The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    Huo Lan was a little shocked, raised his head in silence for a while, and tried his best to praise him: "Very... nice."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    "It's loud."

    Huo Lan vaguely saw Jingliang debris, not quite sure what it was, hesitated for a moment: "I can see-"

    Liang Xiao was really embarrassed to listen to her, so she dragged someone and muttered nonsense, sealing up the 5,000-word argumentative essay that Mr. Huo was planning to compliment Erqie.

    Huo Lan originally wanted to speak again, but he kissed him in the cold night wind, his auricle was slightly hot, and he was quietly held by Mr. Liang without speaking.

    Liang Xiao would not be able to have any good thoughts for a while, so he jumped up and looked at it, and he was relieved to confirm that no one followed the sound to arrest people.

    The mysterious loud noise in the middle of the night attacked Mr. Huo's master bedroom.

    The assistant team and the security team were also frightened and rushed outside the presidential suite to rescue the sealed housekeeper.

    "Your... surprise."

    The housekeeper is getting old, so he asked someone to clean up the broken glass, and negotiated with the hotel about compensation overnight. Seeing Liang Xiao again, he still has lingering fears: "Next time, you can be a little quieter..."

    Liang Xiao was ashamed: "Next time I will buy it myself."

    Something like fireworks is hard to buy at the moment. Liang Xiao searched around, but didn't find that takeaway errands have this kind of business, so he simply missed the props of the crew.

    The location of the set is relatively remote. Liang Xiao also checked it out and confirmed that the area to which they belonged is far away from the city center and not in the fireworks and firecrackers prohibited area.

    Now that I think about it, it may be a reminder of fate when checking the permit for fireworks and firecrackers.

    It's not just fireworks that can be set off.

    And firecrackers.

    Liang Xiao still can't figure it out when she thinks about it now, presses her forehead: "Doesn't that make me put two kicks on the roof..."

    Although Xiaohou Ye is also a young general who leads troops, the second kick is too sonorous and powerful.

    Liang Xiao thought about it for a while, tried her best to find an explanation for the crew who didn't understand the market situation, and planned to go to the studio tomorrow to remind them of Director Jin.

    After all, the equipment of the crew is much more expensive than glass.

    "But you're doing a great trick too."

    The housekeeper looked at him in a daze, and quickly encouraged: "The aim is very accurate. I am afraid that the master bedroom will not be able to live in a few days. Before the glass is repaired, Mr. Huo may have to squeeze with you in the side bedroom. squeezed."

    Liang Xiao couldn't explain, and had a headache: "I'm not—"

    Liang Xiao returned to his senses and was a little surprised: "Is Mr. Huo coming to my room?"

    "I'm afraid to disturb your rest."

    The housekeeper was not polite to him, and leaned over to covertly and whispered: "The hotel said it could be repaired in one day, but we tried our best to delay it until three days."

    Liang Xiao's eyes brightened: "Can you do it in five days?"

    "Five days will not work." The experienced housekeeper shook his head, "More than four days, Huo always asks us to buy a piece of glass ourselves."

    Liang Xiao regretted: "Alright."

    "Thank you for your hard work." Liang Xiao added, "I will pay for the loss of the hotel."

    The housekeeper waved his hand quickly: "No, no..."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "I have one to say."

    The housekeeper was stunned for a while, then met Liang Xiao's gaze and nodded: "Okay."

    The housekeeper wrote it down and didn't persuade him any further: "Mr. Huo here—"

    Liang Xiao: "There is me."

    The housekeeper was completely relieved, nodded again and again with a sigh of relief, cheered at Mr. Liang, and walked out quickly to negotiate with the hotel urgently.

    Liang Xiao tossed up and down for a long time, and the tightly wrapped clothes entered the room, which was blown by the warm air of the air conditioner, and she was already sweating.

    Liang Xiao was a little too hot, so she took off and put it on, and gently went into the side sleeper.

    To delay the repair with the hotel, Huo Lan was excluded by the whole team's concerted efforts. He was lying on his side, standing in front of the window, looking out.

    Liang Xiao stood at the door of the side bed, thinking about the angle he was looking at, and suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.

    That direction...is the fireworks he set off.

    The spark was completely extinguished, the streamer melted into the dark night, and there was nothing left.

    Can't see anything.

    Huo Lan is still watching.

    Huo Lan is very sensitive to the sound of footsteps, Liang Xiao just aimed at his back, Huo Lan had already turned around in time to hold Mr. Liang who was soaring in the air.

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Huo Lan didn't know what to do next, looked at him, and waited quietly for Liang Xiao to teach.

    Liang Xiao hugged his shoulders and bowed his head, his heart softened, he bowed down, and put a sticker on Huo Lan's neck: "Are you scared?"

    Liang Xiao not only let go of the two kicks when he was a child, but also let go of the thunder, and even picked up the squibs from the 9,000-ring firecrackers and went back to collect gunpowder. Even if you haven't touched it in years, it's not difficult to accept.

    Children who grew up in big cities have never seen the second kick, so they will inevitably be deterred by the power.

    Liang Xiao murmured at Huo Lan's back, raised her head to comfort them, and suddenly greeted a particularly soft kiss between her brows.

    Liang Xiao's heart beat fast, and instinctively wrapped Huo Lan with his hands and feet.

     "Not afraid." Huo Lan said, "Very—"

    The effect of the latter is really difficult to describe in terms of beauty, Huo Lan quieted down, and turned his thoughts back to the streamer that drew the smiling face: "It's very beautiful."

    Huo Lan held Liang Xiao tightly, wrapped him around his chest, and gently kissed Liang Xiao's eyes: "Thank you."

    Liang Xiao particularly liked this kind of intimacy, and was too embarrassed to make a sound, her auricle became hot, and she pursed her lips and shook her head.

    Huo Lan called him softly: "Liang Xiao."

    "No thanks." Liang Xiao couldn't hold back the illicit goods, he coughed, and buried his red face in his neck, "If you have to thank him, you can take a shower together—you can also take a shower."

    Huo Lan was slightly startled, touched his hair, and lowered his head to meet Liang Xiao's gaze.

    Liang Xiao dared to verbally molest them, Mr. Huo, so hot that he naturally formed a ball, and quickly curled up into a small ball that couldn't be broken apart in his arms.

    Huo Lan thought about it carefully, and vaguely guessed the reason: "Don't remember?"

    Liang Xiao: "!"

    Liang Xiao knew that something must have happened during the filming, and was worried: "Did I drag you into the bathroom after I was drunk?"

    Huo Lan shook his head.

    Liang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and slowly returned to her human form.

    "I make my own decisions."

    Huo Lan held him on the sofa, squatted down, and unbuttoned his collar for him: "You weren't very awake at that time... I'm not worried."

    Liang Xiao felt a little comfort, and patted his chest twice: "That's it."

    "You didn't drag me into the bathroom." Huo Lan, "just dragged me into the bathtub."

    Liang Xiao patted his chest: "…"

    Huo Lan took care of the drunk Mr. Liang for one night, and has been tortured very skillfully. He hugged Liang Xiao's shoulders and let him lean on his shoulders.

    Liang Xiao decomposed and reorganized in a trance, and noticed that Huo Lan was holding the hem of his clothes and quickly became hot: "No need-"

    Huo Lan was stunned and raised his eyes.

    Liang Xiao controlled his mouth with strong willpower, swallowed the words abruptly, and sacrificed his life for justice: "No, don't stop."

    Liang Xiao regretted her death: "I really don't need to stop..."

    Huo Lan held his hand, bowed his head and kissed his knuckles, covering his eyes.

    Liang Xiao was stunned.

    Huo Lan closed his eyes in his palm, stopped looking, raised his hand to unbutton the button accurately, meticulously and meticulously, and methodically helped Mr. Liang finish all the preparations before entering the bathroom.

    …

    Liang Xiao came out of the bathroom and was hot until the next morning.

    It was probably being talked about by Mr. Huo, who was staying at the hotel, and he felt something, and sneezed several times on the set.

    "Not necessarily." Duan Ming looked at his face carefully, "Did you catch a cold?"

    Liang Xiao: "...is it so real?"

    "It makes you rush to undress when it's hot."

    Duan Ming has become accustomed to his frequent colds and fevers: "I don't need to ask, I just know you're going to sweat and go back to the room, and you'll be nauseous."

    Liang Xiao was speechless: "…"

    Liang Xiao's health was really bad in the past few years.

    "How is it—"

    Liang Xiao refuted halfway through, and suddenly felt that this statement was quite good, and nodded happily: "Mr. Huo raised me well."

    Duan Mingzao decided that he was not saved, so he swept Liang Xiao angrily, and asked his assistant to pour a cup of cold medicine and poked him in front of him: "Drink."

    Liang Xiao sneezed again, took the granule and poured it in one breath, rubbing her face, which was still a little hot.

    If you really have a cold, the timing of the card will not delay things at all.

    The pre-production episodes that can be filmed in early spring have been filmed. These days are the scenes where Xiaohou Ye fled with injuries and illnesses. Can't bear to watch more.

    But Director Jin likes to lead him to familiarize with the scene: "This is the stable, this is the broken temple, this is the thatched pile, you have to sleep in these places for a night..."

    Liang Xiao shuddered and didn't think about it again: "Are there many games today?"

    "It's okay." Duan Ming looked at it, "The three scenes are all matinee scenes, almost the same as usual... What's wrong?"

    Liang Xiao coughed and couldn't help showing off: "Mr. Huo has been sleeping on the side these days, I want to go back early today."

    When Liang Xiao woke up this morning, Huo Lan had already started work beside his bed.

    The cloudy day is easy to make people lazy and relaxed, the lights around are warm, Liang Xiaotuan slept warmly and comfortably under the quilt, listening to the slight sound of Huo Lan hitting the keyboard, almost felt it was not in vain this life.

    Although two people lived in a suite before, but living together like this, it feels different after all.

    Duan Ming was surprised: "Mr. Huo sleeps with you?"

    Liang Xiao liked his statement very much, and nodded in delight: "Yes."

    Duan Ming almost felt that a flower was blooming on the top of his head: "Because you blew the master bedroom window?"

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Duan Ming didn't follow him last night. After hearing all kinds of rumors this morning, he was inevitably shocked: "Is it fried with a fairy stick?"

    Liang Xiao was even asked this morning if she used the jumping monkey, and has given up explaining, vicissitudes: "...Yes."

    "I said earlier that this trick is useful." Duan Ming was very interested, "Look back and I'll get you a window hammer..."

    Liang Xiao became angry, dropped the script, turned around and left.

    Liang Xiao asked his assistant to make another cup of cold granules, then came back in a hurry and poured it coldly into the mouth of the manager who got down.