victim's name is Feng Hao. , male, 29 years old, popular idol actor and singer, was involved in a beating incident a few days ago and was boycotted by the public, the cause of the accident is yet to be found out…”