MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act thirty-eighth

The rope tied to the roof finally couldn't hold the friction and broke with a snap.

Ling Lang grabbed the rope just for acting, and didn't work hard. Suddenly he felt the rope slipped in his hands, and clung to it without thinking or thinking, and his body was dragged down suddenly by the sudden pulling force.

In a critical moment, he caught a gap in the roof and pulled the rope to **** the milk. Wei Ya also played a certain role, so the sudden fall of the younger brother and the golden retriever was stopped in midair.

The staff was terrified. They ran across in all directions, rescued people and dogs in all directions, and Ling Lang on the roof breathed a long sigh of relief. Someone immediately went up to check his injuries. Fortunately, the skin was only scratched, not serious.

It was inevitable that accidents occurred during the filming. The actor's injuries were a common occurrence. Ling Lang didn't take his heart seriously. When Feng Hao took medicine for him, the younger brother couldn't help but thank him.

Ling Lang was really annoyed by him. "You don't need to thank me. Anyone who was in my position at that time will do that."

After he said this, he walked away. Feng Haochong's disappointed younger brother smiled and followed, and the younger brother watched the two people walk away from the crowd. Feng Hao pulled Ling Lang's arm as if Check him for injuries.

"How is your hand?" Feng Hao gently moved his joints.

"Okay."

Ling Lang replied lightly, in fact, the weight of holding a hundred kilograms of free fall was by no means as easy as he described. His arms could not be lifted up to now, and it was a blessing without dislocation.

"Should you take a day off?"

"No," Ling Lang refused, "there is nothing to do with the hand."

There was an accident, but this scene continued. The trainer calmed down the golden retriever for a long time, finally calmed it down, and dedicated himself to work again.

The staff put on a stronger rope and laid a mat directly under the sunroof. Just as the younger brother was about to climb to the roof with his dog, Feng Hao suddenly returned. The first shot hit the golden retriever and the second one hit the younger brother. Hands, the two of them even fell with the dog on the mat.

The bodyguards outside were led in by the sound of gunfire, and they accidentally took out a gun and fired.

The little brother had pulled out the gun when he landed, but it was too late. He didn't even fire a shot, and was hit by numerous bullets continuously. His body kept shaking, and finally planted slowly.

"Ah-" Ling Lang on the roof yelled sharply and jumped desperately. As soon as Feng Hao raised his hands, the bodyguards stopped their hands, but the guns in their hands were still not down, and they all aimed at Ling. Lang.

Ling Lang dragged his broken leg to the younger brother, and cried, hugging him.

My brother's lips trembled and he spat out the last word in his life, "Brother ..."

Ling Lang knew that he wasn't crying at the moment he was a stand-in, and didn't cry after being placed under house arrest by Feng Hao. However, after hearing the word, his tears burst into tears.

What did the younger brother want to say? He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. Finally, with his eyes closed and his head crooked, he died in Ling Lang's arms.

Ling Lang couldn't accept the fact for a while, he hesitated for a while, and suddenly remembered the existence of golden retriever, but when he turned around to find, he found that the life that was a few minutes ago was already with the younger brother, Leave him forever.

Ling Lang trembled and moved his head to his lap, holding two sentences of left and right, sitting silently in a pool of blood. The last two lights in his life were also extinguished, and his tears dried up in an instant. There were no more tears in his eyes, and some had only bottomless despair.

The scene fell into silence.

"what--"

For a long time, Ling Lang screamed a scream of screaming in his hair, and the crowd heard the scene. They clearly saw that the only glory in Ling Lang's eyes dimmed little by little until it disappeared, and at this moment Ling Lang had become a dead person.

******

After Lang Lang finished today ’s training, he spent more time in the bathroom than usual. For some reason, he always felt hot and dry after the recent training, and that feeling became stronger day by day.

Feng Hao didn't let him touch the front, so he had to lower the water temperature during the shower to ease the inexplicable agitation on his body.

After the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror, the cheekbones on his face were prominent, and his ribs were clear. Since being imprisoned by Feng Hao in the film, he has not eaten any carbohydrates, and even protein has been banned in the later period. Today, weight loss has been small and effective, and the director praises his dedication.

When Feng Lang came out of the bathroom, Feng Hao had just arrived home. Although the two were filming together, they also had their own announcements, and their schedules were not completely synchronized.

When Ling Hao entered the house, Ling Lang was preparing to change clothes. He came over and took Ling Lang's clothes, and looked at him up and down. He was distressed. "It's too thin. Go on like this. I'm afraid you will have anorexia." "

"No, the movie will be finished soon."

"After killing the youth, you can feed me back immediately," Feng Hao ordered seriously.

Ling Lang felt funny, but nodded obediently.

He reached for his clothes, but Feng Hao didn't give him, "Just right, I just want to find time to tell you the next rule in the past two days. Now that you've taken off, let me tell you now."

"... I won't be able to dress at home in the future?"

"Yes," Feng Hao took Ling Lang's clothes and hung up, "Naked body * Occasionally it is fun, and there is no beauty after 24 hours."

He closed Ling Lang's cabinet and opened his own, "From now on, you will wear these at home."

Ling Lang glanced into the closet, and in a row were all Feng Hao's shirts, each of which was neatly ironed.

Feng Hao took out a white one and replaced it for him, and tied the buttons one by one. "You can wear whatever you want, but don't let me see you at home unless you're just back. Or go out. "

Feng Hao is a little taller than Ling Lang. His shirt, Ling Lang, barely covers the body, and he will be gone if he moves.

"What about pants?" Ling Lang couldn't help asking.

Feng Hao opened a drawer below, which was full of various men's **** underwear, and the black and red ones were also displayed during the charity party.

"Whether you want to wear it or not," Feng Hao rarely acted to a great degree on this issue.

Ling Lang thought about it, or was not used to hanging out, and picked a relatively conservative one.

Feng Hao squeezed Lang Lang's arm again. He was as thin as a wobble in his clothes. "Training on the treadmill can be paused, and other aerobic exercises don't have to be done. I think you're thin enough, you don't need to reduce . "

The word training reminded Ling Lang, "Is the last medicine finished?"

"So fast?" Feng Hao was surprised. "According to my calculations, it can be used for at least five days."

"It was too careless once," Ling Lang answered honestly.

Feng Hao nodded thoughtfully, and fetched a new bottle, "This is an advanced version of the previous bottle, this time be careful not to accidentally overdo it."

The new medicine given by Feng Hao had no effect at the beginning, but for a while after training, Lang Lang felt red heartbeat, numb hands and feet, as if there were thousands of ants crawling on his fingertips. The symptoms continued for at least half an hour before gradually Subside.

To make matters worse, this feeling is increasing day by day, and lasts longer and longer. The areas that should not be itched gradually begin to itch, and the body is hot and unbearable. In the end, even the low temperature shower has lost its effect.

Each time Ling Lang's symptoms broke out, I wished that something had penetrated through it severely. However, during this time, Feng Hao turned into a modest gentleman. He did not even touch him. On several occasions, he couldn't help but want to solve it by himself. , All stopped at the last moment.

In the daytime, his * cannot be relieved, and at night it will lead to spring dreams. In the dream, Feng Hao did various shameful things to him, and sometimes there were bystanders around him, with a camera and a flashlight. The sheets that were soiled by themselves were ashamed.

Feng Hao turned a blind eye to his anomalous reaction. He took the sheets dirty and washed them. He didn't even ask him a question. Feng Hao didn't mention it, and Ling Lang couldn't ask for it.

But * always beats reason. Finally, one day, Ling Lang couldn't bear it. When Feng Hao was sitting on the sofa reading a book, he hugged his leg and stunned. Seeing that the host had no objection, he couldn't help but many Stuck a few times.

This kind of thing happened for the first time, there were the second and third times, each time Feng Hao did not refuse, just touched his head pettiously, just like the owner indulged his pets. But after all, Ling Lang was a face-saving person. After a few moments, he saw that Feng Hao had no further reaction, and had to lonely retreat.

Ling Lang generally doesn't watch variety shows very much. When he changed channels that day, he unexpectedly saw Feng Hao's interview. Feng Hao on TV just talked to the host about pets.

"It looks like Feng Hao you really know about pets, so how about you, do you own a pet?"

"Yes," Feng Hao answered with a smile, "I have a big dog."

The host wow, "What kind of dog?"

"Golden Retriever."

"Is that what we usually call a Golden Retriever?"

"Yes."

"If I remember correctly, this dog is very smart."

Feng Hao nodded. "In the dog's IQ, it ranks fourth."

"And very docile and well-behaved."

"Golden retrievers are generally naughty before the age of one, but after the puppies period, they will become very obedient to their owners, so they are very suitable for working dogs, such as guide dogs.

"I don't think the golden retriever I've seen yells too much?"

"Most golden retrievers are quiet, and sometimes they are even suspected not to bark."

The host held his finger. "Golden retrievers also have a lot of coat colors. As far as I've seen, there are light yellow, golden yellow ... there seems to be red?"

As she counted, Feng Hao nodded.

After the host finished listing, he asked Feng Hao, "What color is your golden retriever?"

Feng Hao thought for a moment, "It should be pure gold."

Ling Lang heard here and touched her hair subconsciously.

"That must look great?"

Feng Hao was not humble, "very beautiful."

"It must be fun to keep a dog. Are you usually so busy, do you have time to take care of it?"

"No matter how busy I am, I will take time to accompany it, but it has a bad appetite recently and is very thin."

"Oh? Why?"

Feng Hao bowed his head and thought, "Maybe it's estrus."

He lowered his eyes and seemed to recall something very warm, and smiled from the bottom of his heart, "I have always been holding my leg for joy, which is very distressing."

At night Ling Lang went to bed and was not honest. Anyway, Feng Hao said on TV that he was in estrus, he just broke the can and broke the love, drilled into Feng Hao's arms, stabbed around him, and extended his tongue. Licking his neck and earlobe, Feng Hao laughed.

Feng Hao pressed Ling Lang to keep him from messing up again, and kissed him on his forehead, "Sleep early, and start filming tomorrow."

The excited Ling Lang was poured with cold water, and he turned around and gasped.

If you are cold, don't tune people | teach **** | hunger!

The author has something to say: Don't ask me what medicine Feng Hao used, in fact this is a fantasy article.

Transcript of the crew's record:

Act 38 People who are held by Golden Retriever on their lame legs are [丁丁] [雪山 君] [无 音 狂乱]. It is said that some precocious dogs like to hold their masters when they are a few months old. Most of what the host did at this time was ... kick it away!

Drop: [Ling Lang's Death] It's a good drop.