MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Interview with Act 29

Ling Lang's lips gently stayed on Feng Hao's face for a moment, then left quietly, Feng Hao even frowned while sleeping, as if her nerves would not relax for a moment.

Since Feng Hao asked him that night, it was like opening the door of taboo. He couldn't remember how many times he went to Feng Hao's bed. Only knowing that after each time, he would be strong no matter how painful and tired he was. Supported himself back to his room.

At first he suspected that the other person had a dual personality. Otherwise, how could he have absolute extremes of gentleness and coldness, but gradually he dispelled this guess, because Feng Hao had the same memory no matter what the state was. .

Feng Hao's thoughts Ling Lang could not guess, Ling Lang's worship of Feng Hao was increasingly transformed into love, but everyone could see it. Although no line was related to this, Ling Lang's eyes and small actions were betrayed. His mind.

When the kiss was over, Ling Lang stared at Feng Hao for a while, then picked up the bathrobe on the ground and put it on his body, and stumbled away from Feng Hao's bedroom.

The door was gently closed behind Ling Lang. After a while, Feng Hao, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

"OK!" The tacit understanding of the two people's filming is increasing day by day, the number of NGs is getting less and less, the director is happy and relaxed, "Next!"

"There is no follow-up scene in this scene," the diary promptly reminded him.

"Ah," the director still felt a little bit unwilling, "would you like to make up for the previous skips?"

"Don't," Ling Lang resolutely refused. Under his forcible request, the bed scene on the screenplay had been cut to seven or eighty-eight, and it had become a suitable film for all ages, even if the whole film was sent to the General Administration. harmonious.

The director immediately went to the corner and cried, "I'm sorry, the investor's nest! The box office can't be guaranteed this time! The art of the nest is castrated! This year's little golden man had to give it to the old bastard!"

Ling Lang let him cry and grab the ground, but when he didn't hear it, the producer secretly glanced at Feng Hao, who shook his head with a smile.

The producer ran to the director and whispered a few words. The director pouted reluctantly to announce the end of today's shooting, and the staff consciously began to prepare for the next scene.

"Any announcements next?" Feng Hao asked Ling Lang after coming down.

"It seems like I need to make up for an interview," the original interview with the magazine was cancelled because of an accident some time ago. In the morning, the agent told him to make up for the interview after finishing work today.

"The agent takes you?"

"Ok."

"Then I will go home and wait for you," Feng Hao kissed with a bit of water on his lips.

When the two went out, the agent was impatiently looking at the watch outside the door. Since the two gods got together, he was deprived of the right to enter the Linglang lounge and was thrown out by Feng Hao from time to time.

Although the two have changed clothes and removed quickly, the agent still feels that they have been lingering for too long. "Why so long, do the two big masters need to say goodbye?"

Ling Lang got into his car, and the agent gave him an outline of the interview. In order to avoid the cold, preparing the "official answer" for Ling Lang in advance is one of the fixed tasks of the agent over the years.

Ling Lang quickly finished the outline, and when he looked up, he saw a black car in the rearview mirror. After all, he is also tracked by paparazzi all the year round. He is more alert than ordinary people. He has seen the same car of the same color more than once, but the license plate is slightly different. Since his accident, he can often see them trailing himself.

The broker is more experienced than him, and it is logically impossible to detect it, but at this moment he did not shy away from letting it follow, and Ling Lang guessed one or two.

"The person behind Feng Hao?"

The agent also looked into the rearview mirror and admitted generously, "Yes."

Ling Lang felt that there were some trivial questions, "Is it necessary?"

"Necessary?" The agent raised his voice eight degrees. "I wish I could hire a bodyguard to protect you personally for 24 hours. If it weren't for Feng Hao who vowed to say that his people are absolutely fine, I would not tolerate them like paparazzi. It ’s like ... Do n’t forget, the pervert who is hurting you is still at large. It ’s been half a month before I can catch it. How bad is the efficiency of the police! "

"He won't show up again," Ling Lang said, thinking of Feng Hao's reaction to the news that morning.

The agent glanced at him in surprise through the rearview mirror. "How do you know?"

Ling Lang shook his head, no matter how the agent asked, he would not say a word.

The economic man sent Ling Lang into the elevator from the hotel's underground parking lot, and Feng Hao's car also drove slowly, stopping not far from him.

The more the agent thinks about Ling Lang's talent in the car, the more he feels strange. Although Ling Lang doesn't like to talk, he never tells lies, does he know what?

After thinking about it, he finally opened the door and got out of the car. He seemed to casually walk beside the black car and knocked on the glass of the driver's seat.

The car glass came down slowly, and a bodyguard wearing sunglasses and a suit asked expressionlessly, "Is something wrong?"

The agent froze, "Ling Lang has all gone up, and you are still lazy in the car? Be careful, I will complain to your boss."

"I'm only responsible for driving. Some of us are responsible for following Mr. Ling. You don't have to worry about his safety," the bodyguard threatened him indifferently.

"Cough," the agent coughed concealedly. "I misunderstood that. Brother smokes?"

He was about to dig into his arms, but the bodyguard moved faster than him. His hand reached into his chest pocket one step at a time. When the agent saw this movement, the whole man froze.

"Brother, calm, I just want to take a cigarette," the agent said carefully, "is there any misunderstanding in this?"

The bodyguard shook his hand, then took out a pack of cigarettes, "Me too."

The agent took a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

"Come?" The bodyguard was kind.

The agent's mouth twitched nervously. "I don't smoke, thank you."

"That," the agent pretended to be a gossip, "about the pervert who attacked Lang Lang last time ..."

"Ok?"

The agent put his hand on the roof, lowered his head, and quietly asked, "Do you know where he is?"

"Yes."

The bodyguard responded well and simply, but made the agent dumbfounded. When asked about such secrets in the movie, shouldn't he answer or kill him?

"Where is he?" The agent finally responded and asked.

"Don't say anything."

broker:"……"

He immediately felt that it was more effective to use force to the people in front of him.

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Feng Hao that you are rude."

"He won't believe it."

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Feng Hao that you are indecent to me."

"He won't mind."

broker:"……"

The agent returned to the car stunned, and deliberately closed the door loudly. After sitting in the car for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth suddenly grinned a strange arc.

He magically changed into a tablet, and clicked a few times on it. Sure enough, in the center of the screen, he saw a red dot flashing on and off at his location. It was just the time he was chatting to stick to the roof of the other party. Signal from your locator.

The agent flicked the screen smugly. "As long as you track, you can't track it?"

******

The agent arranged for Ling Lang to be an interview with a fashion magazine. This type of magazine is targeted at high-end people, and the report is more pursuit of depth. Generally, he does not follow the gossip news of the interviewee, so the broker will be safe to arrange Ling Lang to accept Their visit.

Probably the agent negotiated with the other party in advance, and the interview outline skillfully avoided Ling Lang's emotional problems.

"Excuse me, how did you think about going to the film school to take the road of being an actor?"

The first reaction in Ling Lang's mind was the play of "The Eternal Brave". That play explained almost all of his motivation for admission to the film school, but he still answered according to the standard answer prepared by his agent. Interested. "

"What's your favorite movie?"

Ling Lang memorized a few names.

The reporter pondered for a moment, "It seems to be all war movies? Do you like this subject?"

Ling Lang answered concisely.

"But there doesn't seem to be such a subject in your work."

"No suitable script was encountered."

"That means if there is a suitable script ...?"

"I will think about it."

The reporter nodded in understanding, "I also liked the last movie you just said, and I have watched it many times. If a director now wants to make a remake, invite you to play one of the roles, which character would you choose?

Without waiting for Lang Lang to answer, the reporter took the lead, "Let me guess, is it the actor?"

Ling Lang shook his head. "It's his enemy."

The reporter froze, "But that's a negative image." At the end of the film, this negative character was also caught by the protagonist, and he was sentenced to prison and imprisoned.

Ling Lang didn't change his face, "the villain can test the performance of an actor more."

The reporter respected.

He glanced down at the outline of the interview, realizing that the two had been improvising just now, and rushed back to the topic.

"Can you briefly introduce the film you are shooting?"

Ling Lang was silent, "That's a comedy."

The reporter was surprised, "You still do comedy?"

"Hope is the only one."

The reporter wasn't sure whether he was serious or joking, but Ling Lang's expression hadn't changed from that before, so he had to embarrassed him.

"What do you think of the script of this play?"

"two."

Reporter Khan, "Director?"

"More second."

The reporter sweated, "but the last box office was over one billion ..."

"Later, the audience asked for a refund."

Reporter Waterfall Khan, "... the response is also good overseas, it is said that it is also expected to be shortlisted for this Oscar's best foreign language film."

"I think the jury has suspicions of black-box operations."

Reporter Genghis Khan, "You say so, I look forward to this film even more, and hope to see it in the cinema as soon as possible."

"If you have a free ticket and don't know how to pass the time, you can take a look."

The reporter quickly waved his hand. "No, no, I will definitely buy tickets to enter the venue."

Ling Lang took a bill from the wallet and passed it without a word.

Reporter Zhang Er Monk scratched his head, "What are you doing?"

"You might regret it then."

reporter:"……"

The interview part that made the reporter worrying was finally over. Next, Ling Lang changed into the clothes that the magazine had prepared in advance, and let the photographer take a few sets of photos for him. The entire interview was not over.

The reporter sent Ling Lang to the elevator entrance. When the elevator door opened, someone was already inside.

Ling Lang rarely became interested in strangers, but couldn't help but look at the men in the elevator several times, how to look familiar, but can't remember where to see it.

The man seemed to be going to this floor. After stepping out of the elevator, seeing that Lang Lang had been looking at him, he didn't move and looked at him calmly.

"Did I know you?" Ling Lang regretted it as soon as she asked, and this question sounded a lot like an old-fashioned way of talking, not to mention that it didn't match his identity.

Unexpectedly, the other party answered simply, "Yes."

The reporter didn't know if they should intervene to introduce the two at this time, and they were at a loss.

The man went on, "I don't even know my producer. How serious is your face blindness?"

Ling Lang remembered. It seems that the producers of several recent shows are the same person, but some producers are in charge of the overall situation, and some producers only pay for their names. This person belongs to the latter. He only I saw the other side hastily during the power-on ceremonies.

But face blindness ... others evaluate him with arrogance and no one in his eyes, but that's just the backstory, and no one has ever dared to speak to him so.

The previous few brief encounters did not leave any impression on Ling Lang, but after knowing the identity of the other party, Ling Lang finally remembered why he felt familiar, because he looks similar to someone, and his eyebrows are all molds. Carved out.

It's just that there is always a mild smile on the face that he usually faces, but this man behaves unscrupulously.

"You are Feng Hao's brother."