MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Episode 57

With the dean for a while, the two talents came out of the college building. Ling Lang kept wondering, and at this time had the opportunity to ask.

"The dean just said you were out of school ... what happened?"

Feng Hao smiled uncritically, "That's what you heard."

"When the two of us talked for the first time, you said you graduated from Lake Shadow ..."

"I said I was from Lake Shadow," Feng Hao interrupted. "No word for graduation."

"why?"

"Why is it hiding from you?"

"... No, why are you out of school?"

"I explained it at the time because something had to be resolved at home."

Ling Lang couldn't remember exactly what Feng Hao said at the beginning, "Serious enough to have to suspend school to solve it?"

"It's really more important than school."

"Will you look down on me because I didn't graduate from college?" Feng Hao asked suddenly.

Ling Lang stumbled, "Of course not."

Feng Hao smiled and didn't speak.

Ling Lang was still thinking, "The junior year is out of school, so the year after I graduated?"

"Yeah," Feng Hao said in a relaxed tone. "The campus without seniors is really unsustainable."

Ling Lang couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't make trouble."

"I didn't make trouble," Feng Hao said lightly, and that look didn't seem to be a joke.

"Did your problem finally be solved?"

Feng Hao don't take a deep look at him, "It's perfect."

Some schoolmates and schoolmates recognized them, ran up to sign a photo, and after all the people were dismissed, the two were already at the school's entrance.

The classmate in charge saw the two of them coming, and quickly led them to their seats. Today is the last day of the drama festival, and the finale is the anti-Japanese drama "The Eternal Life".

Feng Hao laughed out loud at the first sight of the title on the leaflet, "It's a coincidence, they actually reversed this. Is this a tribute to their predecessors?"

Ling Lang couldn't help touching his neck. Of course, this small gesture did not escape Feng Hao's eyes.

"You asked to take it off yourself, but you are not used to it, and you are not honest at all," Feng Hao whispered into Ling Lang's ear again.

Ling Lang didn't respond at first, but after realizing what he was pointing at, his face became slightly hot.

"How can I not get used to it?" Ling Lang argued.

"You've touched it three times in a while," Feng Hao pierced him on the spot.

"... I just want to make sure it was taken down."

"I shouldn't listen to you take it off. It's not my style to say what's wrong."

"It's your style to make it worse."

"You're right," Feng Hao applauded, "I'll double it up elsewhere, and say that good punishment doesn't matter."

"You obviously forgot it last night," Ling Lang said.

"You will talk back if you rely on me, so you should wear it all day."

The camera swept past the direction in which the two were seated. Feng Hao looked at the camera in a beckoning posture, smiling innocently, as if the two were just having an intimate conversation.

Not far behind them, two of Huying's classmates were flying quickly on the mobile phone with their thumbs.

-Did you hear what they both said?

——The voice is too low to hear!

——Listen carefully!

-Ah, I heard one!

-What is it?

——Feng Hao said ... You have touched this Kung Fu three times!

-Ahhhhh! Is that the kind of person who comes to the film? !!

-Sure enough, people should not look!

-I heard it too!

——What is it? !!

——The film king said last night ...

——How was it last night? !!

-I can't hear it later, it was last night anyway! !!

——It's really imaginative! !! !!

"Hey! Don't think about it there!" Since Ling Lang and Feng Hao got off the bus, the assistant hasn't left the agent's line of sight, and finally succeeded in seeing him.

"I explained it many times, I just pretend to be a percentage of fans, don't think too much!"

The assistant stared at him again for a long time, and then mechanically opened his head 90 degrees away, a look that could not bear to look directly.

The agent jumped, "Don't think that I don't know what you're doing there without saying a word!"

The robot assistant opened his mouth hard: "Don't talk anymore, the filmmaker's abnormal father."

"Dad your sister !!!"

The theater's lights were long gone, and the stage actors were very engaged, and Ling Lang also took it seriously. He is familiar with the lines of the drama, and some changes have been made to the script, but the overall trend still respects the original.

The plot quickly progressed to the final scene. When the protagonist was restrained by Wuhuada, Ling Lang swallowed subconsciously, and a male hand leaned over and attached to his thigh.

Ling Lang suddenly realized something, and quickly turned his head, recognizing Feng Hao's tough outline in the extremely weak light. Ling Lang will not forget that Feng Hao said that the occasion when he fell in love with him at the first sight was the moment when he played.

Detecting the anomaly of the people around him, Feng Hao also turned his head and looked around, looking at each other, Feng Hao suddenly felt Ling Lang's thoughts.

"Don't think too much, he is far worse than you," Feng Hao said in his ear.

Ling Lang didn't believe it, the student was obviously acting very well.

"You are not a class of people at all, he is just playing this role, and you," Feng Hao sighed prankly in Ling Lang's ears. "From my head to my feet, there is a breath to abuse me."

After listening to Feng Hao's relief, Ling Lang didn't know if he should be grateful.

Feng Hao pointed forward, "Did you see that position? I was shooting you there," and he pointed to the stage again, "You are standing there, no more than two meters away from me."

"You can't see me, but I can see you very clearly. We are similar and I recognize it at first sight."

Feng Hao's magical voice mixed with the seductive breath into Ling Lang's ears word by word, "Do you know what I was thinking at the time? I want to tie you tightly with a rope and use a knife to tie your clothes Cut open, let your body be exposed little by little, here, here, and here ... "

Feng Hao's hand slid on Ling Lang at a speed that was not noticeable to others. Ling Lang was worried that the exposure was tense, but his body could not move as if bound.

"Your eyes want and you don't dare to, every line sounds to me like moaning | groaning, I force you through the lens of the camera | treat you, every time you press the shutter, it runs through your body ... Can you feel it?"

Ling Lang closed his eyes, and Feng Hao described the scene like a slide in front of him. He vaguely remembered the dream that he had had after visiting Feng Hao's house for the first time, and now that dream has turned into a reality.

The sound of the gun awakened Ling Lang, and Feng Hao's hand finally fell to his sensitive part, where he quickly pressed it away, and thunderous applause sounded in his ear, Feng Hao applauded casually, as if just borrowed He who is acting darkly is not him at all.

"Today can only be regarded as a warm-up for work. The company has licensed you two more days of rest, after which you will enter the devil's rush. All the work that has been delayed in the past few months must be made up, know?" On the way back, the agent was fierce. Babadi said.

"Okay," Feng Hao helplessly spread his hand, "The pervert father of the film emperor."

"Dad your sister!"

Feng Hao turned his head to Ling Lang, "I have such a great pressure to have such a father."

The agent threw a stroke in his hand, "I'm quit!"

Ling Lang took over the housework while Feng Hao was injured, and now he has resumed the days when Feng Hao took care of the kitchen and knelt aside while waiting.

After packing the last knife, Feng Hao issued instructions to Ling Lang to go to bed. This time, Ling Lang learned how to be good and did n’t dare to forget it again. He obediently brought the collar worn while sleeping and put it into Feng Hao ’s hands. I came to see it and returned it to him.

"Not this one, the one with the bell."

There are many collars in Feng Hao's collection, each of which has a different purpose. When he is going to do something, he will wear a bronze bell collar with Ling Lang. The sound of the bell is very special, deep and thick.

The collar with the copper bell was sent to Feng Hao. Ling Lang slightly raised his head and asked his master to wear the collar for him. Feng Hao's fingertips ran over the bell and brought a moan. Hearing this familiar Sound, Ling Lang's body unexpectedly conditioned.

After taking Ling Lang's reaction into view, Feng Hao laughed. Obviously he has exposed his body in front of this person countless times, but his laughter still made Ling Lang ashamed.

He buried his head, listening to Feng Hao's voice coming from overhead.

"We should be very busy for the next period, maybe we don't have much time together, so I need to finish things that have not been done."

Ling Lang remembered the mobile phone number plan. In the past few months, the two had gone out and in for almost 24 hours. Telephone contact seemed unnecessary, and the plan naturally ran aground.

"I have recorded ten digits for your mobile phone number. While there are still two last days of vacation, why not fill up the last digit?"

Ling Lang bit her lower lip and waited there, feeling a little nervous and looking forward. I don't know what tricks Feng Hao will play this time, but the other party just pulled out a sleeve from her arms and put it in Ling Before Lang.

When Ling Lang was surprised, Feng Hao took out the second and third ... until they were arranged in a row. There were nine in total, and Ling Lang looked up puzzledly.

"I said that when you learn to put it on with your mouth, you won't need it anymore. These are not needed anymore, so there are only a few of them, and you should use them all at once."

Feng Hao clicked on the first case, "What is your last mobile phone number, we will use a few."

Ling Lang opened her mouth in surprise, and then looked down at the sleeves in a row in front of her. Then she thought of something interesting, her mouth tightly curled into a line, but she couldn't restrain the curvature of the mouth.

Feng Hao rarely saw him happy and didn't rush, waiting patiently for him to finish.

It seemed to be brewing, and Ling Lang began to speak, and he couldn't hide the small pride, "My last number is 0."

Feng Hao was also happy when he heard it. Ling Lang couldn't help but laugh again after being infected with his smile. The two people stared face to face in such a high and low manner, with countless smiles at the corners of the eyebrows.

Until Ling Lang laughed again, Feng Hao smiled and put his hand in his arms, and took out the last sleeve and placed it in front of Ling Lang quietly.

"Zero is ten."