MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Scene 19 breath

Feng Hao touched his head with satisfaction, approving, "You are learning faster than I imagined."

"I'll prepare dinner. You can do whatever you want, if there is nothing to do," he pointed to the doorway, "wait there for me."

Ling Lang thought about it, and finally adopted the second opinion, staying at the kitchen door waiting for Feng Hao to prepare dinner.

Feng Hao's knuckles are slender, and he holds the knife to look extraordinarily elegant. When looking at it, Ling Langguang will remember what these hands have done to himself.

As soon as Feng Hao raised his eyes, he could see Ling Lang waiting at the door, seeing that the other person was staring at him, smiling at him, and then cutting his head.

This meaningful smile made Ling Lang inexplicably blushing. He didn't look too embarrassed, but he couldn't help but floated back after a long time.

Feng Hao took the washed vegetables out of the water. "Do you eat all the onions, **** and garlic? What about parsley?"

"I can't eat chocolate."

Feng Hao nodded, "I made a note of it."

Ling Lang looked quietly for a while, and found that Feng Hao was very Western in both the cooking and the ingredients, which reminded him of the row of foreign papers on the bookshelf of the other party.

"Have you stayed abroad?"

Feng Hao seemed to be surprised that Ling Lang would take the initiative to find a topic to chat with, "Well, it was always before. When you first met me, I just returned home shortly after."

"Training abroad?"

Feng Hao Waner, "Running for the economy."

Ling Lang remembered that Feng Hao once said that he would take care of the family business.

Feng Hao's tone was very relaxed. "I owed people a lot of money before and had to make money to pay off my debts."

Seeing Ling Lang's anxiety on his face, he added with a smile, "But fortunately, it has been paid off."

Ling Lang looked around and felt that he was more worried. People who can live in this kind of house do not look like they are plagued by debt.

"What money do you owe? Usury?" He asked casually.

"Haha," Feng Hao laughed. "Anyway, the interest is not low anyway."

"Why borrow money?"

"Because ..." Feng Hao turned the steak over. "Protect those you want to protect."

"What?" Ling lang was on, Ling Lang didn't hear.

"How well do you want the steak? Seven points are all right?" Feng Hao changed the subject quietly.

"Oh, yes."

Feng Hao turned off the fire. "Okay."

He brought the plate to the restaurant. "Is it cold on the ground?"

Ling Lang had just stood up, his feet were a little bit numb, "It's fine."

"Next time you can get a cushion," he suggested thoughtfully.

Feng Hao did not exaggerate, his cooking is very good, at least better than Ling Lang.

Both people were quiet when they ate, no one spoke, and even the sound of the cutlery was very low.

Until dinner was over, Ling Lang asked Feng Hao his doubts.

"Why did you let me eat at the table?"

Feng Hao could not help but "I'm not that extreme. Most of the time, I want you to be personal."

"As for the rest of the time," he started to clean up the tableware used on the table. "That's just some fun embellishment."

This time Ling Lang didn't consciously intervene. When Feng Hao washes dishes in the kitchen, he went to the living room.

There are a lot of discs in Feng Hao ’s home. He discovered this last time, but did n’t have a chance to take a closer look. Now he flips one by one and finds that Feng Hao ’s taste of watching movies is very similar to himself, as long as it is a movie he likes. , Feng Hao will most likely have, there are many he has not seen.

He turned it over and found his favorite movie. He had watched this movie many times, but he was still not bored. He put the disc in the player and jumped directly to the back with the remote control. The high tide part starts to look.

When Feng Hao finished packing, he found that Ling Lang was watching "The Lovers Underfoot" intently. On the TV, after the two were sent to the hospital in a car accident, Ling Daoyu buried his head on the back of Qi Dong's hand and cried.

Feng Hao sat quietly next to Ling Lang, and Ling Lang, who was so devoted, didn't seem to notice it. The two watched the end of the film together, and it wasn't until the subtitles appeared that Ling Lang realized that there was one more person around him.

"Are you so serious about everything you do?" Feng Hao thought funny.

Ling Lang has been used to it for so many years, and he is not really used to having a second person in his family.

He got up to rewind the disc, and behind him came Feng Hao's voice, "Do you like this movie?"

"Well," Ling Lang carefully put the disc back in. "Unfortunately, once it was shot, it was banned from broadcasting in China."

"It's inevitable that this kind of **** will be banned."

Ling Lang scanned the cover of the CD and saw a familiar name. "It turned out that this is also a work that is easy to write. The script he wrote for others is so good. What gives me is Sansu plus dog blood."

"Don't say that," Feng Hao Waner, "that script is too niche, there is no market."

"I didn't film for the box office," Ling Lang put the disc back in place.

Feng Hao smiled and declined to comment. There was a strange song in the bedroom. Feng Hao was the first to hear, "What is it?"

Ling Lang listened carefully, "It's my phone."

There was a thundering agent on the other end of the phone. "My ancestor, don't you say it's OK and don't take the initiative to admit it? What's the mess with you again? I'm going to get my phone out tonight!"

Ling Lang didn't understand, "What happened to me?"

"You have nothing to repost what Weibo? Do you still think that Xiu En's show is not enough? Don't you think your flash is not shiny enough? You shouldn't have given your account number and password to you if you knew it!"

Ling Lang couldn't understand what he was talking about. Feng Hao answered the phone and heard two sentences. He said to the other side, "I know," and then hung up.

"What?" Ling Lang asked.

"You are on Weibo today."

"Ok."

"Reposted my Weibo?"

"Ok?"

Looking at him as if expressionless but in fact dazed, Feng Hao couldn't help but poke him and kissed him on the forehead. "You can mix in the entertainment circle to this day without a hitch, someone must have protected you well. "

He came to the study, Ling Lang's account was still logged in, Feng Hao entered his homepage, and it turned out that the latest Weibo was no longer "landed".

——Lang Lang: Reposted Weibo // Feng Hao: Today the number of fans broke millions, but I guess most of them are zombies (grief). Children who are not zombies, please move your finger and forward to prove that you love me (love you).

Feng Hao laughed. "Should I go back and say I love you too?"

He glanced at the terrible reposted number in the lower right corner, "Log in to my account now and you will be stuck with Aite News."

Ling Lang has been standing behind him, still calm and faint in appearance, "Is there anything wrong?"

"No, you turned very well," Feng Hao dragged down the webpage quickly. "This seems to be your only repost, I'm really honored."

Feng Hao closed the browser, "Let's go, I'll take a bath for you."

This is not the first time Feng Hao has bathed him, and Ling Lang no longer feels as embarrassed as at the beginning. Feng Hao is always neatly dressed no matter where he goes, even the cuffs rolled up when bathing him are meticulous. .

"What do you do if you take care of me like this and lose my ability to take care of yourself?" Ling Lang asked Feng Hao, who was wiping her hair with a bath towel in the mirror.

Feng Hao also looked at him through the mirror. "Then I will take care of you forever."

After taking a bath, Feng Hao put on a collar for Ling Lang as usual, and confirmed that the tightness was appropriate before letting him go to bed. Ling Lang thought he would do something for himself, but Feng Hao unexpectedly did nothing.

Ling Lang was held in his arms by the other side, listening to his even heartbeat, he fell asleep without knowing it, and had no dreams overnight, when he woke up again the next morning.

Feng Hao was still asleep, Ling Lang paused for a moment against his angular face, suddenly thinking of something, and carefully stepped off the bed.

Feeling the bed collapsed, and then sinking, Feng Hao woke up and saw Ling Lang appear with the newspaper in front of him. He resisted and took the newspaper, and touched the other's head, "Morning."

Ling Lang got back into the bed and lay down next to Feng Hao.

"There is a small cupboard as soon as you enter the door, and there is a piece of velvet in the bottom drawer."

Ling Lang listened carefully.

"You can use it to wrap the newspaper or you will eat lead in your stomach."

He nodded.

It can be seen that there haven't been any big news in the circle recently, the headlines of the entertainment version are still the two of them, and Weibo Xiu'an No. 1 bold font is particularly eye-catching.

The only repost, the only concern, the content of the repost is still so ambiguous, it makes people believe that nothing is difficult between the two, the brokerage company wants them to play side ball, who accidentally hit the home base.

Feng Hao sighed, "Your agent thinks that you can be peaceful without leaving the house, and now it seems that he still looks down on you."

Ling Lang's attention was attracted by another news in the past, "You signed Ye?"

"Ok."

"When?"

"yesterday."

"You said yesterday that a notice is a signing conference?"

"Well, now I am an artist from the same company as you, are you happy senior?"

"Will you be busy in the future?"

Feng Hao laughed, "I will cheek away all the jobs that can be pushed away."

Feng Hao got up and prepared breakfast for the two. He really pushed off his work as he said. He was at home the next day after signing the contract. Ling Lang now knows why Feng Hao's family is spotless, because he only needs to be free. And will clean the room.

"I don't think it is a burden to do housework," Feng Hao carefully cleaned every corner of the room. "On the contrary, it will make me feel calm."

Ling Lang deeply felt this. When he lived alone, he often spent time doing housework. In particular, every time I returned from the crew to the residence, I cleaned the dusty room by myself, and suddenly felt a sense of belonging.

Ling Lang was idle and followed behind Feng Hao—Feng Hao cleaned up the bedroom. He also stayed in the bedroom. Feng Hao cleaned the study. He followed the study. Every time the other party cleaned the room, he stayed at the door waiting for him, as if this. That's all he does.

"If you are bored, you can go online or watch TV," Feng Hao suggested.

Ling Lang shook his head, indicating that he did not want to go, and Feng Hao followed him.

Two people cleaned and one waited. No one spoke. The room was quiet and the air was almost condensed. Instead, a harmonious atmosphere flowed slowly between the two.

Ling Lang's sight always followed Feng Hao, and she was fully absorbed in her heart. After watching for a long time, all the surrounding sounds, smells, and images disappeared. What I heard in the ears, smelled in the nose, and seen in the eyes, only the other person was left, as if there was only one in the world .

Every time Feng Hao made an intentional or unintentional connection with Ling Lang's four eyes, he smiled gently at him. This brief communication also made him blush and ears yesterday, and today he made his heart beat.

Slowly, he found himself starting to expect Feng Hao to notice his existence. All his waiting was for the other party to look at him. This trivial moment was his happiest moment all morning.