: Act Sixteen Exposure

The moment Ling Lang kissed him, he suddenly realized that it was his first kiss on the screen.
Probably Mr. Mo's advice. In the past ten years, he has appeared in very limited romantic films. The only kissing scenes were shot on loan, so that he did n’t even know if the kiss scene was just a look. Like Feng Hao, stick out your tongue.
Feng Hao's kiss was like the role he played. His lips and tongue were hot and domineering. He kissed Ling Lang's brain almost deprived of oxygen. Ling Lang was quickly brought into the role by Feng Hao. He kissed back unwillingly, and the two kissed unforgettablely. Tumbled, leaving traces of love everywhere on the white sand.
Feng Hao once again took the initiative. He pressed Ling Lang under him, and he didn't know if the crew intentionally designed the clothes so thin. Feng Hao easily tore off the other person's clothes.
"Stop!" Ling Lang pushed him away. "This is the only piece of clothing I have, and you're torn up. Where do I go next to find clothes to change?"
Feng Hao patted his forehead embarrassed, "I was negligent, come back."
The clothing group immediately brought the replacement clothes, and the assistant secretly packed the replaced costumes while people were not paying attention.
"What do you do with that?" The agent noticed a sneaky little gesture from the assistant.
"Such commemorative props will definitely sell a lot of money when they go back to auction on the Internet."
The agent's mouth twitched, "Would you like to ask Ling Lang to sign a name on it?"
"Yell!" The assistant gave a high-five. "And Feng Hao's signature!"
She patted her agent happily, "Thanks for reminding me!"
"Well, let's start again from ... kissing," the director instructed while watching the playback.
Ling Lang couldn't understand, "Why can't you start with the end of the kiss?"
"That kind of lens is incoherent and doesn't look good!"
"It can be later ..."
"Wo is the director," the director interrupted him firmly. "This is the art of Wo!"
The two rolled together again, this time Feng Hao did not use rough means, but gently helped him remove his clothes.
"NONONO! CUTCUTCUT!" The director waved his arms crossly. "This is too passionless and does not meet the mood of the muds who are going to die
love!"
"I definitely wouldn't want to do this when I was dying," Ling Lang said coldly.
The director turned to Feng Hao.
"I'm interested in trying it out," Feng Hao said.
"Mud look at other people's thoughts and consciousness!" The director looked back and taught Ling Lang, "This is the self-cultivation of an excellent actor!"
Ling Lang's face was ugly, Feng Hao shrugged helplessly, "What should I do?"
"You lie, I'll come."
It was another long, selfless kiss, and when the kiss was over, both gasped heavily.
Ling Lang sat up from Feng Hao, took off her shirt and threw it aside, and then leaned down again to bite each other's lips. The two men desperately burned the last passion in their lives. It seemed that they could not wait for a moment.
"Cut--"
"What's the matter!" Ling Lang straightened up and angrily.
The camera scared incoherently, "Yes, yes, yes, a crab, crab, crab, into the lens, head."
Feng Haoxing sang out, and the camera snored under Ling Lang's low-temperature gaze.
The two people repeated this paragraph many times, each time for some strange reasons NG, the most bizarre was the assistant director suddenly shouted-someone pulled bird droppings on my head, so the whole Come.
Once stopped, Ling Lang almost had a murderous heart.
The director looked at the sky, "Let's go here today, and continue tomorrow."
Ling Lang is inexplicable. "It's just noon."
"Yes, but the sun has changed direction. When the mud is standing, the shadow is on the west side, and the shadow is on the east side after falling down? This is unscientific."
"How could an audience notice so much?"
"Women should be rigorous in making movies."
"Strictly we shouldn't take this one now."
"In the rigorous Zhongwo, they still have to sublime."
"Sublime regardless of where the sun is."
"Shh-" The director compared his index finger to his mouth, then closed his eyes, opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if drawing the essence of the sun and the moon.
For a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, "This is the art of Wo."
Ling Langyin sat on the side of the field with a face, someone quietly approached from behind him, and quickly kissed him like a dragonfly on his face.
Ling Lang was shocked. He swept around nervously, confirming that everyone was busy. No one noticed this, and whispered, "Are you crazy? You will be seen."
Feng Hao walked beside him and squatted. "The senior is so nervous that he will be discovered first, instead of I secretly kissing you?"
With his words, Ling Lang's face flickered with an unnatural expression for a moment. If it were not for Feng Hao's reminder, Ling Lang would not have realized his true thoughts.
Feng Hao laughed, "We look like we are cheating."
Ling Lang didn't say a word. Feng Hao secretly held his hand in an inconspicuous place. Ling Lang broke free. Feng Hao held it again. This time, Ling Lang didn't pull out his hands. Can't move.
"Senior, you are very emotional today. Has anything happened?"
Ling Lang avoided his sight and turned to look at the sea.
"A lot of actors will be in the show, this is normal, so many on-screen couples who have finished making love movies will come together," Feng Hao spoke like an expert in this area. "But this love may not last long because they just I'm confused with the characters in the play. "
Feng Hao held his hand tightly again, "I know that the senior is always a person who is very engaged in acting, but I believe that the senior will not handle it so sloppy in terms of emotions. It is a good excuse to enter the drama, but you are sure Do you deceive yourself like this? "
Ling Lang closed his eyes. Feng Hao always seemed to have mind reading before him. He was like a man who had known him for many years. Even the deepest secrets in his heart could not escape his eyes.
He acknowledged that the scene in the genius scene had caused him extraordinary feelings, and he also tried to convince himself with the drama and convince himself that it was only the character's feelings, not his own thoughts on Feng Hao.
But in the blink of an eye, Feng Hao smashed this illusion, making everything he dare not face, his true emotions, his special orientation, all barely laid on the beach, letting the sun at noon Vertical illumination.
When a crab hit this, none of the attentive two people noticed the abnormality. The paparazzi observed the situation here with a telescope a few hundred meters away and pressed the remote control. The pinhole camera attached to the crab began to work.
Installing cameras and cameras on animals has been widely used by biological researchers and animal photographers. It can be applied to the field of celebrity candid photos or is the first person in history, but this kind of shooting is more like gambling, and obviously paparazzi has good luck.
The phone on the editor's desk rang that afternoon. It was the overseas call from the paparazzi.
"Leave the front page for me tomorrow," he flipped through the phone, flipping through the results of today, and the radian of the corner of his mouth represented his good mood at the moment.
The editor's eyes lit up immediately, "Did you catch a big fish?"
"It's tender and plump," the paparazzi laughed. "I'm probably working overtime tonight."
The print volume of the newspaper has doubled, but it was sold out early in the morning. It was as if a heavy bomb had been dropped on the land. It soon spread to the island. The newspaper was sent by fax. Before seeing the headline for a moment, the agent almost stumbled on myocardial infarction.
He was too lazy to knock on Linglang's door again, and went straight to 1606. When Feng Hao opened the door, Linglang just came out of the bathroom, and the agent was blinded by the two of them.
"You ... you ... you ... heartbroken!" The agent patted the faxed newspaper on Feng Hao. "If you look at you, you will sooner or later have a fire!"
Feng Hao looked down, and the front page ’s striking headline—The Emperor Ling Lang ’s shocking romance was exposed. The picture below is a snap shot of Feng Hao stealing a kiss at the seaside, just like posing in front of his eyes.
Feng Hao was surprised and compared. "This machine ..."
Ling Lang also walked up to him to see, "It could only be on the ground."
"Buried in the sand? This is unrealistic."
The broker couldn't stand, "Can you two discuss technical issues now? I warned you not to be careless, and for ten years ..."
Feng Hao turned to Ling Lang and said, "What do you think, senior?"
The agent was angry. "You can't let me finish it once!"
Ling Lang lowered his eyes for a moment to think, without squeaking, but the agent coughed exaggeratedly.
"It looks like the raw rice is cooked this time," Feng Hao looked helpless.
"Hey! I'm still there!"
"It's better to take this opportunity to make my romance with the seniors public," Feng Hao said sincerely.
"Don't ignore my existence !!!"
The agent's cell phone rang and he picked it up angrily.
"That's all talked by the media."
"I don't admit it!"
"What? Come over?"
He stared at Ling Lang with your good-looking eyes, "Well, I know."
"The company has sent someone over, and it will be tomorrow," he snapped up the phone. "You two have a whole day to discuss how this matter will work out!"
Today, Ling Lang is a veritable artist of Ye's Entertainment. The company's senior management attaches great importance to this matter and sends a manager to personally ask about it.
The manager and secretary, Feng Hao and Ling Lang, both agents, sat down to discuss the next strategy.
The manager had an original newspaper in front of him. "This time the photos were taken too clearly and in large quantities, and the evidence is conclusive, I'm afraid it will be difficult to overturn."
"Why not overturn?" Ling Lang's agent was the most excited. "Like this, it can be said that the shooting angle caused ambiguity. The label on the clothes can be inferred that the hotel is wrong. This, this," he used. Fingers repeatedly poke at the photo on the front page, "This can be interpreted as whispering!"
"Impossible," the secretary motioned him to the next scene of the same scene. "Here the hands are held together and enlarged with a red circle. You don't need to hold hands to say a whisper."
The agent immediately turned his head to look at Feng Hao with a murderous vision, and Feng Hao shrugged innocently.
"Now the society is relatively open. Artists boldly acknowledge their own sexuality, and may not necessarily be discriminated against, and may also attract more groups and young female fans," the secretary suggested.
"No!" The agent rebuffed, "Of course it doesn't matter to Feng Hao. His fan base is not large originally, and most of them are little girls. The scandal like this is good for him but not harmful. . "
"But what about Ling Lang? Most of the fixed fans that Ling Lang has accumulated over the years are mostly older adults. Some of his ideas are still very conservative. His image in the circle has always been a model of cleanliness. If he comes out openly, These fans will definitely turn black! "
"Ling Lang will inevitably lose a certain number of fans, but at the same time will also harvest a large number of new fans, the number may not be less than the lost," the secretary retorted.
"But the old fans focus on his acting skills, the new fans only care about his gossip, those are not called true love fans at all!" The agent danced excitedly, "they don't have any loyalty at all, if one day they Outrage, these fans will step on even more than anyone else! "
The secretary looked at the manager, and the manager cleared his throat. "You are very reasonable in the analysis, but at present, the company is in a difficult position. Our internal opinion is to let the two temporarily choose the default. This news is a double-edged sword. , For now, it ’s really a good publicity stunt for this upcoming video. "
The agent had nothing to say. He pushed the agent who pushed Feng Hao and wanted him to come out and say a few words, but Feng Hao's agent was a decoration. He usually listened to Feng Hao at this critical moment. It is even more impossible to succeed.
"I and I have no opinion, they all listen to Feng Hao," he threw the decision right to Feng Hao.
Feng Hao, who had been silent, spoke, and when he spoke, he was facing Ling Lang's agent, "I understand your concerns, and frankly, what you worry about is exactly why I have been hesitant, but I I don't agree with the hypothesis that you will fall out one day, because that hypothesis cannot be true. "
He set his sights on Ling Lang. "The reason why I don't make it public is that I don't care about the thoughts of seniors."
"As long as the senior disagrees, even if everyone insists that I am lying, I will deny it."
"But as long as I learn a word, I can also hold a press conference in the next second to show my heart in front of people all over the world."
As soon as Feng Hao's words came out, the audience was quiet, and everyone looked at Ling Lang in unison, waiting patiently for the opinion of the last party.
After a period of silence, Ling Lang said quietly, "I have no opinion."