The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    Lightning fire.

    Mr. Huo was attacked suddenly, lay quietly on the bed for a while, and sat up on the edge of the bed.

    The captain of the bodyguard was frightened: "Mr. Huo..."

    Huo Lan didn't answer, raised his hand and touched the corner of his lower lip.

    The captain of the bodyguard looked at the small piece of the blue corner of their Mr. Huo's mouth: "..."

    The housekeeper was off work this morning, and when he handed over the safety of Mr. Huo's life and property, he specially instructed him to be more careful in everything.

    There are thousands of calculations, and there is only one move in chess.

    "Should we... let's go tell Mr. Liang?"

    The captain of the bodyguard couldn't hide his remorse: "Just say you have to rest, and ask Mr. Liang not to--"

    Huo Lan: "No need."

    Huo Lan didn't care about the bruises on the corners of his mouth, he glanced at him, and changed his tone to a more severe tone: "Don't go to Mr. Liang."

    The captain of the bodyguard wondered: "Why?"

    "..." Huo Lan's expression darkened, he didn't answer, got up and walked quickly to the window.

    Liang Xiao's movements were very fast, she just jumped up from him two minutes ago, and now she got into the nanny car and ran all the way to the crew.

    Huo Lan lowered his eyes and folded his arms.

    Huo Lan tried his best to recall the feeling just now, and he couldn't help but regret it.

    Liang Xiao entered the door, he was still making up for sleep, and was suddenly woken up by the face, and his mind was awake late, and he could not see the situation clearly.

    When she regained her senses, Liang Xiao had already rolled out of the house and disappeared.

    Huo Lan wanted to make up for the section where Mr. Liang entered the door, watched the nanny car drive away, and was silent for a while: "Who is in charge of the master bedroom?"

    The captain of the bodyguard bites the bullet: "Me."

    Huo Lan asked him: "You——"

    The captain of the bodyguard did not hesitate and replied loudly: "I didn't see it!"

    Huo Lan: “…”

    The captain of the bodyguards understands, strictly protects their personal privacy, and drags a row of bodyguards: "They didn't see anything, did they?"

    The bodyguards were ignorant, and nodded wholeheartedly: "Yes, yes..."

    The captain of the bodyguard is devoted to his duties, and his chest is raised with a straight face.

    Huo Lan glanced at the group of people, and was silent for a while: "Call out the surveillance."

    The captain of the bodyguard said that they were really thoughtful, and shook his head repeatedly, explaining: "Don't worry, there is no monitoring in the bedroom."

    The bedroom is a private area, and the captain of the bodyguard specially brought people to check, and there is no hidden danger of leakage.

    The captain of the bodyguard firmly assured: "There will be no records. If they dare to let them go, we will definitely hold them accountable."

    Huo Lan: “…”

    Huo Lan turned back to the window and tried his best to suppress his temper.

    Huo Lan didn't hold back, and it snowed: "Where's the housekeeper?"

    The captain of the bodyguard is snowing heavily, not sure if they are always angry or happy, Nane: "Not yet handed over..."

    Huo Lan: "Let him come after the handover."

    The captain of the bodyguard was stunned: "Do you have anything to do with the housekeeper?"

    The captain of the bodyguard was afraid that Mr. Huo would not understand the details of the division of labor in the team, and explained to him: "The two of us work in shifts in the inner circle, and our responsibilities are the same."

    Captain bodyguard: "If you have something to deal with, you tell me the same-"

    "Tell him." Huo Lan dealt with it, "There will be no need to work shifts in the future."

    "Said not to work in the future."

    Duan Ming put down his mobile phone: "The inner circle is fully handed over to Butler Huo, and the captain of the bodyguard is temporarily suspended. From now on, he will only be responsible for the outer security... What is he doing?"

    Liang Xiao has not yet recovered from the stimulation of the limit of fifty-seven seconds, and raised her head: "Huh?"

    Duan Ming sighed: "It's alright, you can continue to aftertaste."

    Liang Xiao was embarrassed and coughed: "Actually, no."

    "Use." Duan Ming is very familiar with this process: "Anyway, you have to think about Mr. Huo if you have something to do. If you think about it for a minute now, you will be able to get a minute less hot when you go back to the crew."

    The several scenes to be performed today are all exterior scenes, including circus and martial arts, to show the amazing talent of Xiaohou Ye, the sense of youth must not be less, and the body and temperament must be adjusted to be clear enough sharp.

    Duan Ming was afraid that he would think softly again, so he was very tolerant: "Think about it, energy conservation."

    Liang Xiao rubbed her blushing face twice, tried her best to restrain herself, and took the script: "I'm not...I think of Mr. Huo when I have something to do."

    Duan Mingxin: "You are tasting the synopsis and narration."

    Liang Xiao was scolded by him all morning, and became angry: "Is it okay?!"

    "Okay." Duan Ming couldn't help being curious and turned a page of the script, "The script for this scene is written by—"

    Liang Xiao couldn't control it: "The main screenwriter team drafted it, and the second and fourth subgroups refined it..."

    Duan Ming finally understood why Liang Xiao had a hard time on his back, looked at him, and nodded.

    Liang Xiao regained his senses and muttered: "...The first and final review of the three groups passed."

    Duan Ming didn't say much, patted him on the shoulder and stuffed the script back into Liang Xiao's arms.

    Duan Ming sent a text message and asked the assistant to follow the team to buy highlighter pens.

    Although I accidentally memorized a lot of useless content, but reading the script and reciting the whole text is still very helpful for entering the state and grasping the role.

    Waiting for the staff to set up the scene of the Spring Festival of the Imperial Army, Liang Xiao came back with makeup and tried the long shot of Xiaohou Ye practicing gun first.

    I can't wait for Director Jin to talk about the drama, and I have a vague feeling.

    "Beautiful!"

    The production director was very happy, and chased Jin Zhenpoquan: "I found a treasure this time! His legs can be split on the top of his head! Very straight..."

    Jin Zhenbo has been directing for many years, and he has seen many powerful martial arts. He is not as knowledgeable as the production director, so he pulled over to the monitor to take a look.

    Liang Xiao came over: "Director Jin."

    "It feels too biased." Jin Zhenbo showed no mercy: "I'm not arrogant enough, I just threw the gun to the servants, and I didn't feel arrogant."

    Liang Xiao thought about it and nodded.

    Jin Zhenbo frowned, picking faults frame by frame: "The gun is not tight enough, the strength is floating, the breath is unstable... Have you not done exercise during this time?"

    Jin Zhenbo's tone was stern: "Basic skills can't be lost, do you know what?"

    Liang Xiao's performance was perfect in the eyes of everyone. The director of production watched him being stabbed from head to toe by Director Jin and wanted to speak, but was pulled back by the director.

    Several young actors who played supporting roles were so excited just now that they couldn't help but whisper. Frightened now, almost no one dared to move, and stood in a row beside the side in silence.

    Liang Xiaocheng said: "There are numbers."

    "It's not easy to get ahead, don't waste your foundation."

    Jin Zhenbo saw that he had a good attitude, and his tone was a little slow: "God treats you to eat, and you have to keep your rice bowl steady."

    Liang Xiao nodded.

    It was the first time that Duan Ming saw him being trained like this. Although he knew that Director Jin had high standards and strict requirements, he couldn't help frowning.

      Not good, physical fitness will inevitably follow the slide.

    Not bad attitude.

    Duan Ming was willing to explain for Liang Xiao, hesitated, and whispered: "Jin Dao——"

    "You can rest assured." Liang Xiao smiled and stopped the agent's words, "I will do recovery training when I go back."

    Jin Zhenbo was slightly satisfied and stopped training him: "You joined the group before, and most of the costume crews you worked with were fairy tales, and the martial arts design was more agile and elegant. This time is different."

    Liang Xiao: "Yun Lang is a general who kills on the battlefield."

    Jin Zhenbo was slightly surprised, glanced at him, and nodded: "Huawei is useless on the battlefield, regardless of marksmanship and swordsmanship, they are all ways to kill people."

    "The martial arts will redesign the movements for you. The scene of practicing guns looks ordinary, but it is actually the first scene that implies his general status. The power of the camera language must be sufficient."

    Jin Zhenbo: "In a week, you adjust your physical fitness and grind it out one action at a time."

    Liang Xiao nodded: "Okay."

    The assistant director asked hesitantly: "What about the Spring Festival? The part of breaking the willow and shooting the target is our biggest scene-"

    "The audience likes the handsome plot... The scene is big and the difficulty is not high."

    Jin Zhenbo didn't take it seriously: "My master is to keep an eye on the long-term view, follow the camera and close-up, you can review it, and then give him three shots three times is enough."

    Jin Zhenbo remembered the past and emphasized: "Don't let him look at the monitor, don't let him ask for a reshoot because the bow was not rounded, the fringe was not good-looking, and the horse's hoof took a step less. ."

    Liang Xiao coughed and tried to make up for it: "Jin Dao——"

    "Don't believe anything he says."

     Director Jin is indifferent and sober: "Every assistant director he meets is the best assistant director he has ever seen."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Jin Zhenbo glanced at him indifferently and soberly, and explained that everyone was ready to start shooting. In the past, he exchanged shot styles with the art director.

    The performance of martial arts at the Spring Festival is the first big scene since the crew started.

    Chen Hongwen personally took charge, and according to ancient records, he repeatedly polished the location for half a year.

    The scene of this scene has not yet been activated, and the scene production team is still finishing it at the end. The towering city walls are strictly separated, and the city gates are opened, and the chess and chess are fluttering in the star gate.

    The young actor who followed behind was shocked: "It's really spectacular..."

    "It took a lot of effort to reproduce it according to "Menghualu"."

    The director explained with a smile: "The costume drama complements each other. When the scene is brilliant, the performance of the actors must be more eye-catching, otherwise it will easily become a dazzling skill."

    The assistant director nodded: "Being inside and outside of each other, it's not enough just to be full of flowers."

    The finer the setting, the higher the requirements for the performance of the actors. Jin Zhenbo's requirements for Liang Xiao were so severe that he was not only motivated by his intentions, but also an objective requirement for filming.

    The young actor nodded and couldn't help but sigh: "It's not easy."

    Liang Xiao smiled, took the storyboard handed over by the set manager, scanned it a few times and wrote it down, and walked over with the assistant director.

    Today, I was going to shoot all day in Jinming Pool. The forbidden army was performing martial arts in spring. Yun Lang was driving upstairs in Baojin. , still repeatedly missed.

    The **** chief who accompanied him smiled and smoothed the field, and recommended Mr. Yun Xiaohou to save the siege.

    "Isn't that difficult?"

    The young actors were watching on the sidelines, and their hearts were already suspended just looking at the battle: "So many shots..."

    "Roll, push the rails, shake up and down." Someone on tiptoe looked at the side, and whispered to the others to confirm, "There is also an aerial telephoto."

    The director of production didn't think it was a big deal, so he helped to add: "There are also telescopic lenses, and there are several cameras over there."

    It was the first time for several young actors to see this kind of battle.

    Liang Xiao just got on Weiya, buckled the protective belt, and made a ready gesture to the sidelines.

    The forbidden army cheered up, the drums sounded, and the arrow target was re-arranged with new red tassels.

    The assistant director indicated that the camera was anchored on all sides.

    Little Marquis went downstairs lazily.

    Yun Lang walked carelessly, walked slowly to the last few stairs, raised the corner of his mouth, stepped on his feet, and swept over the royal horse he had just brought.

     Yumas was taken aback: "Sir, you haven't saddled yet—"

    Yun Lang ignored it, copied the auxiliary bow and arrow, rode the horse to draw the bow, and tried it in his hand.

    He was used to using a three-stone hard bow, so he disapproved of such a soft bowstring.

    The eagle bow is full of moon, and the white feather arrow pierces the air, piercing the bright red hairpin.

    The drums were played only once, the feather arrow stuck firmly into the bullseye, the tail of the arrow trembled slightly and the sound was uncertain.

    The emperor was overjoyed, watching from a distance upstairs, he couldn't help but cheer, and all around immediately applauded.

    Yun Lang didn't care at all, and drove his horse straight to Xinliu beside the imperial road.

    The willow branch is much more secure when it is stuck on the ground. The new willows are just budding, swaying unsteadily by the wind, and it is not easy to break them, not to mention the horses are galloping and galloping.

    Yunlang's horse had no saddle and stirrups, and the commander of the Imperial Guard looked terrified, for fear that he would fall off accidentally: "Master Young Master—"

    Yun Lang's body was light and nimble, he turned his wrist around the horse's neck, jumped up, and picked the tenderest willow bud.

    The horse couldn't stop and ran a few steps forward.

    Yun Lang stepped on the willow branch, and with a little help, he landed on the horse's back.

    The sidelines were silent for a while, without the emperor making a sound, the mountains and tsunamis were already surging and cheering.

    …

    Jin Zhenbo said that regardless of him, looking at the monitor, his eyes still couldn't hide his appreciation: "It's over."

    The whole scene was completed in one go. In order to follow the camera from several angles, Liang Xiao ran several times.

    Duan Ming ran over and followed him from the horse.

    Liang Xiao took a breath: "Brother Duan—"

    "Don't talk yet, be calm."

    Duan Ming didn't dare to give him water, so he interrupted Liang Xiao's words.

    Flying everywhere is the ability of Xiaohou Ye, Liang Xiao does not have it, those few shots have to cooperate with Weiya, and it is in a continuous high-speed motion state,

    Liang Xiao has a lot of experience and can avoid the steel wire.

    Duan Ming tore off a few Velcro buttons, took off the Weiya clothes, and couldn't help frowning.

    Liang Xiao used his arm to stand firm, coughed a few times, and looked back.

    When he was dragged to fly just now, he vaguely seemed to see a very familiar figure.

    …but only at a glance.

    Go down and look for it, but you can't find it.

    "Wipe your sweat and don't catch a cold."

    Duan Ming took a thick coat and wrapped it for him: "Does it hurt? Go back and find some medicinal wine and rub it for you..."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "It doesn't matter."

    In the past, the running crew encountered the inferior Weiya team. There were only a few martial arts pulling the wire, and the sky was flying all over the place.

    Liang Xiao thinks that she has been used to too much recently, and even the manager is more worried, and whispers to him: "It's nothing major, just go back and rest for two days."

    Duan Ming glared at him angrily: "There was no big deal there."

    Liang Xiao was wearing protective gear inside, which was soaked with sweat, and there were a few places that were worn on the edge of Weiya's clothes, with a very pale blood color.

    Duan Ming wanted to take a look for him, but it was inconvenient: "Talk to Director Jin and adjust the show?"

    "No need." Liang Xiao shook his head, and couldn't help but glance at it, "In one go, the state is unified."

    The remaining few scenes are nothing more than receiving awards and awards. They are all literary dramas, and they do not consume physical strength.

    Liang Xiao had already memorized it, and looked up while reviewing: "It doesn't matter, I'm not that squeamish..."

    Duan Ming couldn't help it, he followed his direction and tiptoed to look: "What are you looking at?"

    Liang Xiao coughed: "...flower."

    Duan Ming: "Huh?"

    Liang Xiao condemned him: "Brother Duan, you can't abduct me to distract."

    A question mark in Duan Ming's head: "What did I kidnap you for?"

    Liang Xiao split the strings, and was able to maintain the state of the young marquis in the play. The remaining half was hot, and shook his head: "I can't say."

    Meeting at this time is obviously not in line with their contract this morning. With Huo Lan's strict self-restraint, he can't help but appear near the crew, which is already the limit.

    If he didn't fly in the sky, he wouldn't be able to see Huo Lan.

    Not a breach of contract.

    When temporarily marking Mr. Liang, only one hand can hold and the other must be behind his back.

    When kissing Mr. Liang, you can only lift your eyelids up and never go down an inch.

    When Mr. Sun Liang…

    Mr. Liang was frightened by his own imagination.

    Liang Xiao calmed down, got dressed, and followed the assistant director to the next scene.

    The housekeeper looked for Huo Lan for half an hour, rummaging through the entire presidential suite, and finally met someone at the elevator door.

    "Mr. Huo!" The butler was relieved and hurried over, "Where have you been? There are several reports from Star Crown..."

    Huo Lan stood at the door for a while, without answering, took the report and sat at the table.

    The weather was exceptionally sunny, he stood in the sun for a long time, and he still carried the lazy warmth that is rare in winter.

    The housekeeper was about to ask him about the lunch dishes, when he noticed the difference and wondered: "Have you gone out yet?"

    Huo Lan tensed his shoulders: "...morning exercise."

    The butler looked at the time, covered twelve noon on the dial, and nodded hesitantly.

    Mr. Huo didn't sleep well last night, and was woken up by Mr. Liang this morning. After a few hours of sleep, he got up a lot later than usual.

     Mr. Huo had a regular work and rest schedule. After waking up, he couldn't help it. He really wanted to go out for morning exercise.

     Logical flow.

    The housekeeper persuaded himself and changed his mind: "What do you want for breakfast?"

    Huo Lan: “…”

    Huo Lan was silent for a while, and after all, it was difficult to feel at ease, and admitted: "I went to see Mr. Liang."

    The housekeeper was stunned.

    "It's me who violated the contract." Huo Lan said in a deep voice, "Tell Mr. Liang, I-"

    The housekeeper quickly interrupted him: "Mr. Huo, have you seen Mr. Liang?"

    Huo Lan was stunned and frowned: "I see."

    Huo Lan lowered his eyes: "Take a look..."

    After he woke up, he tried several times to concentrate on his work, but he still couldn't help thinking about the morning.

    Huo Lan adjusted the arrangement so that the assistant must wake him up before 6:50 every day in the future, but in the end he was upset, put down his work, and went out for a walk.

    When she calmed down, she walked to the vicinity of the crew.

    The housekeeper was ready to speak, and he was stunned: "Just a glance?"

    Huo Lan looked at the housekeeper, fell silent, and explained in a low voice, "That look was worth it."

     .

    Almost glowing.

    Huo Lan: "Nothing I've ever seen can compare to him."

    The housekeeper was not quite sure how they could see so much in one glance, so he hesitated for a while, but didn't ask what he shouldn't have asked: "Is this glance ... fifty-seven seconds?"

    Huo Lan didn't know what he was talking about: "What fifty-seven seconds?"

    The housekeeper is firm: "You only say whether you have it or not."

    Huo Lan shook his head: "No."

    Liang Xiao was in the sky, if he dragged the wicker and flew for fifty-seven seconds, he might have flown back to the hotel.

    The housekeeper was relieved and helped him analyze: "You and Mr. Liang only stipulated the time, but this morning, Mr. Liang's unilateral action of fifty-seven seconds, you did not have time to cooperate. "

     Butler: "Not only did you not kiss, you didn't even touch Mr. Liang."

    Huo Lan: “…”

    Huo Lan somehow didn't like his statement: "I hugged Mr. Liang."

    The housekeeper pressed step by step: "Have you hugged?"

    Huo Lan didn't want to speak anymore, and kept his mouth shut.

    The housekeeper was not at the scene in the morning, according to the information from the agent, he concluded for him: "Mr. Liang hugged you and kissed you this morning, but you didn't have time to do anything, even Let Mr. Liang get up when he hits you."

    The housekeeper skillfully wiped off a layer of white frost: "So these fifty-seven seconds are equivalent to a complete waste for you."

    "..." Huo Lan didn't want to listen anymore, his face turned cold, and he got up to leave.

    The housekeeper said quickly: "So in principle, you have every right to recover this time from Mr. Liang!"

    Huo Lan was stunned, and frowned at him.

    "Mr. Liang smashed you unilaterally, and you looked at Mr. Liang unilaterally, and it didn't even take fifty-seven seconds."

    The housekeeper dragged him and said firmly: "In this way, Mr. Liang still owes you!"

    Huo Lan was vaguely surrounded by his logic, and instinctively felt that something was wrong, and stopped by the table with a calm expression.

    There can be many means in the mall, but we must keep our promises. Although Huo Lan was just unintentional, but after all, he accidentally breached the contract.

    But... According to the housekeeper, it doesn't seem to make sense.

    Huo Lan stood at the table, his eyes lowered in thought.

    "Mr. Liang still owes you dozens of seconds."

    The housekeeper does not know how this love can talk about this situation of racing against time, but in it, he can only try his best to look ahead: "If you deduct it, you will be at eleven fifty-nine tonight. You can go to see Mr. Liang."

    Huo Lan raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the housekeeper.

    The housekeeper knew the emotions of Mr. Huo very well, so he softened and nodded firmly: "Really."

    Huo Lan really wanted to see Mr. Liang at 11:59. He couldn't help being tempted, nodded, and was completely persuaded by him to sit back at the table.

    The housekeeper settled the most important matter, heaved a sigh of relief, and opened the reports for him.

    Xingguan's work can generally run independently. In addition to major events, there is an additional report to them about Mr. Liang's various arrangements.

    "There will be a dinner next week, which will be an exchange within the circle."

    The housekeeper has read it once and summed up the key points: "The publicity department said that Mr. Liang wants to change his style, and it is very suitable to attend this semi-formal dinner."

    Housekeeper: "The team will come over these two days. When Mr. Liang has time, we will measure the size and order the dress."

    Huo Lan was silent for a while.

    The housekeeper was stunned, thinking he was unwilling: "...Mr. Huo?"

    The housekeeper noticed that he seemed to want to talk, closed his mouth thoughtfully, and waited intently.

    Huo Lan's shoulders were still tense, and after a while, he said, "I know Mr. Liang's size."

    Housekeeper: "…"

    In order to stop him from punishing himself, the butler did not choose to say anything.

    Huo Lan said in a low voice, but when he saw no reaction, he raised his eyes with a sullen expression.

    "Wow!" The housekeeper exclaimed, "Did you measure it while holding Mr. Liang?!"

    Huo Lan's ears turned red, he tried his best to endure, and calmly whispered: "I...touched Mr. Liang."

    Housekeeper: "!"

    "It's true." Huo Lan said, "I couldn't sleep last night. I hugged Mr. Liang and wanted to know if Mr. Liang was feeling better, so I touched him—"

    The housekeeper was a little anxious, skipping the background to explain: "Where have you touched?"

    "..." Huo Lan instinctively felt that this kind of dialogue was a bit strange, but the butler's comments on this morning were too much, and he couldn't help but say a few more words: "Touch everything that should be touched, Liang Sir is very thin."

    Although acting is indeed necessary for the body, it is always not enough. Huo Lan thought about it, and finally worried: "Also transfer the nutritionist team."

    The housekeeper was still shocked in the first half of the sentence: "...Yes."

    In fact, the housekeeper is not very sure about what "should be touched" in the principle of Mr. Huo.

    There are probably shoulders and arms, I don't know if there is a waist.

    The legs may be, but the hips should be fine.

    …the rest are probably not there.

    The housekeeper was also happy and worried: "That's it...Mr. Liang doesn't like having people measure clothes to make clothes."

    Huo Lan frowned: "Why?"

    The housekeeper is editing, how to know why: "I don't know, you also...don't ask Mr. Liang first."

    At least you have to wait for a confession with Mr. Liang before asking.

    Huo Lan's expression darkened and he nodded: "I see."

    Butler: "However, our dresses must also be customized."

    Huo Lan: "Use my designer."

    "Definitely use your designer." The housekeeper nodded, "You have to use Mr. Liang's size."

    Huo Lan was only agitated for a while, so he couldn't help but say this. When he came back to his senses, he felt too frivolous, and said solemnly, "No need to mention this."

    The housekeeper cooperated, and the conversation changed: "Do you know where to measure when making clothes?"

    Huo Lan shook his head.

    Butler: "Bust, Waist, Shoulder, Neck, Legs."

    Huo Lan took the pen: "I know, call them—"

    The housekeeper has a clear conscience: "Hips."

    Huo Lan: “…”

    "The abbreviation is HO." The housekeeper read a standard explanation to him, "When measuring, pay attention to keeping the tape measure horizontal, keep it relaxed, and measure around the fullest part of the buttocks for a week."

    Huo Lan: “…”

     Butler: "Mr. Liang's adjustment of the character is not only beneficial to his own development, but also to the play."

    Huo Lan closed his eyes, difficult: "I-"

    The housekeeper was affectionate and tearful: "Mr. Liang, I really need a dress."