The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    The filming of the day went well.

    Liang Xiao was not used to it, and was not affected by the insignificant cold in the field, and solidly completed the established shooting tasks.

    "No thanks, I'll give him these too."

     Director Jin decides: "Take it back and blow up his window if anyone doesn't like it."

    "..." Liang Xiao continued the big scene, rarely drank water, and coughed twice: "Director Jin."

    Jin Zhenbo frowned and looked at him: "Have a cold?"

    Liang Xiao didn't feel that she was so sick this time, so she was stunned: "You can see it all?"

    "It's the flu season again, and the crew has recruited several."

    The director of production came over and gave him two bags of Banlangen: "Director Jin is nervous now watching anyone coughing."

    Liang Xiao Banlangen still has at least two boxes in stock.

    "Pay attention to protection and say if you need a break."

    Jin Zhenbo is not so tyrant, and he is not in a hurry about the shooting schedule: "The schedule is not too tight, the big deal is to shoot a few more supporting roles."

    "Thank you." Liang Xiao nodded, "I don't need it for the time being. I will tell the crew if there are special circumstances."

    Jin Zhenbo looked at him, and without much persuasion, went to watch the monitor playback with the assistant director.

    Liang Xiao smiled: "Director Jin is good for me, so he is strict."

    Seeing that he did not have any dissatisfaction or resistance, the production director was relieved: "Yes, he will be strict with whoever he sees is promising."

    Liang Xiao's adjustment of the character is to meet the requirements of the crew, and this new set of hard photos of the elite style is undoubtedly for this, the production director is particularly pleased: "There are not many people who are willing to cooperate with the crew in this way. Well... the star crown really has nothing to say."

    Too much too much, Star Crown did not deliberately guide her during this time, but as soon as this photo of Liang Xiao was released, it still attracted a wave of attention.

      a lot of convenience.

    "And the rumor that you were kidnapped."

    The director of production took the propaganda mouth and couldn't help eating the melon, and asked him: "Is it true? When you were a child..."

    Liang Xiao laughed: "It's fake."

    The production director was a little disappointed: "Oh."

    "Someone was trying to dig up my past material recently, and I found a few more explanations... Make the water a little more muddy."

    Liang Xiao apologized: "It will not affect the promotion of the crew."

    "Besides, you're just starting now. I'll mess with you when you're not standing still. If you don't make small moves, it's not normal."

      Don't be afraid of them being smeared."

    Liang Xiao smiled and said nothing.

    The director of production is unfortunate.

    The next day, Liang Xiao was dragged to the sidelines by Duan Ming after the play.

    "Don't worry, it's not a big deal."

    Duan was obviously more anxious than him, and frowned: "These people don't know where they are going from corners to corners... They picked up something about your college days."

    Liang Xiao already felt the urge to catch a cold today, asked the assistant for a tissue and coughed twice.

    Duan Ming is worried: "Does it matter?"

    "It's alright, I have a cough, and my mouth has no taste."

    Liang Xiao didn't take it seriously, turned over his snack box: "Is there any sugar?"

    "Yes, Mr. Huo asked the team to buy them." Duan Ming found several for him, "Which one do you want?"

    Liang Xiao usually eats anything, but when he catches a cold, he is hypocritical.

    Duan Ming got angry: "I want two catties of sugar for you?"

    "No need." Liang Xiao coughed, "The brand I often eat will do."

    "You can't eat that brand that you often eat, and it's not even for dozens of kilometers."

    Duan Ming shattered his dream: "If you let them buy it, you don't know what to buy. Last time and last time, you bought the wrong one. You don't say anything about pineapple and grapefruit. Don't you like to eat?"

    Duan Ming couldn't help but ask him, "Does that brand have a hundred flavors?"

    Liang Xiao took it from Mr. Huo every time. I didn't pay attention. I didn't expect it to be so complicated.

    Liang Xiao peeled off a piece and put it in his mouth: "What's the matter with my university?"

    "Only the part-time ones...your school still has records."

    Duan Ming felt uncomfortable for him, and didn't want to elaborate: "It happens that we are trying to make sure that there is no shortage of money, and the statement that your little master was kidnapped and caused the outbreak of pheromones is also widely accepted. defaulted."

    Duan Ming frowned: "There was no problem, but this way, your resume is in conflict with these two. They use this to prove that you are not doing well in college..."

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "I didn't do well in college?!"

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Duan Ming thought about the full part-time information that was exposed, and couldn't help frowning: "How did you live before college?"

    Liang Xiao has been repeatedly asked about this recently. She pressed her forehead, but she was a little embarrassed: "Did they not find out?"

    "Not yet." Duan Ming frowned and helped him sit down, "The Star Crown has sent people to infiltrate, and I have followed the vine to investigate. It is a gossip operation team that specializes in stealing people's backgrounds."

    Liang Xiao took a sip of Banlangen, nodded and sighed: "Mr. Huo still wants to buy Longtao as soon as possible."

    "..." Duan Ming doesn't have many chances to listen to this kind of domineering argument. I don't know what he has learned from Mr. Huo recently, so he glanced at him: "Don't underestimate this group of people, in the circle Many people have been attacked by them, and in the end, most of them used money to cover up the disaster."

    Liang Xiao's resume is not a big problem, but after all, his childhood experience was buried in a mine, and it fell into the hands of someone who was interested.

     Regardless of this, some people in his group of photos have begun to question, according to Liang Xiao's living standard in college, he can't afford the price of this suit.

    Liang Xiao thought about it for a while: "I had a tough time in college before, but I worked hard in college..."

    Duan Ming pressed his forehead: "I picked up a ring, is there a sealed future actor becoming a **** system?"

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Liang Xiao tried his best to keep the setting: "Fry in Bitcoin? I have a special talent in business."

    Duan Ming reminded him: "You were flying around in the sky two years ago with Wia Tchaike hanging."

    Liang Xiao gave up: "Personal hobby."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Duan Ming took him out of his temper and sighed: "The best way is actually to tell the truth, a lie on top of a lie, sooner or later problems will arise."

    Liang Xiao's identity when he was a child was indeed buried in thunder, but the initiator was not visible, and he did not dare to jump out of the path of death, and there were not many clues and evidences that could be found.

    At present, the conflict between the characters is not resolved, let it continue to develop, and it will be a matter of time before the speculation of being nurtured.

     "Mr. Huo ... originally intended to disclose your relationship."

    Duan Ming whispered to him: "Now is the time."

    Liang Xiao shook his head: "It's timing for me, not for Star Crown."

    Now that it is public, according to Huo Lan's temper, he will tell the truth. It is naturally a good thing for him, the two are in love with each other freely, and the rumors of support are self-defeating.

    "But I don't have enough qualifications to traffic right now, everything is just getting started."

    Liang Xiao: "I am an artist of Star Crown, and Mr. Huo is with me. Even if the artists inside Star Crown don't think much, the outside will force their fans to think more."

    How can he get resources, and why are these resources not in the hands of other artists.

    Star Crown has always been known for its fairness, but there is inevitable competition in the circle, and some people's resources are not good enough. As long as fans are slightly guided by caring people, conspiracy theories will not worry about no market.

    Once there is trouble, Star Crown’s stock price and reputation will suffer.

    Duan Ming also knows this, so he will stop Huo Lan at the reception, and he is in a dilemma: "Yes... But now we have to deal with it."

    Duan Ming frowned: "These man-made forces have already risen, and it is too obvious to suppress them hard. If they want to make trouble, the star crown can't control it. At that time, some people really doubt you are Only by being nurtured and so on have the money, and the words are much more ugly than they are now."

    Liang Xiao nodded thoughtfully: "I know."

    Duan Ming reminded him: "If it really breaks out, Star Crown can't control Mr. Huo."

    “…” Liang Xiao pressed his forehead: “I know.”

    Huo Lan originally stood upright, and the Star Crown did not rely on crooked ways to reach today, but relying on a few dangers to win. Attracted a group of powerful artists.

    Even if every minister knows that the president has a close relationship with him, the resources that Liang Xiao can get now are also evaluated and confirmed to be suitable for obtaining based on strength.

    According to their general manager Huo's temper, maybe they can't understand why they fall in love with the person they like, and it has something to do with the company's internal resource allocation.

    Liang Xiao's face was a little hot, and he rubbed his hands: "Looking at it this way... there is only one way left."

    Duan Ming: "What?"

     "Find out our contract, add a zero at the end, and take a bite of one million."

    Liang Xiao: "Self-reliance and fortune."

    Liang Xiao was righteous and awe-inspiring: "Let President Huo come forward and return my innocence."

    …

    Duan Ming almost forgot about this, his eyes widened in amazement for a long time, but he could not refute: "You are right..."

    Not only explained the reason for getting rich, but also explained the reason for the intersection with Mr. Huo.

    Liang Xiao raised his hand and gave him a slap.

    Duan Ming's expected measures were far from this. He was inexplicably persuaded, stood up, and went to discuss with the Star Crown team in a trance.

    On the way back to the hotel, Liang Xiao was so sleepy because of the cold medicine, leaned on the back of the chair and slept for a while.

    In a daze, I had another dream.

    It's weird to say that every time he was forcibly pulled out of the mess in the past, thinking about Huo Lan falling asleep, he would eventually dream of the hut in Jiangnan.

    Liang Xiao deeply spurned his own scumbag behavior in his dream, but he couldn't help but opened the door.

    The house was empty and nothing.

    Liang Xiao's heart sank.

    He knew when he was dreaming.

    After going to college, Liang Xiao also ran a lot of small studios to earn money. He never entered Jiangnan three times, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore.

    Liang Xiao, who ran away with the bed and blankets back then, returned everything, but the key was not reluctant, so she kept it close to her body, and when she felt homesick, she secretly touched it.

    There was a holiday in school during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year. He was alone in the dormitory, and he knelt for ten games in a row, and his mentality finally collapsed.

    Liang Xiao bought a train ticket overnight and went to Jiangnan with the key.

    It has been four years, Liang Xiao originally thought that he had almost forgotten about the road. When he got off the train, his legs did not even ask for the will of his brain, and he turned into the familiar high-end area. community.

    On the way back, Liang Xiao actually thought about a lot of possibilities.

    Liang Xiao even made preparations, as long as the lock was changed, he took the key to the flower bed downstairs of their house, coughed and cried, and buried the key with the petals.

    …

    Liang Xiao, a young man at that time, was already consciously living a good life. He deliberately wore the best clothes he bought, but he couldn't hold back his nervous heartbeat. He quickly pulled out the key and ran away, looking for a home. The bathroom center with haircut styling was carefully cleaned up.

    My hair was deliberately smeared with about ten tons of hairspray.

    He also thought about it, if the other party is still angry with him, he will coax him, if he wants to beat him, he will be next to him.

    If I don't get mad at him, I'd like to hug him...

    Liang Xiao didn't dare to think about it at that time, so he deliberately stuffed several layers of thick cardboard into his clothes.

    In the scene where the dream was still in front of her eyes, Liang Xiao frowned, feeling uncomfortable being shaken by the oncoming headlights, and turned sideways.

    The picture in the dream is exactly the same as the one I saw at that time.

    The door opened and it was empty.

    Nothing.

    No Jiangnanye A, no bookshelves as many as three walls in memory, no wooden desk where he secretly carved several QAQs.

    There is no workbook that almost tortured him insane, no reference book that hits the wall with his back.

    Liang Xiao stood at the door dazedly for about ten minutes, found his legs, and walked in slowly.

    The hand he held the key couldn't help shaking, so he could only hold it with the other hand, and closed the door with the help of his shoulder.

    Liang Xiao thought about it, took out the cardboard from the clothes to prevent being beaten, put on a mask and cleaned the house.

    The sofa cover was also removed, washed, and dried on the balcony.

    Liang Xiao walked around the house twice, spread the thick cardboard on the sofa, lay down and tried to roll a few times.

    In the empty room, Liang Xiao held the key and curled up into a small ball little by little.

    …

    Liang Xiao actually didn't like this dream very much, she frowned and tried her best to wake up, but she couldn't open her eyes.

    Fireworks are being set off outside the window, there is probably some kind of celebration, and the voices are extraordinarily cheerful.

    The young Liang Xiao slept in an empty room for the night, and accidentally caught a cold the next morning. Go downstairs step by step.

    The young Liang Xiao wanted to cry and cough while burying the keys and petals in the flower bed.

    No more crying.

    The time line in the dream finally made it to the fireworks, Liang Xiao's closed eyes were a little uncomfortable because of the light, and he subconsciously hid, and was about to turn over when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

    Liang Xiao's chest suddenly tightened, and there was no more breath left, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

    He didn't know when he returned to the hotel, lying on the side bed with a very familiar hanging bottle stuck on the back of his hand.

    The house was empty.

    Liang Xiao pulled out the needle and got out of bed, swaying out top-heavy.

    Running to the living room, he slammed into his wide chest and shoulders, and was caught by the cool snow.

    Liang Xiao's chest rose and fell several times, the pain was so severe, she held her wrist in one bite to endure it, lowered her hair and trembled, tears streaming out silently.

    He didn't want to see clearly, so he wiped his eyes a few times, and hurriedly hugged him tightly, panting and looking up.

    Huo Lan just came back, and he was all in the dust, his left hand was still holding the door lock, and his right hand was holding him firmly.

    Liang Xiao's voice was hoarse, and she said with difficulty: "Huo——"

    Huo Lan lowered her head, hugged Liang Xiao's taut thin back, and kissed him.

    Huo Lan kissed him and fed him a piece of fruit that suits Mr. Liang's taste the most, not to mention that he would have to drive dozens of kilometers, and Mr. Huo would buy it in person before he could buy the understandable fruit candy.