: Act 18 Cohabitation

The last time Ling Lang came to Feng Hao's house, he was empty-handed, but brought another carry-on luggage when he visited again.
After standing at the door for a long time, he didn't go in. Feng Hao stood silently beside him, without asking or urging.
"Last time you asked me at the seaside ..." Ling Lang took the initiative to speak, and Feng Hao listened intently.
"When I was a kid, I was always annoyed by my special inclination. During college, I focused on my studies, and for ten years after that, I ..." He hesitated. "Whether you believe it or not, I didn't believe it in the first half of my life Like anyone, you say you like me, but I don't know what it is ... "
Feng Hao stepped forward and hugged him tenderly, "I believe, I'm also glad that you could take the initiative to tell me this. You are standing here now and telling me your heart, I'm already very relieved."
At the end of a hug, Feng Hao let go, "I can help you identify all your uncertainties; I can wait patiently if you don't understand."
He looked serious, "But I think you must understand that stepping into this door, we will no longer be the relationship in the past, and I think you must also understand that the relationship I want is not just lovers."
Ling Lang stared at him for a long while and nodded solemnly.
Feng Hao bent his lips and reached out to Ling Lang. "Thank you for leaving me with your first step, and I assure you that I will take you away with it."

The agent came to Feng Hao's house for the first time, and he carefully checked every corner of the room.
"Did you find any hidden dangers?" Feng Hao asked with a smile.
"What do these rooms do?" He pointed to the locked doors.
"Just pile up the debris."
The agent saw that Feng Hao laughed like a fox and felt that he was not true, but he couldn't poke him face to face.
He walked to the window and carefully observed any dead corner in the surroundings where he could hide.
"Rest assured, here is closed management, paparazzi can't even enter the main entrance."
The agent did not believe him, "You say the same thing on the island, but the result has not been endured?"
Feng Hao helplessly spread his hands, "It was a moment of negligence, and besides, my relationship with the senior is now semi-public, what's the matter even if it is photographed?"
The agent jumped, "I haven't acknowledged yet! The two of you are just cooperating with the hype right now!"
"Okay," Feng Hao sighed. "Whatever you say is whatever."
The agent was satisfied. "You swiped the card twice when you brought me in?"
"Well, both the main entrance and the entrance to the courtyard need to be swiped to enter."
"Is there a deputy card? Give me one and a spare key."
"No," Feng Hao didn't even use the excuses he didn't have, he refused.
Feng Hao's sharp rejection of Feng Hao's agent glared and said, "I used to have the keys and keys of Ling Lang's house before."
Feng Hao was not affected by him at all, and his smile was as good as ever. "But this is my house."
When Ling Lang came to the living room, he saw two people talking and laughing. If it were a face-to-face confrontation, it seemed that as long as the two met, the situation would inevitably go in this direction.
"Is something wrong?" Ling Lang never said nonsense, as long as she spoke straight into the subject.
The agent gave Feng Hao a glance, and started to explain in a humble manner, "I have fought with the company. During this time, you should still show up in public less. Although the two of you are already ... cooperating with the hype, it is not necessary. It's so high-profile. "
"I have pushed all your propaganda. During this time, you can stay at home with peace of mind, go out as little as possible, and do not contact the media."
Ling Lang didn't like to publicize entertainment at first. The arrangement of the agent was with him. As for Feng Hao, let alone, he was the most satisfied of all the words that the other party said after entering the door.
"Anyway, there hasn't been any suitable script recently, so you should give yourself a bigger picture."
"The senior is very blessed," lamented Feng Hao pretending, "I also want to have leave."
"Let the brokerage company hide you, so that you can take leave every day," the agent deliberately gasped at him.
"It's a pity that I don't have a brokerage company, otherwise I must recommend it to senior management," Feng Hao said with regret, letting the broker get up and down.
"I'm still paying attention to the house. You can't find a suitable one for a while. Don't worry," the agent suddenly thought.
"You don't have to look for it, the senior has decided to live with me for a long time," Feng Hao interjected. "You can pack up what he has left over."
The agent didn't believe what he said, "I know Ling Lang better than you. He has lived alone for so many years and will not be used to living with other people." He turned to Ling Lang and asked, "Did you say?"
Ling Lang didn't raise his eyelids. "Just do what he said."
"I ..." The agent breathed in his throat, unable to get up or down.
The agent had no choice but to stress the issue of security for a long time, so he got up and left.
Feng Hao sent him to the door and handed him a small note by the way.
"What is this?" The agent asked, looking at the numbers on the note.
"The landline in my home, in the future, any problem that can be solved by language, just call this number, you don't have to bother you to run it yourself."
Feng Hao's subtext was obvious, but the agent's lips were drawn. "What is a problem that can be solved by language, I can't send a script contract or something?"
Feng Hao smiled and handed him another note, which seemed to have been prepared.
"What is this again?"
"For home delivery, please make good use of express delivery."
"You ..." The agent was again speechless.
"In short, if not necessary, please try to reduce your time here as much as possible," Feng Hao's tone was polite and sincere, but the content of the speech made people feel uncomfortable.
When the agent heard this, he suddenly wanted to jump, "Why?"
Feng Hao's performance was impeccable, "because this is my home."
He sent the agent away and Feng Hao returned to the living room to bid farewell to Ling Lang.
"I have a notice today, obediently wait for me to come home," he kissed Ling Lang on his face.
Although there was still a moment of unnaturalness, Ling Lang forced himself to try to accept it.
"I'll buy some vegetables and come back at night. What do I like to eat?"
"I'm fine. I'll buy it."
Feng Hao refused with a smile, "I'm afraid you might cause a supermarket entrance
traffic jam."
"I can wear sunglasses or something."
"That's too eye-catching," Feng Hao touched his head, "I'll be fine, I'm not famous without you, I'm not afraid of being recognized."
After Feng Hao left, Ling Lang stayed idly for a while. Feng Hao didn't feel it when he was alone, only to find that the habit developed over the years made him feel helpless after spending a long time in someone else's private space.
He watched TV, but did n’t want to watch the program. He wanted to read books. Feng Hao's bookshelves were filled with English books, and he stayed in the living room. He felt empty around him and returned to the bedroom. The huge photos of himself on the wall let him again. It's hard to look straight.
When he was at home, he used to clean up the room to pass the time, but Feng Hao's house was spotless wherever he went, and he was cleaner than his own room.
He made a few laps in the house. The doors of several rooms that he had not entered before were still locked, and Ling Lang, who had nowhere to go, finally came to the study.
The computer network is connected. Linglang browsed a circle of entertainment news on the Internet. Sure enough, the news of himself and Feng Hao was overwhelming. Most of them were uploaded by paparazzi on the island, and a small part was catching the wind. Guess, after all, this is the first time that Ling Lang's rumor has spread since his debut. All major media have cut their heads and wanted to dig inside.
Ling Lang was not interested in his own news. He thought of the Weibo mentioned in the meeting that day, so he found out the account password from the assistant and logged in.
Feng Hao was indeed the only person on his list of followers. He posted the last Weibo in a concise manner, with only two words, "landing", followed by a pure landscape photo of the airport. There is no back head in the photo. .
Such a simple Weibo has a surprisingly high repost rate. Ling Lang found that Feng Hao's account also reposted this Weibo in the repost. The reposted content was "Why did I feel like landing after blinking for more than ten hours?" ? "Followed by an aggrieved face.
The comments below Weibo are very lively. Some people say that time with their loved ones is like flying away, and some people say they are not in the same place after landing. Why do they feel wronged, and more people simply brush three words— — Together.
Ling Lang clicked into Feng Hao's homepage again. The other person ’s latest Weibo was
Today ’s fans broke a million, but I guess most of them are zombies (grief). Children who are not zombies, please move your fingers and forward to prove that you love me (love you)."
Ling Lang was not very comfortable with the complicated interface of Weibo. He clicked a few times on the page and did not know what operation was mistaken. Before he could take a closer look, he heard the key turning in the door lock.
He lowered his mouse and came to the door. Feng Hao had already opened the door and had a shopping bag in his hand and on the ground.
"Why don't you ring the doorbell?" Ling Lang tried to grab the bag on the ground, but Feng Hao first mentioned it.
"Get used to it," he walked straight to the kitchen with two bags, "I'm not sure of the taste of the senior. I bought a little for each dish, and it seemed like I bought a bit more."
Ling Lang followed Feng Hao empty-handed to the kitchen, watched him put the bag on the cooking table, and took out the same contents.
"Senior seems to like vegetarian food more?" Feng Hao grouped the meat together. "Then I will freeze these first."
Ling Lang reached out to pick it up, but Feng Hao avoided it silently. He had to stand by and watch the other person put the fresh-keeping boxes into the freezer.
"Will you eat potatoes at night?" Feng Hao picked up a potato and asked him with a smile.
Ling Lang wanted to help him wash, but Feng Hao had already turned on the faucet, and Ling Lang wanted to take a knife and peel, but he held his hand, "I'll be fine."
Ling Lang finally couldn't help but say, "I will do these things."
He used to know nothing about this, but his long solitary life has taught him how to take care of his life.
Feng Hao smiled and shook his head. "You don't need to do all these things."
Ling Lang frowned, "I don't want to stay here for white food."
"You really want to do something for me?" Feng Hao asked.
Ling Lang nodded.
Feng Hao smiled so tenderly, "Go get me my slippers."
Ling Lang was set in place, Feng Hao still looked at him with a smile, his eyes were full of pampering, but his tone contained irresistible firmness.
Since the acquaintance, every command of the other person has been understated as a joke, but none of them can make him laugh.
He stared at Feng Hao for a long while, and finally leaned down slowly.
After a while, Ling Lang appeared in the kitchen again. He lowered his head and gently placed the slippers at Feng Hao's feet.