: Inside story fifty-nine

"Please wait!"
Ling Lang, who had got up and left, heard such a voice, turned and pointed to the money on the table, signaled that he had paid it.
"Ah, no," said the boss, racking her brains, and when she saw the money, she had an idea. "I haven't got you any money yet."
"No," Ling Lang whispered back to her, turning and trying to leave again.
"No," the boss said in a strong tone. "We don't take tips here."
Ling Lang heard about this, so she had to stay and wait for the boss to find money. The change in the store seemed to be running low, and the other party didn't finish it after waiting for a long time.
"Alright?" Ling Lang asked impatiently.
"Okay," the boss said that she couldn't drag any longer, so she had to take out the change that she had already found, "Is that ..."
Ling Lang stretched out his hand to pick up the money and paused.
"Don't breakfast suit you?"
Seeing that the other person looked up in confusion, the boss lady hurried to the position where Ling Lang had just sat. "Well, I didn't move you at all ..."
"I'm in a hurry."
Ling Lang obviously didn't want to spend too much time with her. Seeing that the other party was going out of the restaurant door, the boss wanted or didn't want to go out, "I'm your fan, can you sign for me?"
As soon as the remarks came out, the boss's wife felt bad things, and the person in front turned around quickly, and the chill in the other's eyes could be felt through the sunglasses.
The few people in the restaurant, hearing the movement, all came to see this side and wondered what was going on.
"I'm in a hurry," Ling Lang refused mercilessly. The boss's wife watched the other party stride out, and hated why her turtle friend hadn't arrived yet.
A whirlwind blew through the restaurant door, and the reporter who hurried in panted and couldn't speak. He turned around like a fox and looked around the restaurant for a few laps. No target was found. He turned to the boss and asked for a "person". Gesture.
The boss lady was also speechless with excitement. She slammed her finger in the direction of the door. The reporter knew and rushed out.
As soon as the sharp-eyed reporter went out, a glimpse of a black figure swept away from the sight of his eyes. If he remembered correctly, the photo sent to him by the boss's wife was that the suspected Ling Lang wore such a black coat.
He rushed forward without thinking, and stopped the other side's door that was about to be buckled in the last second.
"Is it really you ?!" the reporter shouted excitedly, as if the mega news that shocked the city tomorrow has been captured.
Looking at the camera in the other's hand and the reporter's card on his chest, Ling Lang's face sank and he was closing the door, but was stopped by the other.
"Ms. Ling, could you delay a few minutes for a simple interview?"
"I'm fine," Ling Lang said decisively.
"Five minutes, three minutes!"
"inconvenient."
"Have you read the newspaper this morning? Is it true?"
"No comment."
The reporter was killed and refused to give up. "Do you really have anything to do with Mr. Mo?"
This sudden name made Ling Lang frown tightly, his hand was already on the stall, ready to forcibly get rid of the other party's entanglement, and only listened to him asking again:
"Ms. Qiao, who was hidden because of a gossip with you, is holding a press conference. Don't you plan to clarify?"
The reporter's question successfully attracted Ling Lang's attention, "When?"
"Now," the reporter looked at his watch. "It's been half an hour," if he hadn't received a phone call from his boss, he would have been at the reception.
"Location?" Ling Lang asked again.
"Hushuo Hotel."
Ling Lang stepped on the accelerator, and the reporter who was not psychologically prepared took a big leap and quickly released the opponent's door. Ling Lang's car drove forward more than ten meters before stopping, and reached out a hand from the car to buckle the door heavily, and then turned the head in the opposite direction.
The reporter was stupid for a while, then realized that the direction the other party was leaving was exactly the direction that the Hushuo Hotel was located. Then he hurriedly took three steps and made two steps across the ground to rush into his own, stepping on the throttle with Behind Ling Lang.
The front door of the Hushuo Hotel was almost flattened by reporters who heard the wind. The reception had started for more than half an hour. The multifunctional hall was already overcrowded, but people intruded one after another.
On the podium, the heroine who was crying with a pear blossom in spring and rain was telling her miserable experience, and from time to time she couldn't speak due to grief.
"Lang Lang and I met while filming" The Mermaid's Spell ". At that time, he was just a little-known newcomer, but he was able to directly serve as the male No. 1. Although I was surprised, I didn't guess him maliciously, after all There are many good newcomers in the circle, and Ling Lang is indeed a strong one among many newcomers. "
"Lang Lang at the time was not as big as today, because there were so many emotional scenes, and we got to know each other in one or two. We were a couple in the scene, and we became good friends outside the scene. Now think about it I was so simple that time, I thought that good friends wouldn't need to avoid taboos, unexpectedly ... "
Miss Qiao wiped her eyes and said, "The night when" Mermaid "killed the youth, the crew hosted a youth feast. I was overwhelmed and drank a few more drinks with the encouragement of everyone. At that time, my mind was not very clear.
"After the banquet, I heard someone asked Linglang to take me back to the hotel, and then I couldn't remember anything until the next day ..."
The next memories seemed very painful. She bit her lip for a long time before continuing. "The senior management of the company called me over and showed me such a picture."
She actually had to take a photo. The angle and light were a sneak shot. It was a young man who helped her to enter the hotel door. Perhaps she was drunk. Most of her leaned on the other person. Very intimate.
Although more than ten years have passed, the photos have also become old, but the outstanding features can still be identified as Ling Lang who has gone back in time for ten years.
The reporters brought the camera closer to try to give a clearer close-up of the photo. After waiting for a wave of fire, Miss Qiao answered angrily, "This photo, which I have stayed for more than ten years, is the one that was ruined. I have a lifetime. "
Her hands holding the photos were shaking with excitement, "You must be very surprised, why this photo appeared on the desk of the high level without being seen in the newspaper. I was also very weird at that time. I did n’t know until later. Behind one of the protagonists, there is a patron who can only cover the sky in the entertainment industry, and that person, "she gritted her teeth," obviously not me. "
There was an uproar under the stage.
"Yes, just after I thought it was just a normal paparazzi incident and was suppressed by the brokerage company, I was told that all my announcements were temporarily frozen. The original new script was also replaced by an actress. I actually So, because of a false photo taken out of context, it was hidden by the brokerage company. "
"I have a five-year contract with the company. If I stay in the company, there is no chance at all, but if I terminate the contract and face a high liquidation penalty, I have no money and can only use the actress's most precious years . Five years later, I found that I was wrong again, so ridiculously wrong, no brokerage company would sign me again, no youth, no popularity, no backstage. My acting career was originally on the day when Mermaid was killed. It's over. "
She said more and more excited, she could no longer control herself. "The biggest mistake I made in my life was to get involved with the man in the photo. If I knew that he was Mr. Mo's person in the morning, even if it gave me a hundred guts, Don't dare approach him. "
"For so many years, I watched him step by step from an obscure newcomer to the throne of the Emperor. His gossip never appeared on the gossip version. Do you really think he is clean? How naive! My hand The photo above is a living example. You can only see this one. Where you can't see it, I don't know how many of these photos have been strangled in the camera of reporter friends! "
"I don't think you know. When Ling Lang first debuted, he used to intentionally hurt someone and went to the detention center. Such a terrible incident was also covered up lightly by his supporters. Even the law can play with it. People, what else can't be done? "
"Ling Lang donates money to the Mo's Charity Fund every year. For this reason, he has also been blocked as a charity ambassador for the entertainment industry. But the truth? It's just holding this person's money and donating it to this person! Those who were inspired by him to the foundation Fans of donations, I dare not say whether your hard-earned money was sent to those who really need it, or has become the capital of some people who are drunk!
Miss Qiao said rightly, "I dare to say all these things today, just to expose your noble and glorious true face in front of everyone, so that the majority of fans will no longer be deceived by your appearance. Get justice for my youth, buried for so many years! "
"This gentleman, do you have any documents?" Ling Lang was blocked by the responsible security guards at the entrance of the venue. For so many years, others have been waiting for him to attend, but it was the first time that he was rejected because he had no documents.
The reporter who hurried to see this scene, quickly stepped forward to show his press card, "He came with me."
The security guard refused solemnly. "The reception is full, people with documents can go in, and people who don't stay."
"Come on, please," the reporter begged.
"No, no, just hurry if you want to go in, or leave," the security guard has begun to wave.
"Let me in."
"No one said ..." As soon as the security guard looked up, he consciously returned to his throat in the second sentence. The person in front of him took off his sunglasses. Isn't anyone else?
The security guard was still in a daze. Ling Lang had stepped around him and walked towards the venue early, followed by the reporter holding the camera.
The multifunctional hall was crowded with people, and the crowd was blocking the way.
Seeing this, the wit reporter quickly rushed to Ling Lang in front of a lunge and called out loudly: "Borrowed!"
His voice was soon annihilated in the crowd, no one ignored it, he had no choice but to raise the volume one more step, "borrowed!"
This time, someone finally responded. It seemed that the original intention of the person was just to yell back at him and say, "What ?!", but after seeing the person standing behind the reporter, he automatically changed to "Ling Lang!"
His voice was much more penetrating than the reporter's voice. All the people in the venue suddenly looked back in this direction, all eyes were tightly focused on one point.
The highly-respected journalist, albeit indirect, a sense of mission emerged at this time. He vigorously turned away the people in front, "Let's do it!"
Everyone really did not expect Ling Lang to take the initiative to appear at the scene. When hearing this, the body responded one step ahead of the brain, and gave way to Ling Lang in the open way of the reporter.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ling Lang walked step by step toward the podium, without any chaotic steps, just as he walked countlessly in the public's focus without squinting.
Miss Qiao saw Ling Lang getting closer and closer, and a moment of panic flashed in her eyes, but it was fleeting. She straightened her spine and posed an attitude of fearlessness, an incarnation of justice.
Ling Lang did not respond to her apparent demonstration until he reached the empty seat on the rostrum and sat down, and his eyes never fell on her.
As soon as he was seated, a sharp tingling came from his stomach. Ling Lang closed his eyes and tried to control his expression. When the pain passed, he opened his eyes slowly.
What greeted me were dense heads, longing faces, and flashing lights woven into the net. When he first became famous, he felt blinded for five minutes while standing under the flash. Now that the number of flashes has doubled, he doesn't even have to blink his eyes.
In the sound of a shutter, Ling Lang slowly opened his mouth. "I am here today to clarify some rumors that have caused a bad influence and not just me."
"I swear here, every word that I will say next is a fact. If there is a false statement, I will quit the showbiz circle and stop my life."
His expression was solemn, his words uttered ground, and a power was hidden in his body, making it impossible for him to question his words.
"Can I ask you a few questions first?" A reporter raised his hand to ask.
Ling Lang nodded.
"Can you guarantee that every question is answered truthfully?"
This time Ling Lang said, "Yes."
With the assurance from Ling Lang, the reporter asked straightforwardly, "Is it true that the newspaper said that you have entered the detention center because of intentional injury?"
"Yes."
"You used to send Miss Qiao back to the hotel late at night and was photographed by a paparazzi. Is this true?"
"Yes."
The reporter did two sets of pavements, and could not help throwing a third highlight. "After your debut, Mr. Mo, Chairman and Founder of the Mohs Foundation, has been rumored to have nurtured you for a long time. Is this true ? "
Ling Lang was waiting to answer. The familiar tingling sensation swept his brain again, and he had to close his eyes again and breathe deeply three times before slowly suppressing that feeling.
Opening his eyes again, the subconscious drove him to look in the direction of the door. This look, Feng Hao was seen.
Feng Hao stood there, staring at him intently. The two looked at each other across the crowd. Ling Lang had completely forgotten where he was.
The reporter thought that Ling Lang hadn't heard it clearly, and repeated his own question one word at a time, and bit the word "raising" with special emphasis.
Ling Lang's eyes still have not shifted. It seems that he and Feng Hao are left in the entire hall. The answer to the question rolled a few times in his throat, but he didn't say anything.
The reporter was impatient, and urged for the third time, "Please answer positively."
Ling Lang seemed to be staring for a century, and a century later, all the people present heard his answer clearly.
"Yes."