The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    Mr. Liang was so sad, he wandered around with the script, was led back to his side by Mr. Huo, and carefully put away the high-definition suit shirt.

    In the early morning of the next day, Liang Xiao got up sleepily and returned to the crew as usual.

    I don't need to shoot today, I just have to show up to sign and then come back. The agent and assistant did not follow after the holiday, and replaced it with the assistant team equipped by Star Crown.

    Liang Xiao was in the nanny car, surrounded by the NPC team, and still couldn't figure it out: "Why can't I really carry it..."

    "What can't I remember?"

    It was rare for Duan Ming not to follow him once, and he couldn't understand it through the phone: "Didn't you have no show today?"

    Liang Xiao held up her mobile phone and sighed with her manager: "Not today, there will always be in the future."

    Duan Ming: "...Yes."

    Liang Xiao was a little sad: "When I have it, I will copy the script again."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Liang Xiao was afraid of this since he was a child, but he didn't expect to be able to escape after so many years.

    Duan Ming test: "Do you want to endorse the artifact?"

    "What." Liang Xiao was very interested and sat up, "Can you memorize ten pages at a time?"

    "It's just a piece of plastic board, where the black strokes are to be memorized...forget it."

    Liang Xiao's problem is actually not enough concentration.

    In addition to Mr. Huo's thunderous means, there is really no better way.

    Duan Ming: "Do you want anything else?"

    Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then thought carefully: "No, I have enough things now."

    Duan Ming hinted: "What do you want in the future?"

    Liang Xiao's logic is strict: "Buy what you want in the future, and if you find that you don't need it at that time, you will save another sum of money."

    Duan Ming was persuaded by him: "...Yes."

    Duan Ming took a breath: "What I wanted in the past—"

    "..." The two were on the phone, and Liang Xiao really couldn't figure out what he was going to do, so he couldn't help: "Brother Duan, did you win a lottery for clearing the shopping cart?"

    Liang Xiao made a decisive decision: "Help me add two boxes of turkey noodles, I want the authentic brand, and a box of Coke, our business cards are almost finished, Xiaogong wants a capsule coffee machine..."

    Duan Ming had a headache, agreed and hung up.

    Hotel suites.

    Duan Ming put down the phone and sighed: "I didn't ask."

    The housekeeper was a little worried: "This is difficult."

    "Is Huo always going to give Liang Xiao a birthday?" Duan Ming helped pick out gifts for the morning, hesitant, "That birthday was filled in blindly, it's counted on the date of registration, he I don't even take it seriously..."

    The housekeeper shook his head: "Mr. Huo said, that too."

    Duan Ming was stunned, smiled for a while, nodded and said nothing.

    The housekeeper asked people to search for the things that can be given on the birthday, and sorted out a few lists.

    Mr. Huo was actually preparing for this a long time ago. The contract that was originally intended to be a birthday gift was sent ahead of time, and he had to change something to make up for it.

    This is the first birthday present, Mr. Huo has strict standards. Hundreds of proposals have been rejected these days.

    Tonight at midnight is Mr. Liang's birthday. Although several gifts have been prepared, everyone still has no clue and is still making the last effort.

    "Actually...don't bother."

    Duan Ming thought for a while: "What did Mr. Huo receive for his birthday? Pick it up—"

    The housekeeper hesitated and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Huo is only a birthday."

    Duan Ming was stunned: "Why?"

    "My wife had an accident when she gave birth to Mr. Huo... She was seriously ill for several years."

      Recuperate and relax everywhere.”

    Mr. and Mrs. are going out, and the housekeeper and the captain of the bodyguard have to take turns to stay in the villa. Even if the date is clear, no one can celebrate the little Huo Lan who is fostered in the branch at this time.

    One year, Huo Lan happened to be at the main house, and the housekeeper secretly made a cake for Xiao Huo Lan, but he was bumped by Mr.

    During that time, Mrs.'s condition happened to be repeated again and again, and the husband was upset, and asked someone to throw the cake on the spot, and severely reprimanded everyone in the villa.

    In the long run, no one will dare to touch this mold again.

    "Love my love."

    Duan Ming can understand, but he can't help frowning: "But the child is right..."

    Mr. Huo is not allowed to mention these more. The housekeeper didn't say much, shook his head and went back to the topic: "So Mr. Huo is not very clear about what gifts to give."

    ...But Mr. Huo knew very well what gifts could not give.

    The housekeeper sorted out hundreds of proposals that were called back, and said sincerely: "Combining with Mr. Liang's hobbies, we even want to suggest Mr. Huo to directly give Mr. Liang a credit card that you can swipe..."

    Duan Ming has a headache: "Then he will buy a turkey noodle coke and a coffee machine."

    Liang Xiao is keen to save money, but has almost no hobby of spending money. In recent years, he has had the most impulsive consumption, which is to charge ten yuan of game currency.

    For the ten dollars, Liang Xiao and Duan Ming talked bitterly for three days, so annoyed that Duan Ming gave him a red envelope of one hundred cents.

    The housekeeper's last hope was also ruthlessly extinguished, and he sighed: "Did Mr. Liang lead it?"

    "I got it." Duan Ming said, "His mobile phone is too old, the screen is completely blocked, and he spent another two hundred yuan to repair the phone."

    Housekeeper: "…"

    The two of them were all exhausted, and they were speechless. They touched the coffee cup and drank it.

    After a long silence, Duan Ming suddenly remembered: "That cake that year -- Mr. Huo didn't eat it?"

    The housekeeper shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I said yes to Mr. Huo."

    Don't say eat... Little Huolan couldn't even see what the cake looked like.

    "After that, Mr. Huo never asked for a cake again."

    The housekeeper cleared his mind and stopped thinking about the past: "Is there any problem? Mr. Liang——"

    "No problem." Duan Ming said, "Mr. Liang has never eaten."

    The housekeeper was startled.

    "No story, he thinks it's a waste of money."

    Duan Mingfei explained quickly and glanced at the master bedroom: "But Mr. Huo didn't think about it, in fact, he can change his mind..."

    It doesn't have to be something particularly expensive, expensive enough to be left as a family heirloom.

    Duan Ming was actually vaguely worried that Liang Xiao would sell this kind of gift to cash out. Can't you?"

    When Mr. Liang came back, the atmosphere of the entire suite was different from usual.

    In the living room, it is rare that there is no atmosphere in which Mr. Huo is working. Several high-level chefs are standing in a row in silence at the door. The assistant team is coming and going in a hurry, and everyone is carrying a lot of things. .

    The housekeeper was at the entrance of the living room, and when he saw Liang Xiao coming back, he greeted him refreshed: "Mr. Liang——"

    Liang Xiao took off his coat and couldn't help but wonder: "What is Mr. Huo doing?"

    "It's inconvenient to talk to you now." The butler smiled, "Just wait, I'll have a surprise for you soon."

    Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became vigilant: "Has Mr. Huo finally started making memory bread?"

    The housekeeper is at a loss: "What?"

    Liang Xiao pressed his forehead and regained consciousness: "...It's okay."

    Liang Xiao once ate a meal cooked by Huo Lan. Although he did not know why Mr. Huo would carry out this high-risk activity in the master bedroom, he couldn't help but look forward to it and asked the housekeeper in a whisper: "How long will it take?"

    "Not too long." The butler assured, "Go and memorize your lines for a while, at most an hour."

    The atmosphere was too mysterious, Liang Xiao couldn't help but feel a little excited and nervous, nodded, turned out the script and went back to work hard.

    …

    There is something in mind, endorsement is almost a process. Liang Xiao glanced at the time while copying, waited for an hour, quickly closed the script, and poked his head from the side.

    There was no atmosphere like Mr. Huo was working outside. Several chefs stood in a row in silence at the door, and the assistant team hurriedly carried a lot of things.

    The housekeeper stood at the door of the living room.

    Liang Xiao pondered for a while, then went back to confirm that time was indeed flowing, and reopened the door.

    The housekeeper noticed the movement and walked over quickly: "Mr. Liang..."

    Liang Xiao lowered her voice to connect with him: "Are you okay?"

    "It's almost time." The housekeeper whispered, "You can recite it for another hour."

    Liang Xiao was very talkative, nodded and closed the door.

    …

    An hour later, Liang Xiao opened the door and looked at the living room without Mr. Huo's working atmosphere.

    Liang Xiao went back and glanced at the time, then leaned out again and looked at a row of silent chefs and a team of assistants who came and went in a hurry.

    Liang Xiao closed the door, opened it, and looked at the housekeeper in the living room.

    The housekeeper bites the bullet: "Another hour..."

    Liang Xiao couldn't help the conspiracy theory: "Boss Huo isn't really making memory bread, is he?"

    The housekeeper did not understand: "What?"

    "It's in Doraemon." Liang Xiao gave him popular science, "Print the words on the bread, and you can remember it when you eat it."

    Liang Xiao coughed and her ears were a little red: "Actually, no... I like to recite lines with Mr. Huo."

    After all, when there was no high-pressure rule by Mr. Huo, it would take him two or three hours to memorize a page of lines by himself, and occasionally he could not help but put down the script and play with his mobile phone.

    Liang Xiao just doesn't like copying books, but maybe one day, Huo Lan is worried that he is tired of copying, so he will hold his hand to help him copy.

    He was sitting on the bed, Huo Lan wanted to hold his hand, of course it was not convenient to be under the bed.

    Liang Xiao held the door, her thoughts could not help but diverge.

    Only reciting the script is undoubtedly too boring. He is required to maintain his physical strength and exercise, and he can also move on his back.

    Huo Lan held his handwritten script. With their constant pursuit of perfection, it is inevitable that they will copy again.

    There is only one script, and if both people can see it, the positions must overlap in some plane perspectives…

    The housekeeper still stopped at what is Doraemon, and watched Liang Xiao change color in place, stunned: "Mr. Liang——"

    Liang Xiao returned to his senses and sternly introspected: "I'll go back and recite it for another hour."

    The housekeeper heaved a sigh of relief, nodded quickly, and sent him back to his side.

    …

    In an hour.

    Liang Xiao opened the door and looked at the living room without the working atmosphere of Mr. Huo, and a row of chefs and assistants.

    Housekeeper: "...Mr. Liang."

    Liang Xiao: "I took it down."

    Housekeeper: "…"

    Liang Xiao put away the script and sighed: "You give me a thorough understanding. I will prepare my emotions in advance according to the surprises I want to receive."

    Liang Xiao finished copying the script, and really had nothing to do, and even flipped through the "Delicious Encyclopedia without a Kitchen" twice, each dish has fully made up the feasibility and operation process .

    If Mr. Huo needs another hour, Liang Xiao is ready to order something from the assistant team and try to cook two dishes.

    The housekeeper was embarrassed for a while, then he bite the bullet: "You... come with me."

    The housekeeper signaled everyone to work as usual, and led Liang Xiao through the living room and into a secret door.

    Liang Xiao has lived here for so many days, she still doesn't know there is a way here, she is curious: "What is this for?"

    "Waiters and cleaning staff will not disturb the guests." The butler explained to him in a low voice, "After entering, try not to make any noise..."

    Liang Xiao closed his mouth and nodded.

    The housekeeper led him to the secret door, opened it gently, revealing a gap, and stepped aside.

    Liang Xiao took a closer look.

    …

    Liang Xiao widened her eyes.

    It is not the same as imagined, the master bedroom is not too chaotic.

     Even the documents on the table were kept clean, extraordinarily tidy and empty, and there was a cake blank that had not been cut out of the right shape.

    The two chefs were attentively guarding the table, one of them looked solemn, and from time to time they made urgent reminders.

    Mr. Huo held the knife, with his back facing the door, his shoulders were slightly stretched, and he trimmed the details of the cake a little bit.

    Being separated from the master bedroom by a wall, Liang Xiao did not dare to make a sound, and turned around to quietly make a mouth shape to the housekeeper: "Mr. Huo, this cake blank...isn't it a bit big?"

    The housekeeper took a look and sighed: "When it was sent in, it was twice as big as it is now."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Liang Xiao: "Will I end up eating a three-inch cake?"

    Liang Xiao looked at the direction of Mr. Huo's knife, and thought carefully: "Or it has completely turned into pieces of cake, only from the soft and sweet taste, can you see the true nature of it identity of…"

    "..." The housekeeper had a headache: "Should-"

    The housekeeper leaned over and looked in, not too sure, with tears in his eyes: "It should be... If so, would you still eat it?"

    Liang Xiao didn't care, nodded and squatted in the corner with him in a low voice: "Why did Mr. Huo suddenly want to make a cake?"

    The butler hesitated and looked at him.

    Liang Xiao was at a loss.

    The housekeeper had already heard from the agent, but now he seems to be completely unconscious and a little helpless. He smiled and said, "Come with me."

    The housekeeper led Liang Xiao out of the secret door, returned to the living room, and told him from the beginning: "When you joined the group, you filled in your birthday in the information, and your contract was not yet in place. Come here... Mr. Huo originally planned to give you the contract as a birthday present"

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "I already received it."

    "Yes." The butler explained patiently, "Because it was delivered in advance, it doesn't count, and it has to be delivered again."

    Liang Xiao didn't expect it would be so troublesome to celebrate a birthday, so he opened his mouth and couldn't help but admit the truth: "Actually—"

    Butler: "What?"

    Liang Xiao was actually only a birthday, so he said, looking at the tightly closed master bedroom door, remembering the look he saw through the crack of the door just now.

    Have been fighting with the cake base for three hours, they don't seem to be cold and majestic at all.

    The cuffs of the shirt were rolled up high, and there was some cake foam on his body. Even if he held a knife in his hand, he could not see that the president's killing was decisive.

    Liang Xiao thought about it for a while, then she couldn't help laughing: "Actually, I like making cakes."

    The housekeeper was ready to persuade Mr. Liang to celebrate his birthday. Hearing this, he was stunned and looked at him in astonishment.

    "I have had a dream since I was a child." Liang Xiao used this sentence very familiarly, and he opened his mouth, "Every time I pass outside the cake shop, I will watch the baker make cakes, and I dream of it... "

    The housekeeper listened in a daze, and couldn't help but have a thought: "Mr. Liang."

    Liang Xiao: "Huh?"

    "Are you—" The butler paused, hesitating and probing, "You still have many dreams when you were young?"

    For example, I want to be a medical worker.

    Mr. Huo originally mentioned that the investment in Feiyang Pharmaceutical was for the Jiangnan Ono, but the housekeeper was still very vigilant and blocked all the talents in the medical field in the mobile phone.

    According to the housekeeper's understanding of Mr. Huo, Huo Lan usually won't force others to be difficult, but when it comes to business, the principle will become extraordinarily strong.

    It's like Mr. Liang, who supervises Mr. Liang now, is copying the script, because if Mr. Liang doesn't copy, the lines can hardly be memorized.

    In those days, Huo Lan forced Xiaoliang Xiao to study, I am afraid most of it was because Xiaoliang Xiao had so sworn to fool the young Huo Lan, saying that he had a dream since he was a child, that he wanted to be a great medicine workers.

    "Yes." Liang Xiao was stunned and recalled carefully: "If it is mainly stratified by age, I think I have been a scientist, teacher, doctor, cook, Internet cafe network manager, bus conductor..."

    The housekeeper was shocked: "Then you came to be an actor... It's really not easy."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "It's okay, just this ideal is not my original."

    The housekeeper was slightly startled: "Why not?"

    According to the speed of resource sharing between the agent and the housekeeper, Liang Xiao estimated that the housekeeper probably knew that he had a friend in Jiangnan, and did not shy away: "When I was in Jiangnan, I chatted with my friend... I asked What does he want to do?"

    The butler's chest jumped and he asked, "He said at that time—"

    Liang Xiao: "He said he didn't know."

    The housekeeper paused, calmed down, and smiled bitterly: "Yes."

    "I really didn't want to study at that time, so I had to talk to him." Liang Xiao thought for a while, "He probably bothered me later."

    The housekeeper was silent for a while, then guessed in a low voice: "Did you see...he was in a bad mood and wanted to talk with him to distract himself?"

    Liang Xiao was caught off guard, and was stunned: "Is it so obvious?"

    The housekeeper made up his mind and went to chat with Mr. Duan when he was ready to find an opportunity, and he must penetrate the truth to Mr. Liang as soon as possible: "Go ahead."

    Liang Xiao thought about it for a while: "Actually, it's nothing... He should have an elder in his family doing this business, and he told me that actors can experience countless lives on stage, very free, and they will shine."

    The housekeeper replied softly: "So you want to be an actor?"

    Liang Xiao smiled and said, "I don't think he was made for this... Anyway, I didn't know how to live at that time."

    It was not easy for him to get a foothold at that time, and he would take over any job as long as he could earn money.

    Exhausted late at night, Xiao Liangxiao was full of water, lying on a bench by the street, wrapped in a thick coat, leaning on his arms to watch the stars.

    Burning the note doesn't work, and the thing that should be forgotten has not been forgotten. Xiao Liangxiao opened his eyes, it was the stars sprinkled in the moonless night sky, and when he closed his eyes, it was the tiny stars in the eyes of the young man.

    "I guess his temper will not be free even if he grows up."

    Liang Xiao's ears were a little red, and she smiled: "I think... Then I'll be kind and let him shine freely."

    The housekeeper looked at him and said nothing.

    Liang Xiao suddenly returned to his senses and whispered to the housekeeper: "Don't tell Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo is easy to get jealous."

    The housekeeper is determined to talk to Mr. Huo tonight, holding the recording pen at work and nodding: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao went too far, remembered his original plan, and went back with the housekeeper: "I wanted to be a cake chef since I was a child."

    “…” The butler silently turned off the recorder: “So—”

    Liang Xiao made a decisive decision, and Li Li stood up: "So... I can't help but want to participate in Mr. Huo's work."

    The housekeeper was stunned and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but Liang Xiao had already passed through the living room vigorously and opened the door of the master bedroom.

    When the agent hurried over after hearing the news, Mr. Liang had already entered the master bedroom for half an hour.

    "What's the situation now?"

    Duan Ming was so worried: "Did it freeze? Where did it melt, did it reach the leg—"

    "No, no." The housekeeper quickly reassured, "Mr. Liang is fine."

    Duan Ming heaved a sigh of relief and put down the water bottle that he carried over.

    Although Mr. Liang opened the door, a few small snowflakes did float out of the door, but according to the two chefs who went out later, Mr. Huo's pheromone is mainly to cool the freshly baked Cake base.

    The housekeeper was just worried that two people had changed from spoiling the cake blank, and handed Duan Ming a bag of packaged cake crumbs: "Everyone try their best to eat..."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Assistant is happy to eat cake, but he doesn't pay attention to the shape, so he tasted a piece excitedly: "It's delicious!"

    The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with a genial smile: "The taste is still fine."

    After all, Mr. Huo has completely mastered the composition ratio and baking know-how of cakes through his five-page paper.

    It's just the actual operation of "cutting the cake into perfect circles", and it can't be solved completely by knowledge.

     Mr. Huo is strict and strives for perfection. He has been doing it all over again for three hours.

    The housekeeper whispered to the agent: "Is Mr. Liang good at drawing circles?"

    Duan Ming thought for a while: "Generally, his pancakes are not round."

    The housekeeper became more and more worried, sighed while pressing his forehead, and prepared to ask the staff to prepare some egg milk low-gluten flour.

    "But he's probably fine with the next steps."

    Duan Ming added: "Liang Xiao has done decoration, and is very skilled in scraping, and the same should be true for applying cream."

    The housekeeper felt a little comforted and thought about it carefully: "After pouring the chocolate, Mr. Huo can also use pheromones to make the chocolate solidify and shape as soon as possible."

    Duan Ming nodded: "Liang Xiao can help him put fruits and decorate flowers."

    The sky was already dark, and the two of them had a very rigorous discussion for a long time. They vaguely saw some hope that they could finish the cake before the plane took off in the morning. .

    …

    Duan Ming rubbed his eyes inexplicably, looked back at the housekeeper, and let the door open.

    The housekeeper was stunned, and leaned over to take a look.

    The situation in the bedroom is far from rigorous.

    Liang Xiao personally operated the knife, a cake blank was cut into icosahedrons by hand, and stood crooked on the table, quickly smearing cream on it.

    Huo Lan helped him with tools, boiled chocolate with one hand, and occasionally reached out to help the crumbling cake.

    After all, the master bedroom is not a kitchen, and it cannot be used. The cooperation between the two is somewhat chaotic. Mr. Liang rubbed a few smears of cream on his face, and he was still commanding Huo Lan to decorate the flowers with confidence.

     Mr. Huo had never tried this kind of delicate manual operation, he hesitated, wanted to speak, and was dragged to the table without any reason.

    The housekeeper has never seen Mr. Huo so imprecise, rubbed his eyes hard, and looked inside carefully.

    Huo Lan has always lacked artistic talent, so the piping bag is extremely difficult to use, trying his best for a long time, frowning at the unknown shape of the lump of cream.

    Liang Xiao's eyes are fast, and he holds Huo Lan's hand and pours a spoonful of chocolate syrup on it: "Quick, it will snow soon--"

    Huo Lan: “…”

    The dripping chocolate solidifies rapidly at low temperature, and small snowflakes float down and swirl on the cake.

    Liang Xiao said sincerely, "Perfect."

    Huo Lan lowered his eyes, looked at the appalling cake, and clenched his fist: "I——"

    "Impressionism." Liang Xiao turned the cake, "Stream of consciousness, can you see it from another angle?"

    Huo Lan changed his angle and nodded hesitantly: "See...some."

    Liang Xiao was satisfied and nodded: "It looks good."

    Huo Lan instinctively believed in him, and after tasting it for a while, he lowered his head and said softly, "Do you like it?"

    "I like it, I will make it every year in the future." Liang Xiao nodded, "I have made the most successful cake."

    Duan Ming squatted on the edge of the door and couldn't help but silently complained: "He just made such a cake..."

    The housekeeper was seeing the important point, and quickly gestured towards him, covering the manager's mouth.

    Liang Xiao took out her mobile phone and devoted herself to taking a picture of the cake from a different angle.

      of cream.

    Mr. Liang can't walk anymore, and his left foot slammed into Mr. Huo's shoulder with his right foot.

    Huo Lan stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him firmly and embraced him.

    Liang Xiao was still thinking about the cake, so she shook her hand and moved it to the center of the table.

    Huo Lan took his hand, held it together, and cut a small piece.

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "Have you eaten yet?!"

    Liang Xiao couldn't help but feel distressed, his men were not slow at all, and quickly went to grab the plastic knife and plastic plate, ready to grab the second piece.

    Huo Lan handed him his.

    A piece of cake suddenly appeared in front of him, Liang Xiao was stunned, and met Huo Lan's gaze.

    Liang Xiao hesitated for a while, then lowered his head and took a bite.

    Afraid that he would regret it, Liang Xiao's bite was full of weight, and his cheeks were bulging and he raised his head: "It's really delicious, you try-"

    Liang Xiao stopped talking, met Huo Lan's eyes, raised his hand and touched his head.

    Huo Lan's eyes were quiet, he lowered his head and let him rub his hair, tried to raise the corner of his mouth, and smiled at him a little bit.

    Liang Xiao's heart beat a little too fast, and insisted on finishing: "...Try it, it's delicious."

    Huo Lan nodded, folded his arms, bowed his head and kissed Liang Xiao.

    The young Huo Lan firmly hugged the little liar who had thrown himself into the net, and the two of them made up for each other a piece of cake that was delayed for several years.

    The housekeeper's eyes were hot, he closed the door tightly, and pulled the manager back to the living room.