The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    The housekeeper has been with the Huo family for more than 30 years.

    Stay safe and loyal.

    I am used to wind and waves.

    Finally, I was completely aroused by the almost unsolvable problem in front of me.

    The captain of the bodyguard was still rummaging through his past memories in a daze.

    Liang Xiao put down the script and exhaled again.

    Jiang Pingchao rarely got his turn for a beat-up scene, and he was taking shots frame by frame with Wu Zhi, and the shooting time was longer than expected.

    There are two more games to come, and it is not yet his turn.

    "What's wrong?"

    Duan Ming insulted him, and couldn't help but care: "Still out of breath?"

    Liang Xiao has chest tightness when it is cloudy, and is shorter than usual. Duan Ming got used to it, looked at the set, and tried his best to find opportunities for him to be lazy: "Go back to the lounge first, I'll watch here, I'll call you when I'm done..."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "No."

    Duan Ming was a little suspicious: "What's the matter?"

    Liang Xiao shook his head and looked towards the studio.

    From the rest room, he always felt that his chest was blocked.

    What the butler said was brief, and he only talked about the past in a few words, and did not go into details.

    … Regardless of this, Liang Xiao couldn't understand why Huo Lan was not liked by his family.

    Although he is now cold and withdrawn and cold, and also lights up the traditional money-making skills of domineering presidents, he can occasionally inadvertently see what Huo Lan was like when he was a teenager.

    Seriously upright until a little stubborn.

    It looks reticent, but as long as someone is kidnapped by her side, it's not that she doesn't want to speak.

    Duan Ming was standing beside him, really worried: "Is it cold?"

    "It's alright." Liang Xiao shook his head quickly, "Brother Duan, are you here yet?"

    Duan Ming glanced at the studio and sighed: "It's early."

      You can see it with a little care.

    Liang Xiao was in charge of filming, and Duan Ming, the agent, followed, so naturally, he had to write down these to prepare for future cooperation and intersection.

    Have been vomiting blood and being beaten for more than half a month. Jiang Pingchao rarely beats someone once.

    Jiang Pingchao has his own studio since his debut, and he has never even suffered from the anger of the brokerage company.

    Director Song opened one eye and closed the other, and acquiesced to him to go over and over again to grind this martial arts scene that could produce a separate promotional video.

    Liang Xiao listened to Duan Ming's general explanation, nodded and looked at the studio.

    He heard Su Man mention that Jiang Pingchao not only has a good family background, but his elders are also insiders. Both parents are popular actors, and they were directly recommended for their debut. The first work was the award-winning big-budget movie male number one.

    Jiang's father took a bunch of old friends to make a match in the movie, and Jiang's mother was uncharacteristically for a while. She received many variety show interviews and tried her best to promote her son everywhere.

    In addition, the quality of the film is really excellent, and it exploded into the sky as soon as it was released.

     Debut is the pinnacle.

    Duan Ming sighed: "People are better than people..."

    Liang Xiao nodded.

    “…what do you nod?”

    Duan Ming glanced at him: "You started from scratch, you have a long gestation period, and you are better than him sooner or later."

    Liang Xiao never knew where he and his assistant's inexplicable confidence in him came from, and smiled when he heard the words: "It's not me."

    He was thinking about Huo Lan.

    Juvenile Huo Lan's temper may not get along well with his peers, but he should definitely be the type that elders like the most.

     Obedient, sensible and calm.

    No trouble, no trouble, study and work hard.

    Liang Xiao thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure out why Huo Lan's parents didn't like little Huo Lan.

    It's not because Xiao Huolan doesn't understand the specific meaning of various emojis.

    …that's too strict.

    Liang Xiao pressed his forehead, overturned his own thinking, and decided to talk to the housekeeper when he had time.

    Jiang Pingchao worked slowly for a long time in a scene, and finished work in the afternoon.

    Yun Lian's scene was in the daytime, it couldn't be filmed without natural light, so it had to be moved to the next day to make up.

    Liang Xiao put on makeup and waited for a day, the assistant director in charge of coordinating the show was disheartened and ran over to apologize to him: "It's too late..."

    "It doesn't matter." Liang Xiao smiled, "You guys are also nervous."

    The studio is most prone to emergencies. It is normal for a scene to grind for a few days. This kind of thing happens from time to time.

    The time for the crew to move has been set, and it will not be delayed for a few days. The progress is stuck and cannot move. The most anxious thing is the director and producer.

    Liang Xiao didn't care, stood up in the military coat that Duan Ming forcibly stuffed him, ready to remove makeup and change clothes.

    Just took two steps and was stopped back to the sidelines.

    The assistant director snorted for a long time, biting his head: "...Yes."

    Liang Xiao did not keep up: "What?"

    Associate Director: "We...we're so nervous."

    The assistant director doesn't need to hug, he doesn't mean to be impatient, stumbling: "Director Song said - you have all your makeup and clothes on your body now, why don't you waste it, go to the night show together, let Ask for your wishes."

    Song Dao's original words were not so polite.

    The shooting schedule was originally tight. Director Song and the screenwriter had disagreements on the specific direction of the two episodes for Liang Xiaojia, and they were arguing endlessly.

    I heard the assistant director ask if Liang Xiao should change into a costume and take off her makeup and go back to rest, she broke out on the spot: "I'm all wearing, don't take it off! When is it? It's getting dark! Come on, there's no time to undress him..."

    The screenwriter stopped Director Song's words of wolf and tiger in time.

    Liang Xiao didn't know the details, so he had no problem with the number of scenes, and thought about the rest of the night scenes: "The rainy one?"

    "...Yes." The assistant director breathed a sigh of relief, "It just so happens that both Mr. Su and Mr. Jiang are there, and the sprinkler truck borrowed from the fire department is also there."

    Liang Xiao nodded and roughly recalled the plot.

      I parted hands inexplicably.

    The screenwriter made good use of the scene to set off the atmosphere. Their filming of this film took three days and two rains, and the water sprayer did not drive past.

    Yun Lian has no love line, and is also idle when he is idle. He is in charge of connecting the plot. So far, he has dedicatedly given five umbrellas to the characters of each camp.

    Liang Xiao was actually worried that after the broadcast in the future, the audience would remember his role as a cloud umbrella.

    Mr. Huo's plane will probably be a little later. Liang Xiao calculated the time and said, "I'm going to touch up my makeup."

    The assistant director let out a sigh of relief and left with great gratitude.

    There is no natural light in the night scene, and it is naturally impossible to shoot in darkness. The headlights make it easier to show the details of the face. Liang Xiao's skin condition is flawless, and the makeup artist is still conscientiously re-applied.

    "The two of you stand on the same side, and the camps are opposite."

    Director Song was covered by the screenwriter for a long time, and before his anger subsided, he told Jiang Pingchao and Su Man in a muffled voice: "Although they trust each other, they can't say anything or explain anything."

    Jiang Pingchao delayed the progress, and now his obsession is lifted and he wakes up, and he is also a little embarrassed, and nodded.

    His state was just right for Jing Zhe's psychology at this time. Director Song glanced at him, didn't say much, turned to Liang Xiao who was doing makeup beside him: "You take a walk."

    “…” Liang Xiao: “Okay.”

    Most of the occasions where the character of Yun Lian appears are illogical. The screenwriter probably likes his elusive setting, and he made up his mind to let the audience reach a dead end in each plot. Looking forward to having someone take a walk.

    Song Qigang finished arguing with the screenwriter, and turned over the script with anger: "You saw the two of them, but you didn't go there right away. You didn't say hello to Jingzhe until the heroine left."

    Liang Xiao hesitated for a while: "What kind of mentality did I not go over immediately?"

    He does have an interpretation of the script, but this kind of thing is talked about by thousands of people, and it is not necessarily consistent with the director's expectation of the plot.

    "No mentality." Song Qi: "You just want to watch the quarrel, but unfortunately they didn't fight."

    Liang Xiao: "Oh."

    Liang Xiao flipped through the script and crossed out all the analyzed emotional lines.

    Liang Xiao found his position and closed the script.

    Director Song finished the scene, got up and clapped his hands, and the crew started working again.

    There are three people in a scene, and both of them are emotionally frustrated and exhausted. This kind of state of physical and mental exhaustion after a day of filming is just right.

    The AB group went with Su Manjiang calmly, Liang Xiao adjusted his condition, and took the lonely camera of group D to the street corner.

    The lights were in place, the board in the assistant director's hand was knocked down, and the water sprayer was conscientiously pouring rain all over the sky.

    The role of Yun Lian in this episode was not reflected immediately.

    The male and female protagonists broke up sadly.

    Jing Zhe once suspected that someone secretly intervened to help, but he never found out the clue.

    Song Dao is a straight man of steel. He really can't figure out the logic of Yun Lian's behavior. Before he started the play, he actually asked the screenwriter: "What does he want? Episode two?"

    "He doesn't want anything." The screenwriter is very esoteric, "He is a man without a past, and he is not ready to have a future, and everything he does is just because he wants to do..."

    Song Qigang quarreled with him all afternoon, and before he heard it, he became irritable: "Let him live without a future!"

    The two people have a big disagreement on the ending of Yun Lian. Song Qi insists that brokenness and tragedy are the real core of such characters, but the last scene added by the screenwriter directly reversed the ending.

    The screenwriter patted Director Song on the shoulder: "He has no future, no one is allowed to want him to have it?"

    …

    Liang Xiaogang was jealous of his black and white photos, and he didn't even know that he might have a future: "Do you want to make a second film?"

    "Neither." The director of Group D squatted on the street corner with him, watching the male and female protagonists all over the place with wet and heavy rain, "Just for a moment."

    Liang Xiao's script for the two episodes was how he broke down under torture and became a tragedy. The ending part hasn't been obtained yet, so I couldn't help but feel curious when I heard it.

    "Wait until the storm ends."

    The director of Group D read the script and recited to him in advance: "The war has subsided, the ruins are broken, and the scars are full."

    Liang Xiao thought for a while: "I'm here to ask everyone for an umbrella?"

    “…” Director of Group D: “No.”

    Director of Group D: "Politicians are running and soldiers are healing. The people have lost their hometowns and become refugees, but they are still alive, wandering alive, looking for a place to return."

    "Panoramic shot." The director of Group D said, "The lens swept past, and the clouds were swept away."

    Liang Xiao: "What am I doing?"

    "Nothing was done." The director of Group D shook his head, "You are living a good life."

    Liang Xiao was stunned and said nothing.

    The whole scene was not difficult to shoot.

    The male and female protagonists do not need to be passionate, they part ways with each other quietly and tiredly, and the atmosphere is set off by the conscientiousness of the sprinkler.

    Liang Xiao saw the prompt and turned around the corner.

    Everything that should be made clear has been made clear, Su Man has left, and Jiang Pingchao is standing in the rain, reaching out to touch it.

    Yun Lian came over with an umbrella and passed an umbrella into his palm.

    Jing Zhe was extremely tired and looked like a sleepy beast, looking up with red eyes: "What are you doing here?"

    …

    Liang Xiao's eyes fell on the sidelines, and he was stunned for a moment.

     Mr. Huo's plane flew faster than expected.

    Huo Lan didn't go back to the hotel and came to the studio for some reason. Probably because the filming was in progress, and there was not much movement, just the housekeeper accompanies and communicated quietly with the screenwriter on the sidelines.

    Liang Xiao held up an umbrella, dutifully looking for a close-up for the camera at 45 degrees from the side, and remembered the two episodes Huo Lan managed to win for him.

    The main content of the script is the ending of Yun Lian. To save the protagonist, the protagonist must be completely exposed. Yun Lian cannot escape completely, and he will be tortured and shot to death.

    Two more episodes of the main line, one is to explain to the audience, and the other is to pave the way for him.

    Liang Xiao appreciated it, but when she heard the real version of the ending, she couldn't help but think of the things the butler said.

     Mr. Huo has no relatives by his side.

    My parents died unexpectedly when I was in college, and Huo Lan was probably only an adult at that time.

    The housekeeper said that Mr. Huo didn't doubt or pursue it in order to find someone he could trust. Liang Xiao suddenly felt that it was not that complicated.

    Huo Lan thought very simply.

    The world makes people, and Huo Lan may not be comfortable all these years.

    It was good then, and it is good now.

    He just wants to tell all those who can live well to live well.

    Liang Xiao held the umbrella and felt a pain in her heart.

    The script has been basically finalized. Huo Lan came to the set to have a look. After hearing the screenwriter say it once, he nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

    "It's not hard work." The screenwriter liked this kind of plot very much and shook hands generously, "You may wish to cooperate more in the future."

    Huo Lan thanked him, sent off the screenwriter, and looked towards the shooting area.

    Liang Xiao retired after delivering the umbrella, and the required shots have been shot. Jiang Pingchao was still wandering lost in the rain for a while, the crew was still busy, and several cameras were turning to take pictures.

    The water spray truck is still dedicated to the work, the wind direction has changed, and the vague water mist floats towards the side of the court, and the clothes are wet and cold.

    "Mr. Liang asked about you several times today."

    The housekeeper tried his best to block him, but the effect was limited, and he reported: "I heard that you made the **** soup, Mr. Liang didn't say anything, and drank it all in one sip."

    The housekeeper racked his brains and was lifelike: "There is only a little left, and it is still poured into the thermos..."

    Huo Lan frowned: "Boil one more pot."

    “…” Butler: “Yes.”

    Huo Lan didn't like the taste of **** soup very much. I didn't expect Liang Xiao to like it.

    "You don't need to be a ginger-flavor inhibitor." The housekeeper was weak and quickly stopped, "Mr. Liang...I don't like it that much."

    Huo Lan felt that he was a little weird again, glanced at the housekeeper, and didn't say any more.

    The oil-paper umbrella did not block the rain. Liang Xiao stood in the misty sky for a long time. She was almost soaked and cold. As soon as the field started, she was rushed over and stuffed with a dry towel.

    Liang Xiao wiped the water off her body and glanced at Huo Lan again through the crowd.

    It is also an investor anyway. It is reasonable for Mr. Huo to come to see the work of the crew and inspect the shooting progress.

    The lights are all around the shooting area, the light that escapes is limited, and it seems a little dim here.

    Through the thin mist, Huo Lan cast a particularly faint shadow.

    Liang Xiao couldn't wait, and handed the dry towel to Duan Ming: "Brother Duan, help me get it."

    "...Go back and run hot water, Xiaogong has filled you with a hot water bottle and wrapped you in a quilt to sleep-" Duan Ming didn't take a breath, "What are you doing?"

    Liang Xiao: "Go and go back."

    Duan Ming was in a hurry, "eh" didn't hold anyone, and he sighed: "Sleep and go to the cold and don't catch a cold!"

    Liang Xiao carried the umbrella over, walked out of the crowd, met the butler's surprised and surprised gaze, smiled, and nodded silently.

    The housekeeper was overjoyed and moved to tears: "Mr. Liang..."

    Huo Lan was slightly startled and looked back at Liang Xiao.

    Liang Xiao opened the umbrella and helped him to block the water mist: "Mr. Huo."

    He hadn't changed his clothes yet, his face was cold and pale, Huo Lan glanced at him: "Go back first."

    "No hurry, you have to wait and see if you need to make up the lens."

    Liang Xiao knew that he didn't understand, so he casually found a reason: "Are you coming to the shooting too?"

    Huo Lan didn't know what he was looking for, so after hearing his question, he nodded.

    Liang Xiao smiled: "Then I'll stay with you for a while."

    The housekeeper didn't expect him to cooperate like this, and he almost cried, ran to whisper and urged someone to bring the down jacket and windbreaker.

    Jiang Pingchao's scene was also filmed, and the scene was surrounded by a dozen assistants who were stuffed by his parents in the studio, holding towels and hot water. Seriously.

    Huo Lan didn't know that there was also discriminatory treatment on the set. Thinking of the flimsy towel Liang Xiao received when he left, his eyebrows frowned.

    Liang Xiao saw that he was fascinated by Jiang Pingchao, gave him the umbrella supporting the two of them, and softly explained him: "It's all over."

    Huo Lan was stunned: "What?"

    The water mist was swaying, Liang Xiao looked at him blankly, remembering the story of the housekeeper's story of Xiao Huolan picking up letters in the wind and rain, and his heart hurts again: "Is it raining that much that day?"