Waiting Upon You

Chapter 68: End of play

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Ye's colleague passed by the desk and was shocked when he saw Ling Lang's manager.

"What's wrong with him?" the man asked Ling Lang's assistant, who was browsing through magazines.

The assistant glanced here in disgust. The manager was sitting on a chair looking at the ceiling, drooling, a typical idiot.

"Don't pay attention to him," the assistant said with an unbearable look, "Ever since Ling Lang publicly thanked him on stage that day, he has always been like that."

"Speaking of that incident," Gossip's colleague immediately came over, "Do you know that the true identity of the deceased in the car accident has finally been found out."

Speaking of this matter, the assistant became angry, "I just found out now? The police would be too irresponsible." If it wasn't for the fact that they made public the news without checking their identities before, Ling Lang wouldn't have suffered so much, and he was almost there. Hang up, "Who is it?"

"It's a wanted criminal who has been on the run for a long time."

"Wanted criminal? What crime?"

"Intention to throw sulfuric acid on Ling Lang, and add chocolate to Ling Lang's coffee."

The assistant took a deep breath, "So it was him, how did he get into Feng Hao's car?"

"According to the driver, they stopped at the gas station on the way to the airport. Feng Hao got off the car during that time, and after he came back, he drove without paying close attention. You know the artist, once he wears his hat and sunglasses, Who knows who is who."

"And then what?"

"Then the fugitive showed his identity and took the driver to divert the road. The driver refused to obey, and the two men beat each other in the car. What happened later is the version we know," the colleague shrugged.

"My God, why didn't the driver say something so important earlier?"

"He said he hit his head in a car accident, lost his memory, and just remembered."

The assistant covered his eyes weakly, "This old stalk really works everywhere."

"The fugitive was wearing Feng Hao's clothes and had his credentials on him. When he died, he was completely unrecognizable. No wonder he was mistaken."

"What about Feng Hao? Did he also lose his memory?" the assistant asked angrily.

"He said that he was held hostage by the fugitive's accomplice and locked up, so he has not been able to show his face, and now the police are looking for accomplices everywhere."

"...Are you sure what you just said is true, they are not filming?"

The colleague spread his hands, "God knows, if it's filming, the actor who plays the fugitive is too dedicated... By the way, you two have been busy lately." He looked at the crazy agent again, "Where's Ling Lang?"

The assistant turned his gaze back to the magazine, "I went to see the parents."

Ling Lang sat at the dining table nervously. He was not so nervous when he participated in the audition for the first time in his memory.

This tension stemmed from the three men with the surname Feng around him, including Feng Hao of course. As his gentle and dignified master, Feng Hao's other side, intentionally or unintentionally, always made him feel awe. Multiplying this sense of awe by three is what he feels at the moment.

This is not the first time he has met Feng Hao's eldest brother, but the pressure that the other party brought him before was not as strong as it is now, and Feng Fu is an old man who looks very dignified, just like two people. Upgraded version. It can only be said that when these three people get together, the aura is multiplied, and it is no wonder that even Ling Lang, who has always been unbeatable in his aura, is also at a disadvantage.

"Don't be nervous," Feng Hao inserted a piece of food from his plate to Ling Lang, "With me here, they won't do anything to you."

It was better not to say these seemingly comforting words, but Brother Feng sighed disdainfully, "It's as if we'll treat your little... lover when you're not around."

He changed his words quickly, but fortunately Ling Lang didn't hear it clearly, and another person appeared in the restaurant caught Ling Lang's attention.

The man came from outside and politely bowed to Feng's father, "Master."

"Well," Father Feng nodded, "Is the injury okay?"

"It wasn't a big deal at first, it was all hyped by the outside media."

Ling Lang, who has a very weak memory of faces, carefully identified them for a long time, and finally this conversation reminded him, "Isn't he...?"

"That's right," Feng Hao affirmed his doubts, "he was the driver who had an accident on the way to the airport."

"But I remember the newspapers saying he was actually kidnapped and hit in the head and lost his memory?"

"I've been with the master for many years," the driver answered. "When I was young, I was a desperate race car driver. Later, when I encountered an accident, it was the master who saved me. If it wasn't for the master, I would have died seven years ago. already."

"Actually, it's not the first time we've met," he said to Ling Lang again.

Ling Lang was surprised to hear that, he couldn't remember when he had an encounter with this person.

"I've acted as a drag racing stand-in in three of your movies. I've done eleven gunfights for you on the highway, jumped four times, drove into trees twice, and fell off a cliff once."

Ling Lang was stunned, Feng Hao was already snickering.

"So my main occupation now is a film and television stand-in, a part-time bodyguard driver, a professional paparazzi, good at tracking and anti-tracking, forging car accident scenes, insurance claims, this is my business card," he handed it over respectfully, and Ling Lang accepted it mechanically. .

"So... the previous car accidents were all acting?" Ling Lang asked uncertainly.

"In order to be a better substitute, I also took an acting class at night school," the driver admitted indirectly, "Mr. Ling thinks my acting skills are acceptable?"

More than Shang Ke, he simply deceived the whole world, "Then why do you do this?"

"Because there are nasty guys who have been looking for trouble for us," it was Brother Feng who answered him, "they didn't want to kill you, or they wanted to kill my brother, in order to paralyze their carelessness, they had to sacrifice one of you. ."

Smart as Ling Lang, he quickly guessed, "Is it President Yi?"

"He also contributed," Feng Hao said.

"Then why didn't I sacrifice myself?"

Feng Hao glanced at him with a smile, "Because I can't bear it."

"Even though I faked a car accident, those people didn't stop monitoring us, which is why I couldn't contact you. I just didn't expect you to make such a decision. In this matter, your brokerage company Your secrecy work is simply better than that of the Security Bureau, no matter how many times we inquire, we all say that you have gone abroad to relax."

Feng Hao's words solved Ling Lang's many days of confusion, "I'm sorry, because of my business, I have caused you a lot of trouble..."

"You don't have to worry about this," Brother Feng interrupted suddenly, "our Feng family never suffers, it's the same for outsiders, and it's the same for our own people. The surnamed Yi has been making trouble for us for years, and now he has paid it off. As for yours That share," he glanced at Feng Hao deeply, "I believe that someone will get it back with profit."

Ling Lang was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand this? My second brother has been a pervert since he was a child. You don't know that when he was a child..."

Feng Hao put down the tableware, "Brother."

His brother was faintly threatening, and Brother Feng kept his mouth shut, but Feng Fu, who had been taciturn, said, "How can you judge your brother like this? It's like how much better you are than him. "

Ling Lang: "..."

Feng Fu turned to Ling Lang kindly, "Don't take your elder brother's words to heart. My little son is excellent in everything, but he was too subjective when he was a child, and he refused to accept discipline."

Feng Hao seemed a little dissatisfied with this evaluation, "How can I refuse to accept discipline?"

"You said no?" Facing his son, Feng Fu turned into the stern old man again, "I want you to stay in the United States to study, you have to go back to China to study in a film school."

"Because I want to be an actor, don't you always encourage us to have our own goals?"

"Since you like acting so much, why did you drop out of school again?" Ling Lang asked out of his confusion.

"Because he owes several million people, he has to sell himself to pay the debt," Brother Feng held up the cup and smirked, and the smile was obviously malicious.

"What are you doing to owe people so much money?" Ling Lang asked in shock.

"Of course I'm taking care of the little star," Brother Feng raised his eyebrows, still in the same tone of begging for a beating.

Feng Hao glared at the person opposite him dissatisfied, "It's just an investment. Besides, am I not paying back?"

Brother Feng looked at Ling Lang meaningfully, "Well, even the interest is brought home."

After Ling Lang dealt with this huge amount of information, he put down everything in his hand in disbelief.

"Are you Mr. Mo?"

The three people with the surname Feng exchanged glances, and even the corners of their mouths curved in the same way.

"Not only is he," Brother Feng said last, "Me too, we are all."

The current situation has completely surpassed Ling Lang's ability to think, so it was Feng Fu who solved the puzzle for him.

"Young man, do you know how old Mr. Mo is this year?"

Ling Lang hesitated, "Sixty... no, seventy years old?"

Feng Fu smiled and shook his head, "No, he is 110 years old this year."

Ling Lang was stunned.

Feng Fu slowly told him, "Many years ago, an elder in our family was a very famous figure in that era."

"Once, he did a major event that was very influential at the time, but unfortunately, in his capacity, he couldn't admit that it was his own doing. So when someone asked, he made up a random story. A pseudonym, Mr. Mo."

"Later, another member of our family found out about it, and when he encountered a similar situation, he got out with the same name. Slowly, everyone else continued this habit, no matter what we did right. Mistakes, wrongs, but everything that cannot be admitted is all blamed on this person.”

The old housekeeper who was standing by the side suddenly interjected, "Once I accidentally bumped into someone's puppy outside, and that's the name I kept."

The other four turned to look at him collectively, and the old housekeeper coughed, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if the dessert is ready."

After the old housekeeper left, Ling Lang still couldn't understand, "Since this name has existed for so long, why hasn't it aroused suspicion from others?"

"Do you know why people believe in gods? Why should they be afraid of ghosts?" Feng Fu asked him back, "Because no one has ever seen real gods and ghosts, the characters in legends are always more mysterious than those who can be touched and seen. , and it is more likely to be awe-inspiring. Over time, no one dares to question his existence."

"And Mr. Mo is such a person. He is based on the white road, he has also dabbled in the underworld, he has done good deeds, and he has also committed murder. He is in China in the morning, in the United States at noon, and in Dubai at night. It is precisely because of his elusiveness that it is difficult to It's the elusiveness that makes him the mysterious person everyone calls him, everyone has heard of it, but no one has ever seen it."

"For the past 100 years, our Feng family has been using this name to operate all over the world, and slowly we have also established a foundation under the name of Mr. Mo. The assets under Mr. Mo's name are more and more, so much that we have to The extent to which someone is specially taken care of. This person, in our family, is called an agent."

Ling Lang looked at Feng Hao with a vague understanding, "So..."

"If you want to control Mr. Mo's personal connections and assets privately, you must become an agent," Feng Hao continued. "Being an agent means giving up your original identity."

"Can't you be an actor?"

"Of course not. The work of an agent is very hard. If no one is willing to take the initiative to do it, we will draw lots."

For such an important identity to be decided by lottery, Ling Lang was about to take this family with admiration.

"Fifteen years ago, my eldest brother was unfortunately drawn to the next lottery."

"But fortunately, my second brother soon asked me for it."

"He forced me to sign a ten-year contract with him."

"As I said, the Feng family never suffers, whether it is outsiders or their own."

"So," Ling Lang interrupted the two brothers' singing and singing, "the person behind the TV has been you all this time?"

"Otherwise, how could I know you so well?" Feng Hao smiled.

It was the first time Ling Lang walked into Feng Mansion's study, but he was all too familiar with the furnishings in front of him.

"It turns out that you were in this position and watched me for ten years," Ling Lang's fingertips swept across the writing desk.

"In the beginning, you were like a hedgehog," Feng Hao recalled with a smile. "You would show your teeth and claws at me at every turn, and you are completely different from the way you are now."

Ling Lang's gaze fell on the sunflower on the side, and Feng Hao also noticed it.

"Do you like it? My birthday flower, I also have a Japanese character in my name."

Ling Lang pursed his lips, "Why didn't I find out earlier? You and he even spoke in exactly the same tone."

"Maybe it's because in your mind, Mr. Mo has always been a white-haired old man," Feng Hao replied with a smile.

"You were only twenty years old then," Ling Lang stared at Feng Hao, "You have seen me on stage, why did you do so much for me?"

"I said it, because it was love at first sight," Feng Hao also looked at Ling Lang, "your eyes are as beautiful as the golden retriever I raised back then."

"The one you raised when you were a kid?"

Feng Hao nodded slightly, "It's also one of my favorites, but unfortunately it died in the end."

"I remember... eating the wrong thing?"

"Chocolate." Feng Hao's expression was a little sad, "I had an argument with a neighbor's child. In revenge, he fed my dog a lot of chocolate behind my back. I found it too late."

Ling Lang was speechless for a long time.

"Then," Feng Hao lowered his eyelids, "you know what I did?"

Ling Lang shook his head.

The corners of Feng Hao's mouth raised a strange arc, and even his voice changed, "I asked someone to hypnotize him, washed away his past memories, made him mistakenly think he was a masochist, and wanted to be mine when he saw me. Dogs can't even eat chocolate."

His words reached Ling Lang's ears word by word, and the latter's eyes widened in disbelief.

Feng Hao raised his hand slowly, seeing that he was about to touch the other's face, Ling Lang took a step back in horror.

"Hahahaha," Feng Hao couldn't help laughing and bent over, "I am teasing you, you really believe it."

He put his arms around Ling Lang's neck, "Senior, is my acting good?"

Ling Lang was still in the shock that Feng Hao brought him, and he didn't know which sentence to believe.

Feng Hao pouted deliberately, "Senior, I have done so much for you, do you still doubt my motives for you?"

"But in the restaurant just now..."

"Is what my eldest brother said?" Feng Hao smiled. "Actually, my dog was murdered. I was very angry, so I tricked him into my house and locked him in the cage where Golden Retriever lived."

Ling Lang can now understand why Feng brother's evaluation of Feng Hao is that he has been a pervert since he was a child.

"However, he quickly yelled and alarmed my brother. He let him go and criticized me again."

"But it was because of this that I was very excited at the time, and it also made me recognize my sexuality."

"Later, I looked up a lot of information and taught myself psychology, and then I realized that there are not only people like me in the world who like to put people in cages, but also a kind of people who like to be caged and can only say, God It's really fair to make people."

"From then on, I started looking for someone who would be willing to be caged by me until I met you."

Ling Lang raised his head, what he looked up to was not only his lover, but also his benefactor, his master, the only person to whom he entrusted his body and mind.

"The first time I saw you, I recognized you, just like I fell in love with my golden retriever in a litter of newly born puppies."

He stroked his cheek, "Although I waited so long, fortunately, you finally came to me."

- The first time I saw you, you were on stage, I was offstage, I looked up at you, but you couldn't see me.

-In order for you to see me, I can only stand high enough, high enough for you to look up when you look up.

- I've been here, waiting for you to look up.

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