The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

     Mr. Huo came and went in a hurry, hurried back to his side, and kissed a whole candy with Mr. Liang.

    The speed of the car has reached its highest peak ever.

    Huo Lan was stunned, and withdrew his hand.

    "It's too exciting." Liang Xiao's life was hanging in the air, "Let me slow down..."

    Huo Lan lost his self-control when he was emotional, watching Liang Xiao drowsy and struggling to move, clenched his fists and lowered his eyes: "Hold——"

    Liang Xiao took the lead: "Sorry and forget it."

    Huo Lan was interrupted by him, opened his mouth, and fell silent.

    Liang Xiao turned over to herself and coughed twice: "Hold... hold me."

    Huo Lan's eyes moved, he looked up and met Liang Xiao's sight.

    Liang Xiao sacrificed herself, closed her eyes but begged for death,

    Mr. Huo is extremely talented, and until now when he speaks, there is still a cool sweetness in his mouth.

    Liang Xiao couldn't help but sip it carefully, and she regained her senses, and accidentally made herself sweet again.

    Seeing that his heart rate could not be lowered, Huo Lan was worried, he sat up with Liang Xiao in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I'll go out first."

    "No." Liang Xiao reached out and grabbed him, "Tell me something serious."

    Huo Lan asked: "What is the serious business?"

    "Tell me about your work." Liang Xiao thought about it, "Or remind me that the script is not finished."

    Liang Xiao gave two examples himself. After being poured a basin of water on his head, he instantly calmed down a lot: "I may not finish the script..."

    The intimacy didn't last long, and they had strict self-control, but they didn't take up much time. The main reason is that he was sleepy as soon as he came back, and fell asleep until now.

    The lines of ancient costume dramas are no better than modern dramas. Every word may have been carefully considered by the screenwriter. Even if the meaning is similar, it cannot be changed at will.

    Jin Dao's requirement is to include punctuation marks, which must be recited strictly word for word.

    Liang Xiao picked up the script, quickly turned a few pages, looked at the mighty lines, and had difficulty breathing.

    Huo Lan was slightly stunned, watching Liang Xiao tremblingly holding the script with tears in her hands and counting how many lines there are, the bottom of her eyes gradually became soft and warm, she pursed the corner of her mouth lightly, and touched his head.

    Liang Xiao couldn't control it and rubbed his palm.

    …

    Liang Xiao returned to her senses, raised her head, and looked at the little smile in their eyes in disbelief.

    I can't believe they are such people.

    Liang Xiao was heartbroken: "Is this gloating?"

    "No." Huo Lan shook his head, "Watch and help each other."

    Liang Xiao was about to condemn Mr. Huo for being unethical, when he heard the words, he was slightly startled and blinked.

    "Go wash first." Huo Lan took the script and looked at his injury, "Can I help you? Or—"

    Liang Xiaofei quickly selected: "I will come by myself"

    Huo Lan lowered his eyes and nodded.

    Liang Xiao wanted to take a breath and memorize his lines tonight, but he was determined not to be soft-hearted any more, and asked Mr. Huo to help replace the waterproof Band-Aid. With enough energy, he went to the bathroom and poured himself under the shower.

    Fast shower, Liang Xiao wiped off the water, put on pajamas, and went back to the bedroom, Huo Lan was looking down at the script.

    Huo Lan seemed to focus on everything he did, and read the script page by page with the light, his shoulders were still straight, and his eyelashes looked extraordinarily deep under the light.

    Liang Xiao went over with the towel: "Mr. Huo——"

    "There is a dinner party on the twenty-ninth."

    Huo Lan put down the script, got up and went over: "With cameras, the team will customize matching dresses and accessories."

    Liang Xiao remembered that he had to adjust the character design, and knew: "Is it in the circle? Charity or salon..."

    "Salon." Huo Lan took off the towel from his head, "It is mainly within the circle, semi-public, and resources are exchanged and shared."

    Liang Xiao finds it troublesome, and has always relied on drying her hair. Looking at the hairdryer in his hand, she stepped back vigilantly: "Is the invitation for a single person?"

    Huo Lan shook his head: "You can bring a team, no more than three people."

    Liang Xiao's team consisted of two people in total. Hearing that, he nodded, preparing to take the opportunity to bypass Huo Lan, and he was safely brought back in just one step.

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Huo Lan held his arm and led him to sit down.

    Huo Lan lowered his eyes and hesitated: "In two days...the size of the dress will be collected."

    Liang Xiao is concentrating on avoiding the hair dryer: "Do you need me to adjust the time?"

    Huo Lan was silent for a while, then his eyes paused, and he shook his head: "No need."

    Liang Xiao didn't understand why she took this kind of thing out and said: "Then——"

    The warm air of the hair dryer swept across the back of the neck, Liang Xiao couldn't help but shuddered, completely forgetting what he was going to say.

    "Soon." Huo Lan raised his hand and covered the exposed back of his neck for him, "I need you to relax."

    It's not that Liang Xiao doesn't relax, but she felt that this thing was itchy since she was a child, and she was always reluctant to use it. She tried her best to hold on for a few seconds, but she couldn't help but hide.

    Huo Lan asked him to lean on him, put his fingers in his short hair, and rubbed it lightly.

    The palm is dry and warm, covering the top of the head, and the strength is gentle and stable.

    Even the manic airflow of the hair dryer has become gentler.

    Liang Xiao narrowed her eyes and sighed comfortably: "Are you going?"

    Huo Lan was slightly startled.

    Liang Xiao asked casually, and the exit also reacted, thinking about it: "No...it's not appropriate."

    Since it is a dinner party for resources exchange within the circle, whether Huo Lan attends as the president of Star Crown or goes with him, it is somewhat inconvenient.

    Huo Lan was silent: "Well."

    Liang Xiao thought very openly: "Then I will come back with two candies."

    Huo Lan stroked his hair.

    Liang Xiao has lived alone all these years, rushing to earn his life, and thinking about it, he can't tell the time to spend his birthday.

    Huo Lan was not surprised that he didn't remember it himself, so he restrained his thoughts and didn't say more, nodded: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao was a little sleepy because of his snoring, yawned, leaned back comfortably for two seconds, and suddenly returned to his senses: "No, the script—"

    "Go to bed." Huo Lan said, "I'll read it to you."

    Liang Xiao felt that Huo Lan probably didn't know his influence: "I'm afraid not, you can't remember me."

    Liang Xiao coughed, her ears slightly hot: "I... can't even hear it."

    Attention is on the voice and Adam's apple of Mr. Huo's speech.

    It's a big deal to read all night.

    Words are emotional, and for the sake of staying up all night, maybe they will run into his mind consciously.

    Huo Lan shook his head and held his wrist: "No."

    Liang Xiao couldn't help but regret: "No, don't you hug?"

    Huo Lan pursed her lips, led Liang Xiao to the bedside, turned on the lamp, and handed him a pen and paper.

    Liang Xiao suddenly had an ominous premonition: "...what?"

    "I read one sentence, you recite one sentence."

    Huo Lan said: "If you can't memorize it three times, just copy this sentence again."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Liang Xiao's eyes darkened, he was about to run, but Huo Lan gently pressed his back with one hand, and he sat cross-legged upright in a conditioned reflex.

    Liang Xiao couldn't even remember where this terrifying reflex came from. He sat on the head of the bed with his shoulders upright, in pain: "Mr. Huo..."

    Mr. Huo took the highlighter and continued his drawing: "Start."

    For several days, Mr. Liang memorized all the lines perfectly.

    Duan Ming held the script and couldn't help sighing: "I heard people say that the lines are full of blood and tears, so it can be true..."

    Liang Xiao collapsed: "Brother Duan."

    Duan Ming observed his script full of QAQ, and patted him on the shoulder: "You can memorize it, but you lack pressure."

    Duan Ming said with emotion: "Mr. Huo knows human nature..."

    Liang Xiao was so angry that she snatched the script and closed it.

    Duan Ming was curious: "How did you endorse it back then?"

    It was even worse back then, Liang Xiao shuddered and recalled: "If you can't memorize it once, copy this sentence three times."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Liang Xiao sighed: "If you are distracted again, you will have to put a book on your head and stand on your back."

    Using this thunderous method, Xiao Liangxiao even exercised the profound skill of dozing off in the corner with a book on her head under high pressure, nine times out of ten, she unknowingly fell asleep. When I woke up, I was already lying in bed wrapped in blankets.

    Duan Ming was stunned and muttered: "What is your life..."

    Go around.

    An indissoluble bond with knowledge.

    Liang Xiao was originally sad, but after being enlightened by him, the two were relieved a lot: "Mr. Huo is much gentler."

    Duan Ming: "...Yes."

    Liang Xiao happily said, "Mr. Huo also allows me to write ligatures."

    At that time, Xiao Liangxiao's words were twisted and twisted as he wanted, and he was forced to write one stroke after another.

    Duan Ming looked at his happiness from the bottom of his heart, and was almost unbearable for a while, and echoed: "Mr. Huo is really good."

    Liang Xiao nodded and successfully persuaded herself, clutching the script and reciting the lines smoothly from the beginning, followed by the field manager, and passed the scene smoothly.

    "Good."

    Director Jin looked at the monitor once, nodded with satisfaction, and took him to teach a group of young actors: "Why are the lines so hard to memorize, the same mouth, how can Liang Xiao memorize them?"

    Several young actors shyly said in a low voice: "We are not working hard enough."

    Jin Zhenbo glanced at Liang Xiao: "If you have any experience, come back and introduce it to them."

    Liang Xiao finished the play, just unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, and was choked firmly: "..."

    Liang Xiao cleared his throat: "...It's okay."

    "Protect your state, don't get sick." Jin Zhenbo reminded, "The recording of the same period, your voice state can not be a problem."

    Liang Xiao nodded: "I see."

    Director Jin motioned to several assistant directors to adjust the venue, walked to the sidelines, and checked his progress: "Has the training started?"

    "It's started." Liang Xiao said, "I'm strengthening my strength and heart and lungs these days."

    Probably the crew deliberately adjusted the arrangement. He has a lot of lines these days, and the scenes are not very heavy.

    Meeting with Mr. Huo at night, Liang Xiao has been doing relevant training in the free time. Body shaping may take some time, but strength and stamina are slowly improving.

    Jin Zhenbo was slightly satisfied and nodded: "The main thing is to practice explosive power, the gun won't make you heavy."

    Jin Zhenbo glanced at him: "The strength is similar, just don't let the gun throw you out."

    "..." Liang Xiao was almost stabbed into a sieve by him: "Yes."

    Jin Zhenbo: "Are you going back to the imperial capital next week?"

    Liang Xiao remembered the dinner Huo Lan mentioned, and calculated the time: "Yes."

    The team has a schedule, and it has probably been reported to the crew. It is not surprising that Director Jin knows.

    Liang Xiao hesitated: "Did you delay the shooting progress?"

    "It's not like you are in every scene, so it doesn't matter if you go for two days."

    Jin Zhenbo was not very opposed to this, and waved his hand: "Go to meet more people and find some good resources... You don't need to be too polite, and it's not ashamed if you want to film."

    Liang Xiao smiled and did not refute: "I see, thank you."

    His resources are all in the star crown, and he goes to the dinner party to produce a picture that can be played, and the character needs to be adjusted to match the character.

    Director Jin is getting old, and his concept is still that the actor finds the film himself.

    Jin Zhenbo asked once, and felt that he had cared for the actor, nodded, and went back to the sidelines to stare at the next scene.

    Liang Xiao was reminded by him, got off the field, met with the manager, and discussed the next arrangement.

    "The main focus is still on the set."

    Duan Ming flipped through his phone and summed it up for him: "This drama is the main one, there is a dinner party on the 29th, and then it will be accompanied by Weibo to put up pictures and public relations. process."

    Duan Ming: "If the effect is good, it may let you live broadcast once or twice to interact with fans."

    Liang Xiao nodded: "Okay."

    "Next month on the 8th, "Sui Chu" officially enters the post-publication process. The crew will probably participate in a few shows. If we are close, we can also help run over there."

    Duan Ming turned another page: "This weekend's "On the Road" broadcasts the second episode... By the way, their director also asked you to tell you that it may take some time to introduce the breakfast car stand Lord and their family."

    Liang Xiao was slightly dumb: "Why do you need to tell me this?"

    "It should be afraid that someone will mind." Duan Ming guessed, "After all, the stall owner's family is quite discussion, and inserting this material may affect our publicity."

    Liang Xiao thought for a while: "Just right, we have to fine-tune it here."

    Duan Ming nodded: "Yes, you also need to suppress the memory point of selling breakfast in the short term, and move the boat with the flow."

    Star Crown's team has taken over, and there is not much they need to do. Duan Ming flipped through it briefly and put down the phone: "It's nothing, you just have to find time to make a suitable dress."

    Liang Xiao was stunned, and vaguely remembered: "Mr. Huo seems to have mentioned it to me..."

    "Did Mr. Huo find someone to do it for you?" Duan Ming was relieved and crossed out an arrangement, "That's fine, but we have to hurry up, there is not much time left for us."

    Liang Xiao didn't pay attention at that time, vaguely remembered that it was to measure the size or something, and nodded: "Got it... I'll tell Mr. Huo."

    "There is still a piece of table missing." Duan Ming helped him think, "It's really impossible to borrow a piece from Mr. Huo and return it later."

    You may not have to pay it back.

    The cold metal bracelet was fastened to the wrist.

    Liang Xiao widened his eyes: "Brother Duan——"

    Duan Ming returned to God: "I want to speak out?"

    Liang Xiao stared at him for a long time, her ears reddened inch by inch, and gritted her teeth: "No..."

    Although there is none, the agent's little yellow book is all confiscated from the artist's inventory.

    Driving without a license can cause serious harm.

    Back to the hotel gym, when Liang Xiao wore the special detection bracelet, she still had some psychological shadows on the strap that was neither cold nor metal.

    "It won't be." Duan Ming accompanies him to do plank support, squatting on the side to brush the daily maintenance of the Weibo background, "What a big deal..."

    Liang Xiao just finished the third group, and he gritted his teeth tremblingly: "Brother Duan."

    Duan Ming stopped and went back to the topic: "Recently, the maintenance of the star crown is gradually being released. Weibo will be a little annoying, don't worry about it."

    Liang Xiao nodded: "I know."

    You must strictly manage and control the wind direction in order to impress passersby when you are just starting out. Xingguan stared at it tightly, and any comments that caused a little war with bad intentions were dealt with in a timely manner, and did not give the opportunity to jump.

    Now that it has gradually stabilized, and it is controlled in a harmonious manner, it seems too fake.

    "The radish and vegetables each have their own love." Liang Xiao's group almost reached the limit, the whole person shivered and swayed, "I'm not money..."

    It’s not RMB, so everyone can’t like it.

    Duan Ming just gave him a preventive shot and nodded: "There are still people watching, it won't be too much."

    "The thorns are nothing more than dragging you. You don't have a masterpiece now."

    Duan Ming handed him a towel: "The production cycle of "Sui Chu" is short, and it won't be long before these people's mouths are blocked."

    Liang Xiao wiped her sweat and responded.

    Seeing that he didn't take it to heart, Duan Ming was relieved a lot: "Also... what we were worried about before, someone picked up your information and found out the sequelae of your pheromone outbreak. "

    Liang Xiao: "What did you say?"

    "Anything you can say, it's pretty real."

    Duan Ming opened a marketing account: "Say you grew up in a poor family and couldn't afford an inhibitor. In order not to worry your family, you went to the mountains to differentiate..."

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "Am I crazy?"

    Duan Ming changed one: "Your parents are busy with work and have no time to take care of you. They are afraid that you will run around and lock you at home."

    Duan Ming said vividly: "You are divided, desperately smashing the door, shouting hoarse, waiting for your parents to come back, only to see a pool of you at the door..."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Duan Ming changed another one: "You concealed your identity. In fact, your family is very rich. When you were kidnapped and blackmailed, you were frightened, and the accident suddenly diverged."

    Liang Xiao was a little moved by this, sat up and thought about it: "I wisely used pheromones to report the news, and led the rescuers to find me."

    Duan Ming thought about it for a while, and helped him improve the details: "You were in the cellar at the time, and it was sealed outside, so you couldn't see it, but there were gaps where gas molecules could flow."

    Liang Xiao nodded: "The high concentration spreads to the low concentration..."

    Duan Mingfei wrote it down quickly, ready to go back and discuss with the Star Crown team further to improve the rest of the logic and details.

    Liang Xiao couldn't rest for too long. With a little strength, he got up again, changed equipment and continued to abuse himself.

    Duan Ming followed him and couldn't help: "Would you like to practice peach buttocks by the way?"

    Liang Xiao was pulling the counterweight to stretch the latissimus dorsi, choked and coughed, and released his hand: "..."

     Duan Ming regretted: "Forget it."

    "No practice." Liang Xiao resolutely, "I won't let me hear these three words in the future."

    Duan Ming sighed: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao looked at the agent strictly for half a minute and confirmed that the other party had fully remembered this request before holding the handle again, gnashing his teeth and pulling up the iron block of the counterweight.

    The team of Star Crown has always been professional, and does not miss any value that can be extracted.

    When Mr. Huo came to lie on his side, Mr. Liang, who was drained, was paralyzed on the bed, and was turned over half-dead.

    Huo Lan frowned: "What's going on?"

    "Mr. Liang just did strength training." The housekeeper explained, "Hot compress can relieve the accumulation of lactic acid."

    The housekeeper was entrusted by Mr. Liang and quickly added: "No discomfort."

    Huo Lan didn't answer and walked to the bed.

    Liang Xiao was so sick of protein powder but begged for death, dying: "Mr. Huo... I'm fine."

    Huo Lan's eyes fell on him, covered his arm, and pressed lightly.

    They were unexpectedly skilled, stretched out their arms, and grabbed him firmly.

    Liang Xiao's ears are hot: "Mr. Huo..."

    Huo Lan stroked his hair and carefully put him back on the bed.

    Liang Xiao was warmed for a while, and watched Huo Lan turn around and go out, her eyes widened in amazement.

    This is gone.

    Color decline loves relaxation, love relaxation is absolutely.

    Liang Xiao was miserable.

    The housekeeper stood by the side, stunned when he heard the words: "What?"

    Liang Xiao was very sad: "What's the matter with the autumn wind and sad painting fan."

    Huo Lan asked the health care team about the process, sent the person to leave, wrapped the hot water bottle tightly with the towel used for hot compress, and pushed the door back.

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "Mr. Huo—"

    Huo Lan lowered his eyes, and when his palms were almost warm, he lifted the hem of his clothes and put it on his abdomen, slowly rubbing.

    Liang Xiao opened her mouth, remained silent for three seconds, and turned red.

    "The first few days will be a little harder."

    Huo Lan knew about fitness, so he slowly kneaded for him, and took out a candy from his pocket with his right hand: "I'll come over earlier."

    Liang Xiao's heart beat thumping against his chest, and he was confused: "No..."

    His voice was too low, Huo Lan couldn't hear it clearly, he squeezed the candy wrapper with one hand and handed it to Liang Xiao's lips: "What?"

    Liang Xiao opened his mouth to grab candy in a trance, his lips brushed between Huo Lang's fingers, and he was unconscious: "Use it."

    Huo Lan nodded: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Liang Xiao was actually a little worried, if the time to meet in the evening was brought forward, with the severity of their boss Huo, would the time of each morning be deducted accordingly.

    Come here two hours early in the evening and leave two hours early in the morning.

    At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was not bright.

    Huo Lan carefully placed the sleeping man on the bed, went out alone, and returned to the cold and lonely master bedroom.

    Liang Xiao thought of herself a little moved, looked up at Huo Lan firmly: "No."

    Huo Lan's palm dissipated, pressed it on the hot water bottle again, and was slightly startled: "What?"

    "I can't leave at five in the morning." Liang Xiao said, "I--"

    Liang Xiao coughed and put a pot on her head: "I have to be woken up in the morning. If the alarm clock rings, I will be in a bad mood all day."

    Huo Lan had never paid attention to this, and was stunned by his determination, a little remorseful: "I...don't know."

    Liang Xiaoxin said that I didn't know it for a second, so he crossed his heart: "Can you call me?"

    Huo Lan stroked his hair and nodded: "Yes."

    Liang Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed Huo Lan's palm with the only head that could move freely, her ears were red, she stumbled to confirm with him: "Hold, hold to sleep... hold to wake up. "

    Huo Lan pursed the corner of his lower lip, leaned over and kissed his forehead lightly: "Well."

    Liang Xiao was relieved.

    Huo Lan helped him apply heat, and then brought safflower oil, carefully rubbing it and pushing it away.

    Undisturbed by Liang Xiao's high and low pain, Huo Lan trapped him in his arms and helped him rub off a few bruises that he had bumped into at some point.

    Liang Xiao fell asleep in Mr. Huo's arms as he wished, and woke up alive in the arms of Mr. Huo, so full of pain that he was so full of energy that he had no sleepiness at all: "I can't do it..."

    "Be patient." Huo Lan was in more pain than him, kissed his temple, and whispered, "If it hurts, bite me."

    Liang Xiao couldn't bite, looked at Mr. Huo's tense shoulder and neck muscles, and shook his head weakly.

    Huo Lan's chest was slightly hot, and he closed his eyes.

    It will be even more difficult in two days if it is delayed. Huo Lan was ruthless, and helped him rub the last spot as soon as possible, took the person into his arms, and asked Liang Xiao to rest on his chest and shoulders.

    Liang Xiao had a golden star in front of her eyes, hung on Huo Lan in a trance, and said to him with difficulty: "Brother Duan said that the dress must be dressed as soon as possible..."

    Huo Lan's breath was slightly stagnant, and he wrapped his arms tightly: "I know."

    "Do you need...my time?"

    Liang Xiao didn't know much about haute couture dresses, so she guessed that the master who was in charge of measuring the size was too advanced and didn't wait for him to finish the show: "I'll tell Director Jin, come back also."

    "..." Huo Lan whispered: "No need."

    "Are you worried about my body shape changing?" Liang Xiao thought for a while, and thoughtfully helped to find a reason, "It won't be that fast, and the training won't be effective immediately."

    Huo Lan was silent: "I know."

    Liang Xiao cares: "What is that?"

    Huo Lan couldn't really say anything, so he was silent for a while, then touched his hair: "Soon, relax."

    Liang Xiao vaguely felt that this sentence was familiar, and was stunned for a while, watching Huo Lan get up and go out, and a little dazedly, he relaxed according to their boss Huo's request.

    When it hurts, it really hurts. After a while, the body is not a little bit relaxed.

    Liang Xiao relaxed quite successfully, she couldn't help yawning, squinted her eyes, and the tiredness came back.

    Liang Xiao was sleepy and drowsy, and heard a faint sound of the door.

    Over the years, the people around me are too messy, and there are people with ulterior motives. Liang Xiao has always been sensitive to sounds, especially when he was half asleep, he would detect anyone approaching, and instinctively raised his mind to be vigilant.

    But recently, I have become very familiar with Huo Lan's footsteps, even if you don't distinguish carefully, you can recognize it.

    No matter how messy you are, there will always be Mr. Huo who is cool and clean.

    Liang Xiao was not nervous, dozed off lazily, and listened with peace of mind as Mr. Huo walked to the bed and stood for a while.

    Liang Xiao was both at ease and relaxed, surrounded by drowsiness, vaguely aware that the cold and clean Huo Lan reached into the quilt with one hand and held up his butt.

    Liang Xiao: “…”