MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act 31

In the heavy rain, Ling Lang was fighting with people. In this scene, Ling Lang went to the bar at night and found that he had been selling drugs with his younger brother, and then he was questioned. The younger brother was unhappy, and the two had physical conflict. .

The last line of the play was the younger brother desperately yelling at Lang Lang to vent his dissatisfaction, but no matter how hard he shouted, the director was not satisfied. The two had been fighting in the rain for more than an hour. Until the water in the fire truck was declared empty.

The filming had to be temporarily interrupted. Ling Lang was wearing wet costumes, and the deep night color rendered the temperature lower, and he could only rely on the **** candy water brought by the assistant to drive the cold.

"I'm sorry," the actor who acted as the younger brother came to panic and apologized with fear in the process of waiting. "It's my NG so many times that it hurts you ... A sneeze."

The little brother covered her mouth nervously, and then Ling Lang gave him a faint glance.

"You can't yell because you don't hate me enough."

"Well?" The younger brother could hardly keep up with Ling Lang's thoughts.

"In the subconscious, you still treat me as a respected brother."

"That's why you can't just point your nose at me and scold me."

"In fact, you don't think so anymore."

The younger brother finally realized that Ling Lang was telling him a drama and immediately listened attentively, even the discomfort of wet clothes was temporarily left behind.

"In your mind, I have become the person you hate most."

"In order to achieve the goal, he climbed up to the big brother's bed."

"If you change someone, you probably don't have such a strong mood yet."

"But I'm different. I used to be your big brother and someone you admired."

"How much you worshiped me before, now how much you hate."

The younger brother's look at Ling Lang was transformed from his initial surprise to a bit of hate. The high-wattage white light on the set hit him in the reverse, condensing the scorn and disgust of his face in the shadows.

The waterwheel was back, Ling Lang threw his coat on the chair, and strode away from the younger brother. "Remember your current mood."

The two scuffled again because of excitement, the whole fight was chaotic and no one could prevail.

Finally at a key point, the younger brother pushed desperately to push Ling Lang away, and his voice growled hoarsely at him:

"Why do you care about me? What right do you have to care about me? I am a fan, but at least I make money with my hands. Unlike you, I rely on my ass, and Feng Ye **** in bed. Are you happy? "

A lightning flashed across the sky, clearly reflecting Ling Lang's pale face, both of them stayed still, their brother's shoulders were still violently undulating, but Ling Lang had become a living dead.

The pouring rain poured relentlessly, and the sound of brushing hit the ground, but the surrounding environment seemed so quiet again, and it was so unbearable.

"Thank you for your help! The senior's instructions made me museton!" The younger brother thanked him after Ling Lang. Although everyone said that the film actor iceberg was big, but it was just a rumor. From today, he told himself about this In fact, perhaps Ling Lang is a very kind person in private.

Ling Lang stopped without any warning, and the younger brother almost bumped into it.

"I teach you because I don't want to continue to spend time with you in the rain, other than that, I have no intention of you, don't think too much."

He tossed this sentence coldly and left, the younger brother was poured with cold water, and stood lost, looking at the back of Ling Lang's departure.

Ling Lang came out after changing clothes, and the assistant quickly handed in a pot of **** syrup. Ling Lang unscrewed the lid and saw it was new.

"What about the pot just now?"

"There's not much left, let alone ice."

Ling Lang snapped the lid back. "I don't want to."

"Ah? I made it specially, what if I don't drink it, and I don't like the smell of **** ..." the assistant muttered unhappy.

"Discard it or give it away, as you please."

The assistant complained of waste in his heart. As soon as he turned around, he saw the actor who played the younger brother. The little actor's agent was absent and there was no assistant. There wasn't even a person to take care of him. He was wrapped in a military coat to warm himself.

The assistant's eyes lit up and he had an idea at the pot in his hand.

"Drink," the younger brother suddenly saw an extra kettle in front of him, and looked up in surprise.

"Ginger syrup can drive the cold," the assistant explained with a look of confusion, and explained, "prevent colds."

The younger brother was very moved. He is just a little-known little actor. No one has ever treated him so well.

"Thank you," he thanked the assistant sincerely, and the steam rising from the pot warmed his body and mind.

The assistant patted him on the back with a grin, and neither of them noticed, and there were eyes silently watching it all.

When Ling Lang saw that Jiang Tangshui was successfully delivered to the other hand, he turned around and saw that the agent was standing behind him with a black face and holding his mobile phone in his hand.

Seeing the other side's expression, Ling Lang knew that it must have been Feng Hao. There was no Feng Hao's play these days. The agent saw him stitching and arranged other work for him. The two of them have not even met recently.

"Hey," Ling Lang took the phone and went to nowhere.

"Is it over?" No matter how busy Feng Hao was, he couldn't hear his fatigue.

"Just finished work."

"I just got home ... I'll pick you up?"

Ling Lang looked back and was waiting for his agent, "No, I'll go back in a little while."

The agent sent Ling Lang to the door and left. When Ling Lang opened the door, he found that the room was dark. When he was surprised, the door closed behind him. Then in the dark, Ling Lang felt something cold and sharp. Your throat.

Ling Lang was motionless, and the first thought that came out of her heart was how Feng Hao was, and whether she would be in distress.

A leather-gloved hand covered his mouth, but the other person's purpose was obviously not to prevent him from yelling, because the hand was completely weak, and the index finger was even lingering on Ling Lang's lips.

When Ling Lang realized the intention of the other party, he had secretly made preparations to bite down if the other party came in.

But the master of the hand didn't seem to have the meaning in this respect. He rubbed a few times on his lips, touched his body all the way down, and finally stopped at the waist of Ling Lang's pants.

Staying there for a while, the hand was restless again, and seeing that Ling Lang's forbidden area was about to be invaded.

The moment the other party probed in, Ling Lang closed his eyes, his throat pressed against the blade, and pressed straight up.

Unexpected pain appeared, almost synchronizing with his movements. The dagger evacuated his body without leaving any scars.

The light turned on, Feng Hao went around him, Ling Lang didn't show the slightest expression of anger or complaining, but just said "not fun" calmly.

Feng Hao looked at him carefully. From this man's face, he couldn't see that he was just about to die. He would rather kill himself than let strangers touch him. No wonder he dared to kick President Yi's kick at the beginning of the year. Abandoned.

Feng Hao smiled, "I just want to try to see your ability to protect yourself in times of danger, but your style of being rather jade is not enough to make me feel really mixed."

Ling Lang heard what he said, "Is something wrong?" He thought for a while, "Is it the last time the murderer escaped?"

"Hasn't he escaped long ago?" Feng Hao deliberately pretended not to know.

Ling Lang gazed at him for a moment, lowered his eyes, and said that he would not ask any more. Feng Hao touched his head with satisfaction, "don't worry about unrelated matters."

He made a gesture to Ling Lang, and Ling Lang immediately straightened his knees. Feng Hao took off his gloves and shoved him, and walked to the living room by himself, Ling Lang followed obediently.

"Did you shoot well today?" Feng Hao sat on the sofa, took the gloves over, and Ling Lang consciously stayed on his sheepskin pad.

"Fortunately," he said lightly, avoiding heavy loads, omitting NG in the rain for more than an hour.

Feng Hao nodded, "That's good."

Ling Lang suddenly thought, "In the future, you can call me directly instead of going through a broker every time."

"I don't have your number," Feng Hao smiled. "Have you forgotten, I asked you to call twice and have been rejected. I said I would never ask again."

"My number is……"

"I don't want to," Feng Hao interrupted him.

Ling Lang stopped his mouth immediately, Feng Hao looked at him with a smile, and when this scene appeared last time, Feng Hao asked him to take slippers.

He stared at the other party silently for a moment before suddenly taking a step forward on his knees.

Until the other party untied his belt, Feng Hao did not show the slightest surprise.

Ling Lang carefully held the opponent's split | body in her hand, closed her eyes, and respectfully included it in her mouth.

Feng Hao did not refuse from beginning to end, as if this was what the other party should do.

I can clearly feel that the organs in the mouth are constantly expanding and getting bigger. Linglang swallows with unfamiliar techniques, his teeth bump, and he accidentally scratches the epidermis several times.

He went as deep as possible, letting the front of the split linger around his throat, even though it triggered his urge to retched.

He tried to restrain the soreness of the facial muscles, spit out the excess gas in his mouth, and his warm lips wrapped tightly around the column.

He raised his eyes, his smile disappeared from Feng Hao ’s lips. He sat there calmly and accepted Ling Lang's service for granted. His high cold sight made Ling Lang feel so small from the bottom of his heart that he only deserved to kneel. At the feet of the other person, do everything they can to please the person.

Such cognition made the excitement sweep through his whole body in an instant, and it was clearly a simple effort, but it made him feel the thrill of the soul. He never knew that serving others can also make him feel joy.

He knew that his body must have reacted, but at this moment, he completely ignored his own needs, only to satisfy the person in front of him.

He penetrated Feng Hao's mouth into his mouth again and again, his throat gradually adapted to the invasion of foreign bodies, his teeth no longer touched the places that should not be touched, and his tongue moved flexibly around the depression, every time Don't forget to tease the sensitive bell mouth when you exit.

Feng Hao's expression on his face remained the same until the moment he shot. Ling Lang had suspected that he was cold, but he was still cold in the case of high orgasm.

Ling Lang swallowed the hot liquid in his mouth, carefully arranged his clothes, and Feng Hao instantly returned to a well-dressed gentleman. The only thing that seemed to have never happened.

After finishing all these things, Ling Lang stepped back, watching Feng Hao take out his mobile phone, and briefly pressed on the screen.

Feng Hao showed him the contents of his mobile phone, and the word "Lang Lang" was dangling on the address book, and the number 1 was written solitary in the phone column below.

"Every time you are satisfied with your performance in the future, I will write down a number until I finish it. Is this all right?"

Ling Lang nodded.

Feng Hao reached out his finger and wiped the remaining white liquid in the corner of Ling Lang's mouth into his mouth. "But it won't be so easy next time."

The author has something to say: I have asked to enter V because of more changes before, but I feel that V should have more and more responsibilities after the text, and there is indeed no day to change conditions, so I have been dragging until today, I am really sorry.

However, the crew has returned smoothly, and the two articles will be updated normally in the future. Thank you for your tolerance.

Transcript of the crew's record:

Act 31: The director who wants to make a phone call with [Piao Ah Piao] [Like a water agreement,] [Lonely as snow] [Hua Juan] [Tang Yan] [Deep night sleep] [Sleeve dyed incense] [Cat and meow] [Ath] [Ji] [Ji] (Don't read for life), but is it useful for you to get a 1? The first screenwriter's phone number is also 1. Why no one asks me?

[Muse,] I lost 90 phonebooks to the column, uh ... welcome new cute owner (⊙o⊙)

Is it OK to drop the second digit of the phone number? Ok i haven't figured it out yet (遁