MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act No. 58 Ringtones

Ling Lang slept in a deep sleep, as if the sound of a copper bell was ringing in her ears. Feng Hao really did not let him get out of bed for two days as he said, and the bell rang constantly, starting in reality, then in a dream, and in the end he couldn't tell whether it was reality or dream.

He rolled over and waved his hands impatiently, as if trying to drive the source of his dreams away, but the voice was still intermittently in his ears, and it became clearer and clearer.

Ling Lang struggled to open his eyes, and finally confirmed that the sound was not a dream, but from his own phone on the bedside table not far away. With the familiar copper ringtone, the mobile phone screen also brightened.

He took the phone in confusion, and it showed a completely strange caller—lover.

Ling Lang rubbed his eyes and stared at the two words for three seconds, as if trying to figure out what the two words combined meant. When he was in a daze, it was probably that the phone was unanswered for too long, and the ringtone stopped, but soon the call came across again. This time, Ling Lang pressed the answer button and hesitated to speak.

A more magnetic sound due to the filtering of the current came from the microphone, "Haven't got up yet? My little lazy dog."

Hearing this voice, Ling Lang felt his blood rush to the top of his head, and the drowsiness just evaporated and disappeared.

"What ringtone did you set for me?" Ling Lang suddenly realized Feng Hao's evil intentions and couldn't help laughing.

"Of course it is the ringtone you are most familiar with, don't you like it?" Feng Hao asked with a smile.

Ling Lang rolled over again, "Don't use the conditional reflex training animal on me."

"Dare you say you didn't respond?"

Ling Lang lifted the quilt and glanced at it. Xiao Linglang had consumed too much physical energy in the past 48 hours, and now he was struggling and raised his head again.

"No," Ling Lang said rightly.

"A lie is a puppy," Feng Hao laughed.

"... Wang."

"Who Feng Hao is talking to on the phone, smiling so happily," the assistant came in holding a large stack of CDs, and at first glance saw Feng Hao, leaning against the window, holding his mobile phone with a smile on his face.

The agent glanced towards Feng Hao, "Do you still need to ask?"

"Ah," the assistant said shortly, "I'm sorry I seem to poke you to hurt your father."

The agent pointed at her indignantly, "No more words for me!"

After speaking, he walked towards Feng Hao angrily, and the assistant behind him blinked innocently, "OK ... PAPA."

That box Feng Hao was still chatting with Ling Lang happily.

"What's the name of this contact?" Ling Lang asked.

"I originally wanted to write about the owner, but your phone is often placed with the assistant, and I'm afraid to scare her."

"Are you sure your lover will not scare her?"

"What then? A lover?"

"General Feng?"

"It feels like talking to my elder brother, how about Feng Shao?"

"At first glance, it's the sister-in-law who raises little stars."

"Then ..." Feng Hao was still pondering and was interrupted by the menacing agent.

"Working! I'm still calling! Your salary is deducted!"

Feng Hao glanced silently at the talk time, "I only spoke for ten minutes."

"Ten minutes!" The agent almost jumped up. "Do you know that sometimes what he says to me all day doesn't add up to more than ten minutes!"

Feng Hao suddenly realized that he was "jealous, dad."

"Don't call my dad !!!" The agent frantically said, "You can sign your pile of CDs within half an hour! And you!" He shouted at the phone again. Already working!"

Feng Hao held the phone to his ear helplessly and sighed longly. "You heard that too. I really have Alexander who has such a daddy. Let ’s do this first, and then talk at night."

"Evening?" The opposite was puzzled.

"Want to go to the city next door, you may not be able to go back tonight," Feng Hao answered with regret.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, "OK."

"I have a call."

"Ok."

"Call me when you miss me."

"……Ok."

Feng Hao wanted to make up a farewell kiss, and Yu Guang swept the agent who was about to spit fire, and hung up the phone. Ling Lang looked at the code in the address book for a while, and touched his neck with his left hand before realizing that the collar had been taken down by Feng Hao.

After getting out of bed, he shook uncontrollably, and quickly supported the wall. His legs were not as soft as his own. After taking a shower, his strength returned to his body a little.

The breakfast prepared by Feng Hao still left the temperature. He swept through the day while eating, and as the agent said, the notice was very full. For the next day, he was as rushing as possible. Benxi walked, this feeling of busyness he had not experienced for a long time.

When he got home, it was close to midnight, and he didn't want to do anything except to fall on the bed. After lying down for a while, I suddenly thought of the phone, and found out my mobile phone. There was no missed call from Feng Hao, so I must be very busy over there.

Ling Lang looked at the time, and decided not to disturb, and went to bed in accordance with Feng Hao's rules, until the first rays of the morning awakened him.

The expected copper ringtone didn't ring. Ling Lang picked up the phone and hesitated for a long time. Would you like to dial it? Good morning, until the same copper ringtone came out of the microphone, he realized that he accidentally pressed the dial button when he was in a daze.

Ling Lang stunned for two seconds, and immediately understood what was going on. Feng Hao not only set his ringtone as a copper bell, but even the ringtone he dialed in the past was the same. Feng Hao was able to remind Ling Lang of his identity. In the details, it was a painstaking effort.

He looked at a part of his fatigue that was just showing his spirits, and he didn't know if he should admire Feng Hao's good intentions, or he was worried that this trick really worked for himself.

During his self-contradictory time, the bell rang again and again many times, no one answered at all, and finally transferred to the voicemail.

Ling Lang frowned. It was common for him not to answer the phone when he was working. At this time, the mobile phone would be handed over to the assistant. Even if Feng Hao couldn't pick it up, the assistant would answer it, or would she be frightened by the caller's name?

I don't know how Feng Hao kept it. Like myself, is he a lover?

Ling Lang came to the restaurant after washing, and the deserted table reminded him the fact that Feng Hao did not return.

Since the last episode of filming, he had left a sequelae on his body after over dieting, and he would have a stomachache without breakfast. When Feng Hao was healthy, he got up early every morning to prepare breakfast for him, and even during blindness, he would urge daily.

If as usual, Ling Lang will eat breakfast before going out, but today the rule was broken after he glanced at the time, and he called Feng Hao's phone again before getting on the car, still unattended.

"Welcome," heard the sound of the restaurant door being pushed open. The boss raised her head to say hello. Today, the weather was hazy but the sun was worn, and the head was slightly lowered. Half of her face was hidden.

This time is no longer the peak of breakfast. There are several tables scattered in the restaurant. The man went to the most inconspicuous corner to sit down and ordered a set meal.

The marketing of this restaurant is very good. Combining with everyone's hobbies and interests during breakfast, the owner carefully launched a newspaper delivery service. Ling Lang read the newspaper when he was waiting for the meal.

If it is normal for someone to open the newspaper that morning and see their photos in the most prominent position on the front page, this person is either the head of state or the entertainment star. Today, however, Ling Lang, who is so familiar with his headlines, can no longer be as insulted as usual.

He had seen all kinds of reports about himself, praised, critical, true, fabricated ... but never had an article that made him like a ice cave today.

The gossip's boss is already looking secretly towards the sunglasses man for the third time. He is like an iceberg, exuding a breath of strangeness everywhere, but at the same time he is like a luminous body, letting people hide from him and at the same time Can't help but focus on him.

Breakfast has been served for ten minutes, but the man never meant to eat, and all his attention was on the newspaper in front of him.

The boss was curious about what news was more tempting than her own breakfast. She simply picked up a copy and opened it. The most prominent position was printed with the title of Dou Da-the man behind the iceberg surfaced, and the actor's captive rumor was confirmed. !!

The boss had no time to pay attention to the full version of the typeface, but the picture of the protagonist in the middle caught her's attention—the man was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

No, she turned to deny herself. He is a household name. Of course, she couldn't have never seen it. Even her non-chaser had several DVDs in her house.

But where does this strange familiarity come from? The boss lady suddenly looked up, could it be ...

She suddenly remembered that she had a friend who worked in a newspaper office and called the other person's phone without thinking.

"Hey, what's the matter?" As soon as the phone was connected, a rushing voice came over.

The boss didn't know why she wanted to keep her voice down, "Hey, are you in a newspaper?"

"No, I'm outside."

The boss whispered, "You listen to me ..."

As soon as she said four words, she was hurriedly interrupted by the opposite side, "I have a very important press conference on my side. I will talk about something later."

"Hey, hey?" There was only one busy tone to answer the boss. She looked at the phone that was hung up, lifted her phone unwillingly, took a picture from the most hidden angle and sent it. It didn't take more than three seconds and the phone rang again.

"Where did you take it?" The other's voice couldn't restrain the excitement. "Ah, is it in your shop? Is he going to eat with you, right? Alone? How long have you been? Can you think about it? A way to keep him? "

The boss was frightened by her friend's questioning, and had no time to answer the last one, "I'm a hotel here, not a police station. He can go if he wants to, can I stop it?"

"I'll be right there, try to help me stabilize!" The friend hung up the phone without saying a word. The boss could already foresee someone turning the steering wheel in a hurry.

She glanced into the corner again, whether she could keep that person or not, but how the food on the table was passed, and it is still exactly the same as it was today, without any passiveness.

Ling Lang's third phone call was made to the agent. This time, someone answered it quickly. The background sound was as noisy as he imagined.

"Hey, listen to me. This time the situation is special ... Sorry, we are not going to be interviewed now ... don't worry, we are already trying to solve it ... don't post comments, borrowed, borrowed, please excuse me!"

With a loud closing noise, the noise was blocked out of the door, and the agent breathed a sigh of relief.

“There was a little accident in the plan, but it ’s not that bad. Do n’t worry, you must stay at home today, do n’t go out, all announcements are suspended,” he emphasized three times, even if There is no such thing in his heart that Ling Lang will obediently do what he said.

"Where is Feng Hao?" Ling Lang asked briefly.

The agent didn't expect that his first question turned out to be this, and he didn't respond for a while, "Well?"

"He won't answer my call," Ling Lang explained briefly.

"Maybe you can't get out of here, it's too messy here."

Ling Lang paused. "Did he see the newspaper too?"

"Hmm ..." the agent stood up.

Ling Lang understood the three-pointer right now, "Did you see it?"

The broker held up the amount. This kind of thing can not be explained in a few words, but it is inevitable to think about it without explaining the other party. "It's like this. At midnight yesterday, we learned about this through the newspaper's insider."

He waited for the other party to reply, and continued, "If it used to be, this kind of news would never be seen in the newspaper the next day."

"But this time I don't know who is supporting Hu Yu from the back, ... the pressure over there didn't work," the agent said a word when he said here, but fortunately, Ling Lang didn't ask.

"It's a bit out of control, but we have already figured out how to deal with it." Although I really don't want to help someone, I finally added a gritted tooth, "Don't misunderstand Feng Hao, he didn't mean to not answer your call . "

"Got it."

The call was hung up quickly, and Ling Lang's neat reply made the agent uncertain whether the other party believed him or not.

However, time did not allow him to think about it. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The agent opened the door with the determination to die.