MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act Sixty-two farewell

Ling Lang, who was knocked down by Feng Hao, was blank, and Feng Hao, who was gentle and watery for a second, had no smile in his eyes. .

The unexpected accident made Ling Lang feel no pain at all. He didn't dare to have such a huge change in the envelope, and his eyes were filled with incredibleness.

The door was knocked open, and the sound of flashes and shutters came out. Several reporters flooded in, followed by a panicked assistant. "I went downstairs to buy porridge, but the room card was gone ... Ah!"

The assistant who saw all this in front of him dropped the bowl in horror, the white porridge spilled to the ground, and the last rushed in was the agent. He stepped forward and pulled away Feng Hao, "You stop! Are you crazy! He turned back to the assistant outside the situation and shouted, "What are you still doing? Stop him now!"

The assistant realized that something had happened, and hurriedly ran over to drag the runaway Feng Hao to the side with the agent, until he was not struggling, and the agent ran nervously to Ling Lang, "Are you all right?"

These four words brought Ling Lang back to reality from a huge shock. He turned his head and looked at the reporter who was mad at himself, and instantly understood Feng Hao's intention.

The agent guessed his thoughts from his expression, and turned to help Ling Lang block the camera with his body. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

Where would the reporter listen to him at the moment, he asked wildly.

"Why did Feng Hao hit you?"

"Why were you beaten by Feng Hao?"

"Did you do something to the other side because the hostage incident caused the other person to become embarrassed and angry?"

"No!" Ling Lang wanted to say that wasn't the case, but a huge pain came, making him unable to spit out a word.

The reporters saw Ling Lang covering her abdomen, looking pale as paper, sweating from the forehead, and at a glance, she could not speak, and Feng Hao on the side took a step forward. But it stopped abruptly.

The agent who had stopped the reporter quickly turned to support Ling Lang. Seeing his appearance, he was full of anger and pointed directly at Feng Hao, "You can't bear such a hard hand!"

Ling Lang bit his lower lip desperately, staring at Feng Hao without blinking, the latter standing in the same place as the film emperor, looking at all this indifferently, indifferent to the pain suffered by Ling Lang.

Among the people in the house, only Ling Lang saw the forcibly suppressed concern in his eyes. Under the cold appearance, it almost burned out. The flame under the ice became the last picture before him when he was awake, and then he turned black and unconscious.

******

When he woke up again, Ling Lang was already lying in the hospital bed, with drips on his hands, and a bad-looking agent standing by the bed.

The weak Ling Lang opened his mouth. "Feng ..."

"Crazy what crazy!" The agent interrupted him mercilessly. "I'm going to be mad at you! I thought you were beaten. As a result, the doctor told me you were hungry and you were all adults. Anymore, can't you even take care of yourself? "

"Hao ..."

"Hao, what! Don't give me those two words in the future!" The agent sighed angrily. "I really misread the person. I shouldn't have given you to the guy with two sides and three swords!"

"BA ..."

"Dad what dad! I'm not your dad, don't call it my dad!"

Ling Lang glanced at him bitterly, spitting word by word, "Give me ... my phone ..."

The agent realized that he would be wrong, and rubbed his nose embarrassingly. "What kind of hand! I won't let you contact him again, and it's impossible for him to continue harassing you. When I re-issue your card, then Give you your phone back. "

Ling Lang struggled to get up, reaching for his hand, and the agent was startled, and hurried forward to press him back to the bed.

"What are you doing ?!"

Ling Lang's strength could not compete with it at all, and she 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? So many witnesses, the photos have also appeared, and the injuries on your face are 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 Come out to help you clarify. "

Ling Lang touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously, and the wound was still painful.

"This one is true, but the rest are fake."

"What did he do to you? Is it fun?" The agent asked angrily.

"He is protecting me."

"Why?"

"can not say."

"The reason why you can't even tell me, how can you tell the media?"

"I would say that the person who had the mistake first is me, and he should hit me."

The agent clenched his head frantically and walked around the ward for two laps. "Did you know that the situation outside is very bad now. In such a bad situation, if there is still a little bit worth it It is gratifying that the public opinion is currently on your side. You say this now, don't you take the initiative to pour dirty water on yourself? "

Ling Lang sighed, "Then what do you want me to do, hide under the eaves, and see Feng Hao standing in the rain all alone?" He shook his head. "I don't think he has sheltered him from the wind and rain." Ability, but at least I have the right to share with him. "

"I won't let you exercise this right," the agent vetoed categorically. "Whether you two are right or wrong, it's my artist. A reputation scandal is already bad, and I won't allow you. He has also broken his reputation. "

"Do you believe me?" Ling Lang asked suddenly.

The agent was asked a short while, and only half a day came out a word, "Letter."

"Feng Hao did it for me."

It took longer than just now, the agent typed out the words, "I believe."

Ling Lang looked at him with a begging look, "Please help him."

The agent had the urge to burst into tears for so many years. For so many years, Ling Lang asked him to do something for the first time. Even the young man who had been out of nowhere in the beginning had been so helpless, he never showed such weakness to his eyes and tone. Talked.

After some struggles, the broker finally backed down. "Before the film explosion happened, Feng Hao asked the company to return to the United States. In this case, let him leave for a period of time and go abroad to avoid the limelight."

Seeing that Lang Lang was still dissatisfied, he had to continue playing the procrastination card. "When you are sick and discharged, we will discuss the countermeasures."

After getting the broker's promise, Ling Lang closed his eyes for a moment and then opened again.

"I promise you to take good care of yourself and not hold a press conference."

The agent hummed from his nose.

"But you also have to promise me not to change my phone card.",

"That's not ..."

"If you don't promise me, I will go on a hunger strike."

The agent hated his teeth. "The daughter who got married splashed out the water and turned his elbows.

******

Ling Lang lay in the hospital for a few days, and his condition improved for eight minutes. Nine points, the agent left him in the hospital because he was not quiet outside. No mobile phone, no newspapers, and no internet. Ling Lang was almost isolated from the world. day.

There was a TV in the VIP ward where he lived, but the switch was broken "accidentally" by the agent, and the remote control was also lost "accidentally". Ling Lang also knew that it was the agent who did not want to let him see it. Feng Hao's negative news can be guessed by his imagination.

He stood by the window under the cover of curtains. A crowd of people stood in the black at the entrance of the hospital. Since the news of his injuries here was leaked, fans and reporters were stationed here regularly every day.

There was a knock on the door. Few people came to Linglang's ward. Except for medical staff, that is, agents and assistants, there had never been visitors.

Ling Lang thought she was a nurse, and she didn't answer her voice. The door opened and closed, and then there was no movement for a long time.

Ling Lang turned around suspiciously, but found an uninvited guest at the door. The uninvited guest leaned against the door with his hands in his hands, a cool and handsome tyrant.

"How are you?" Ling Lang didn't expect this person to appear here.

The man stood up straight and walked towards Ling Lang step by step. "I heard that my brother was also hospitalized here, and came here to visit him to show his fellowship."

Ling Lang glanced at Wu Guanfeng's sick clothes, only to remember that the other party was also in the same hospital after the bombing.

"You look good," Ling Lang praised sincerely.

Wu Guanfeng spread his hands and made a circle in the same place. "Live and live. I am a character who has been in the entertainment industry for 500 years. This minor injury is nothing to me."

Ling Lang carefully measured his face again. "It seems to be more pleasing to the eye."

Wu Guanfeng rubbed his chin quite proudly. "The injury broke the point, and by the way, I minor repaired it, although I don't think it has changed much from before ..."

"Congratulations," Ling Lang congratulated briefly, and by the way, Wu Guanfeng's next self-flaunting back to his mouth.

"Cough," she was too anxious, Wu Guanfeng had to cough to cover up, and then saw that Ling Lang's attention had not been put on himself, but was thrown out of the window.

He walked over and looked out with Ling Lang. Many fans stood there holding the banner. The failure was that they faced the gate of the hospital. From the perspective of Ling Lang's ward, it was impossible to see what was written on the banner.

"What's on it?" Ling Lang actually asked him.

Wu Guanfeng's eyes rolled, "If I said," Will the Emperor Ying wish you a speedy recovery? "

"To be honest," Ling Lang said lightly.

Wu Guanfeng shrugged, "Since all the brothers have guessed, why bother asking more?"

Ling Lang stopped talking, and Wu Guanfeng took out the little gift he had prepared from his pocket.

"I came to visit the doctor, of course, it is impossible to be empty-handed, knowing that my brother is bored, and I specially gave this to my brother."

Seeing what the other party handed over, Ling Lang hesitated a moment, still picked it up.

"The remote control in my room, I heard that the remote control in the brother's house is missing? But it was too careless."

Ling Lang hesitated holding the remote control, Wu Guanfeng preached, "Don't you want to know someone's status?"

After hearing what he said, Ling Lang pressed the TV switch decisively. The previous patient seemed to be very concerned about entertainment news. The TV just stayed 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 asked this question, the camera turned to the interviewee. Ling Lang recognized for a long time, and finally remembered that he was the paparazzi who threw the scarf off his body that day, and it was him who rushed into the hotel room that day.

"Oh, that's it," Paparazzi rubbed his hands. "After the police took Miss Qiao the same day, because I didn't see Ling Lang and Feng Hao leave, I guess they stayed in the hotel, but I and some colleagues found it. In many places, nothing is found. "

"and then?"

"Just as we were about to give up, we saw Ling Lang's assistant walk in from the hotel's main entrance. She took a call in the lobby and something fell out of her pocket. I wanted to pick it up and give it back to her. But found that it was a room key. "

"So you suspect Ling Lang and Feng Hao are in this room."

The paparazzi nodded. "Yes, and then we rushed to the room as quickly as possible, and wanted to take the opportunity to get some news."

"When you arrived, what happened inside?"

"In the beginning, I just wanted to take a sneak shot through the door, who knows ..." When he said that, even the paparazzi hesitated. "At that time, Ling Lang was probably kneeled on the ground by Feng Hao, followed by another punch. On my face, I realized that this was big news, and rushed in desperately, and then the content on the photo happened. "

On the TV, accompanied by the description of the paparazzi, the photos of the day were put up. The photos were messy, but it was still clear that it was Feng Hao's hands on Ling Lang. In front of Hao, Feng Hao's fists were clearly seen in the air.

On the TV, the host again began to discuss with Paparazzi the motive of Feng Hao's beating. Then what they said, Ling Lang didn't hear a word, but Wu Guanfeng laughed aside.

Ling Lang glanced at him lightly, but the other party didn't close his mouth without knowing it, instead he intensified his speech.

"What I laugh, brother must be clearer than me. These photos have been published several times in newspapers and magazines, and I have read them many times, and some of them are quite interesting."

Ling Lang no longer cares about him, it seems that whatever he says has nothing to do with himself, but what Wu Guanfeng is best at is entertaining himself, even if no one cares about him, he can talk for a long time.

"Especially the two brothers were beaten to the ground at the beginning," Wu Guanfeng couldn't help laughing, "This statement is quite reasonable."

"Unfortunately, in order for the brother to kneel properly, someone must sacrifice himself," Wu Guanfeng clapped his hands, "My little master is really clever. With his mind, presumably The moment I shot it, I expected that my acting career had come to an end. "

"Is n’t the brother just asking what the people below me did? The brother guessed right and asked to block Feng Hao. Not only here, including brokerage companies, record companies, and even across the country and the Internet, there are people demonstrating every day. , Smashing his CD, tearing his posters, and exploding his website. "

Ling Lang closed his eyes and let Wu Guanfeng's voice arbitrarily enter his ears. "You and your agent should know the best. No one can save him this time, even if there are ten prestigious seniors standing up. "You can't tell your lies," said Wu Guanfeng, leaning forward, almost reaching Ling Lang's ears. "He has lost his reputation, and it is the kind that will never be recovered."

Wu Guanfeng stepped back and clapped his hands. "But in the final analysis, I still admire Feng's brother. In order to protect his brother's reputation, he can give up in the second half of his life. I can't do it for me."

He put his hand on Ling Lang's shoulder. "Brother doesn't have to be too sad. At least after this trouble, your number of fans is increasing day by day. Victims are always easy to win public sympathy, you know."

He reached for his cell phone, dialed a few numbers, and handed it over, "Now, the last little gift for my brother."

Ling Lang was surprised to see the contact on the screen, "how did you get his mobile number?"

"It's all from the same brokerage company. Is it strange that the phone numbers of brothers and brothers have brothers?" Wu Guanfeng asked back, "Of course, few people have brothers on your phone."

The phone was connected, and a familiar voice came from the microphone, but Ling Lang was speechless for a while.

Feng Hao saw no sound coming from the phone, took the phone down and confirmed that he was in a call, and put it back in his ear again, "What's the matter?"

Only a moment later, a voice answered him, "It's me."

Feng Hao sat up in surprise, "How could you call me on his phone?"

"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 ill?" 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 managed to take it seriously ..."

"Are you okay?" Ling Lang interrupted him.

Feng Hao paused and laughed, "Don't worry about me, it's not me who was beaten to the hospital."

Ling Lang didn't know what to say. Feng Hao put on an aggrieved tone. "Your dad is better than not letting me see you, and it ’s tougher to guard me than to guard against the paparazzi. After a while, you said that you are staying in a hotel. The hospital is just a cover , But refused to say which hotel. Later I said that you were in the hospital, I went to the hospital several times, the door was full of people, I was too handsome, I couldn't hide my makeup. "

Ling Lang just wanted to laugh.

"Calling you, you also shut down, how can I not reach you ... Do you say I should have a good relationship with my father-in-law?"

Ling Lang couldn't help laughing this time, "Where are you?"

"on the car."

"On the car? Where are you going?"

"airport."

The smile slowly evacuated Ling Lang's face again, "Are you leaving?"

"Well," Feng Hao pretended to be relaxed, "I didn't expect to hear your voice before leaving, it was a pleasant surprise."

Ling Lang was a little glum, "When will you come back?"

"I have some things to deal with in the United States, and I'll be back as soon as I can."

He paused. "Although I don't want to confess to you using this guy's phone, but ..."

Feng Hao's words were clearly transmitted into Linglang's ears word by word through radio waves.

"I love you."

Ling Lang closed her eyes. It seemed that she could freeze the voice of the other person and imprint it on her mind forever.

He knew that his eyes must be moist, and it was true that the people in the script would burst into tears uncontrollably when they were happiest.

"Me too." His voice passed the same way, and Feng Hao chuckled.

"Remember, no matter what happens," Feng Hao's voice turned, his tone became serious and solemn, "wait for me to come back."

Ling Lang hung up the phone and turned around for the first time. It was Ling Lang who Wu Guanfeng had never seen before. He had an unknown feeling for a while.

As expected, Ling Lang opened his mouth.

"Do You have a Car?"

******

Wu Guanfeng felt that he really had to pay a lot this time, but he went to find a disease with good intentions, and sent a remote control and a mobile phone. Finally, he took a car with him.

It took a lot of effort to transfer Ling Lang from the ambush hospital without alarming anyone. In order to catch the plane, he was driving on the highway at the moment.

"Do you know," he exclaimed, "I've only encountered this kind of bridge to chase my lover to the airport. Are we really not filming now?"

After that, he 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 stepped on the brakes to become the accelerator, he said for a long time, "How many people have you said thank you in this life?"

Ling Lang was puzzled, "a lot."

"Why do I think your thank you is more important than others, and it makes me feel a soft knee."

"Is it?" Linglang felt that the speed had dropped, and Ling Lang looked forward. "What's the situation?"

"I don't know. The road seems to be closed ahead."

Wu Guanfeng shook off the glass and poked his head out. The car in front was lined up.

"Well, I see, my brother, your romantic airport chase is to simmer."

Ling Lang also sat upright, and Wu Guanfeng noticed through the rear-view mirror that he clearly could not hide his anxiety.

In order to ease his nervousness, Wu Guanfeng turned the radio on, and the standard newsroom of the female anchor immediately surrounded the whole car through stereo.

"The newsletter is now broadcast. At 4.35 pm today, a traffic accident occurred at the Hushuo Airport Expressway, a driver was seriously injured, a passenger died on the spot, and the airport expressway has now been closed. , Gender male, now 29 years old. The popular idol actor and singer has been caught in a beating incident and has been resisted by the public. The cause of the accident has yet to be determined ... "