The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    The sugar is too sweet.

    Liang Xiao hurriedly closed her eyes in pain and groaned.

    "Don't...I have a cold."

    Liang Xiao slowed down for a while, woke up a little from the boundary between dream and reality, and avoided it: "The director of production said it was the flu, and it was easy to spread—"

    Huo Lan hugged his sweaty back, kissed Liang Xiao's lips, and hugged him whole.

    Huo Lan hugged him and went straight to the side.

    "I'm here." Huo Lan kissed him gently, "I won't go."

    Liang Xiao tried her best to pick the corner of her mouth: "I know."

    Huo Lan looked at his trembling hand clutching at the hem of his clothes, without speaking, his palm wrapped around Liang Xiao's pale knuckles.

    He couldn't calm down in the side bedroom and went downstairs, wanting to wait for Mr. Liang to go back to work together.

    Liang Xiao was already asleep when he came back. The manager originally wanted to shake Liang Xiao up, but Huo Lan was not disturbed and carried Liang Xiao back to the room.

    There was nothing unusual at first, but after sleeping for less than half an hour, Liang Xiao began to have nightmares.

     Silent, clenched teeth.

    Huo Lan couldn't wake him up, so he urgently found a doctor for examination, and confirmed that it was just a cold and a lot of stress recently, but he still couldn't rest assured, and stayed at the bedside until midnight.

    Huo Lan couldn't sit still, and asked from the agent that Mr. Liang wanted to eat a candy.

    "Sorry."

    Huo Lan stroked his back over and over again, and said softly, "It won't happen again."

    Liang Xiao was wrapped in the warmth of his body, so he recovered a lot, and his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Blame me, I was surprised."

    Huo Lan is going to buy him candy. It's interesting to hide this kind of thing before, but if you don't hide it later, there will be no surprises at all.

    Next time Huo Lan goes out again, he can still ambush at the door, take advantage of the opportunity to open the door and jump up and slap them on Mr. Huo, giving Huo Lan a surprise plus from the sky.

    Liang Xiao cherished this opportunity, sniffing her nose and making her ears red, and muttered in a low voice: "Really, you mustn't tell me in advance—"

    Huo Lan softly said, "I will take you with me."

    Liang Xiao opened his mouth, stunned for a long time, and was overwhelmed by the temptation of this condition: "..."

    Liang Xiao coughed and quickly repented: "...you must tell me in advance."

    Huo Lan stared at him for a while, and confirmed that Liang Xiao's complexion was much better than before, and the corners of his lips also pursed.

    Huo Lan hugged him, let Liang Xiao relax and lean on him, and nodded.

    Liang Xiao rubbed against his neck, a little embarrassed: "Are you scared? I'm fine... It's just a cold."

      I slept soundly and had nightmares, but it's actually fine..."

    Huo Lan whispered: "What dream?"

    Liang Xiao was stunned, lowered her head and smiled, but said nothing.

    Huo Lan didn't ask him any further, looked down at Liang Xiao for a while, and said softly, "Wait for me."

    Liang Xiao guessed that he was going to get something, and raised his hand: "I want to eat instant noodles."

    Huo Lan was slightly startled: "What?"

    "I just want instant noodles."

    Huo Lan listened quietly and wrote down: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao is arrogant: "I want to put a ham sausage."

    Huo Lan pursed the corner of his lower lip: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao has already lost a lot of people tonight, not so bad, the art master is bold: "I want to kiss again."

    Huo Lan was about to respond when he heard the words, his arms still wrapped around him, and his eyes fell on him.

    "No sugar."

    Huo Lan bought the sugar all the way, and Liang Xiao was very distressed, and was reluctant to waste it like this: "Just, just give it a kiss."

    Liang Xiao thought very well: "If I don't open my mouth, it shouldn't be contagious..."

    Huo Lan didn't let him finish, he hugged his shoulders, lowered his head and kissed Liang Xiao.

    Liang Xiao was afraid that he might catch a cold together with him, so he noticed Huo Lan's intention, moved unconsciously, and avoided the side.

    As soon as she dodged, she was surrounded by Huo Lan.

    Huo Lan's breath was also a little unstable, he pressed his forehead, and his voice was hoarse: "I want to kiss you."

    Liang Xiao couldn't stand this, so excited by their subwoofer, Mr. Huo opened his mouth subconsciously, and was kissed by Huo Lan.

    Huo Lan held his hand, closed his eyes and kissed him wholeheartedly, suddenly there was some sweetness in Liang Xiao's mouth, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

    Liang Xiao was nervous and swallowed.

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Huo Lan pulled back slightly, looked at Liang Xiao, flattened his chest, and figured out what was going on.

    Huo Lan's chest hurts: "Why haven't you finished eating yet?"

    "Containing..." Liang Xiao dug and searched for a candy and was caught.

    There is half a piece left, at least ten minutes.

    Huo Lan lowered his eyes to see clearly, without saying anything, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and kissed the forehead: "I'll be back soon."

     Mr. Huo did what he said, and within ten minutes of leaving, he had already returned to the room with the instant noodles ordered by Mr. Liang.

    Liang Xiao hadn't eaten this kind of fast food that was said to be unnutritious for a while, and when he smelled it, he became greedy and sat up neatly.

    "It hasn't been soaked yet." Huo Lan put it aside, held his hand and brought it over, took the medicine box, "Wait to eat."

    Liang Xiao's hand was tossed so miserably, there was a blood line on the back of the hand due to the hastily withdrawing the needle, and a bloodstain that was almost embarrassing was bitten out from the wrist.

    Liang Xiao looked down and was startled: "Is it so miserable..."

    Huo Lan looked up at him, reluctant to speak to him, and calmed down: "Don't do this in the future."

    Liang Xiao couldn't bear to look at it, so she nodded her head without squinting.

    "It's too bad...can bite me."

    Huo Lan took care of the injury on the back of his hand for him. After confirming that his wrist was not bitten, he carefully covered his palm: "I don't need to force."

    Liang Xiao can roughly understand that this sentence means "to make you bite" in their muscular mouth, but still vaguely feel that the whole sentence doesn't sound very right, and nods in a trance :"it is good…"

    Huo Lan didn't want to involve him in his mind, so he didn't mention it any more.

    Liang Xiao was satisfied drinking the soup above, poked a piece of ham sausage, and happily stuffed it into his mouth: "By the way... Mr. Huo, what are you going to get?"

    Huo Lan was asked by him, his shoulders stretched slightly, he was silent for a while and made up his mind, took out a half-old notebook and handed it over.

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "What is it?"

    Huo Lan tightened his hand on the notebook, handed it to him, and withdrew his hand: "Look when you have time."

    He didn't know what Liang Xiao dreamed, but he still guessed it intuitively. Those dreams were undoubtedly related to the old events in Jiangnan.

    They didn't stay together for a long time, but during those years, he may not be the only one who supported him.

    When he was stumbled and stumbled forward by the support of the past, he was not the only one who was bruised and painful by the care and obsession.

    Liang Xiao vaguely felt serious, took it with both hands solemnly, and touched: "Diary?"

    Huo Lan closed her eyes: "Yes."

    This time back to the imperial capital, Huo Lan brought back more than one diary. Except for the one that was locked up and needed to be destroyed, this one remembered the entire contents of Jiangnan.

    "After watching..."

    Huo Lan didn't look at him, whispered: "If you want to ask, you can come to me."

    Liang Xiao nodded subconsciously: "Okay."

    Huo Lan clenched his fist lightly, and changed his words after a moment of silence: "All come to me."

    He never dared to speak out these days, not only because Mr. Liang threw himself up to seal his mouth every time he wanted to tell the truth.

    Huo Lan was not sure, nor did Liang Xiao know what his reaction would be.

    Just like Liang Xiao was not sure whether he would doubt it at first, Huo Lan was also not sure, Liang Xiao matched him with Jiangnan's old acquaintance, and what would he do in the future.

    He did try his best to find Liang Xiao... But as Liang Xiao said, world affairs make people.

    Somehow, he misheard his nickname.

    The drug factory has the wrong name.

    After the two separated, Liang Xiao has come through these years, and it can only be more difficult.

    So even if he can no longer be sure of Liang Xiao's reaction after learning the truth, he has no right to just keep the peace in front of him and not explain it thoroughly without Liang Xiao.

    …

    The attitude of Mr. Huo was too solemn, Liang Xiao took the diary, did not dare to open it immediately, and carefully hid it under the pillow.

    Huo Lan didn't rush him, took the unfinished work and sat at the head of the bed.

    Liang Xiao still had to recite his lines, touched the script, wrapped himself in the quilt and moved closer, and huddled with them, Mr. Huo.

    I couldn't sleep well at night. Early the next morning, Liang Xiao woke up on time and got up, feeling that his head was also a little heavy.

    "Stop taking pictures if you feel uncomfortable."

    Duan Ming accompanied him to the crew, frowning at his face: "It's not that Director Jin forbids you to ask for leave."

    "A few days in advance if you want..." Liang Xiao coughed twice and smiled while holding his forehead, "It's okay, it's not serious."

    The daily shooting progress of the crew is arranged, and preparations will be made two or even three days in advance. The props and sets can still wait. The group performance and the related staff are paid on a daily basis. After an unexpected shutdown for one day, there are a lot of established expenses that have to go to waste.

    Although the crew has a fault-tolerant financial reserve, when they can cooperate as much as possible, Liang Xiao still doesn't want to disrupt the plan.

    Liang Xiao pressed her forehead, took a gel pack and put it on, she couldn't help but took out the diary and glanced at it.

    Duan Ming has been shown by him all morning, he roughly knows his previous situation, and glanced at it: "Where did you see it?"

    Liang Xiao was content: "The cover."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Duan Ming put down the schedule in his hand and put a thermometer in his mouth.

    Liang Xiao coughed, a little embarrassed, and explained, "Look at one page less."

    Liang Xiao held the thermometer and muttered the plan: "A total of 90 pages, read one page every three days, you can read two hundred and seventy days."

    Duan Ming has become accustomed to his problem of keeping everything, and still can't help complaining: "There was a squirrel once, who was reluctant to eat the seeds he picked up, and he was afraid that others would find out and bury them all. Hidden in the ground..."

    The assistant listened to this story more than ten times, looked up from the mobile game, and said happily: "Then it cried hungry in a small garden."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Liang Xiao followed the two people who were single until now.

    The scenes of the crew these days are not heavy, most of them are transitions that have to be filmed without close-up scenes, and the physical requirements are not high, so it is not too difficult to film.

    Liang Xiao just happened to catch up with the plot of the little Marquis who fell ill in the ruined temple. He coughed half-truth for a day, and he was almost speechless when he ended.

    "It's hard work." The assistant director in charge of scheduling greeted him on the sidelines and gave Liang Xiao throat syrup, "The last one, it's over after you cough... You take a rest."

    Liang Xiao didn't think much about it at first. Looking at the medicine prepared in advance, he vaguely felt that something was wrong: "Has Director Jin chatted with Director Song Qi these days?"

    The assistant director was surprised: "How do you know?"

     "Director Song is planning to shoot the award-winning film at the end of the year, and he will borrow camera and art from Director Jin."

    The assistant director told the truth: "Mr. Chen's schedule is tight, he may not have time, he is still negotiating..."

    Liang Xiao rubbed her forehead, took a few mouthfuls of cough syrup, and rinsed her mouth with a change of water.

    People make the best use of their talents.

    "It's fine." Liang Xiao cleared his throat, feeling much better, took the blood bag of props, "Do you have any requirements for the next scene?"

    The assistant director was stunned: "What is the request?"

    Liang Xiao was not sure to what extent Jin Dao Songhua had reached: "For example, when I vomited blood, from which side of the mouth and what shape the blood would splatter..."

    The assistant director listened in awe: "No, no, just show turmoil."

    In this scene, Yun Lang was trapped in a ruined temple due to illness when he was fleeing. When he encountered martial law suddenly in the capital, the bells and drums were silent until the early morning, when the temples and palaces in the city suddenly sounded a long bell.

    The bells lingered, the first emperor died, the golden drum was hurriedly spread on the border, and the wolf smoke seemed to be revived.

    Yun Lang was already drowsy and dying. He choked on blood in the dilapidated temple, got up, and took the last piece of jade pendant to replace the auxiliary medicine.

    Without tormenting in the pot, he chewed and swallowed hard, and walked back to the capital step by step.

    "The late emperor is the only person in the world who still cares about him."

    The assistant director listened to the screenwriter's analysis, and helped him convey: "The sin of their family is real, and they can't be forgiven easily. If it wasn't for the late emperor to send someone to secretly protect him, he wouldn't be able to escape. It went so well."

    Associate Director: "In the last emperor's edict, it specifically said that the world would be amnesty."

    Liang Xiao nodded: "He would have been acquitted and pardoned."

    "But the new emperor who ascended the throne will cut the grass and root, and he will be excluded from the amnesty."

    The deputy director nodded: "The late emperor is no longer there, and he is the only one left in this world."

    In the original script, she was not alone at this point. Yun Lang didn't know that the little emperor who was hit by a chestnut he casually threw a chestnut was also going crazy in Beijing, reckless of the consequences. out.

    The two finally brushed each other's shoulders. The little emperor saved his troops and accumulated food, and rushed to the frontier day and night with the horse that was blackmailed by Yunlang. The embers of the fireworks in Yunlang's hand just Totally cold.

    But after discussing with Director Jin, the screenwriter still cut off other branches, leaving only the father and son of the monarch and minister who were wrapped in the change of the court.

    Liang Xiao knew something, nodded: "I see."

    The assistant director was relieved, and arranged for someone to take him through the lens to fix the light, and then he was busy arranging the camera position.

    This scene went through several times, from the evening until the sky was completely dark.

    Jin Dao did not pursue the shape of hematemesis, but asked Liang Xiao to show the complex and internalized feelings of the character, and the addition of different lights to the light and shadow effects of the lens was different. After repeated attempts, Finally found the best state.

     "It's alright, I have perseverance, and the state of being unwilling to eat the medicine is also very suitable."

     Director Jin looked at the monitor, nodded and praised him: "Not bad."

    Liang Xiao really found it unpalatable, her mouth was full of ups and downs, and her tongue was still numb: "...Thank you."

     Director Jin waved his hand: "Tonight's play, rest tomorrow morning, go back."

    Liang Xiao took the wet wipes and wiped the blood on the corners of her lips and palms.

    The last scene was exhausting and exhausting, and I had to find out the character's feelings. Seeing that there were no big moves, it was not easy to shoot.

    It was not the first time that Liang Xiao was covered in blood. She couldn't help being curious and looked down at her clothes: "What's wrong?"

    "It's okay, let's eat melon."

    The producer was happy and shared with him: "I don't know where the gossip number came from, and the rumors are so frantic."

    The producer gave him his mobile phone: "Isn't there a discussion on the Internet about your background in the past two days? Another statement came out today, and I bought a hot search...I don't know what to think."

    "It's probably inspired by Liang Ge's upper drama."

    A group of people knew about "Sui Chu" and couldn't help laughing out loud.

    Liang Xiao took the phone and looked at it.

    "Okay, everything converges."

    The production director came over to maintain discipline. Seeing Liang Xiao watching seriously, he couldn't help laughing: "It's really outrageous... It seems that he even took a note saying it was evidence."

    "Don't take it seriously, this kind of joke studio will just refute the rumor."

    The production director saw this farce a lot, so he relieved his heart: "What kind of evidence is a note? Next time I write a note saying that I borrowed 10 million yuan from Director Jin, he would not Is paying back the money a beastly heart?"

    No one in the circle is not bothered by these, it is easiest to find a common language with righteous indignation, try to restrain yourself from laughing for a long time, and then gossip and damage the marketing account.

    Duan Ming hurried over, seeing Liang Xiao surrounded by a group of people talking and laughing, his heart sank for the most part.

    Duan Ming quickly grabbed Liang Xiao and said hello to the production director: "The studio has something to do with Liang Xiao..."

    The director of production was very cooperative and nodded: "Come on."

    Duan Ming glanced at Liang Xiao, took the phone back to the producer, and dragged him out of the crowd.

    "Don't worry... It's not a big deal, it's not difficult to clean up."

    Duan Ming found a lounge, let Liang Xiao sit down, and comforted him in a low voice: "Although I don't know why they can't hold their breath, but this is good for us."

    I didn't expect that the stall would be set up so early.

    Now that it is revealed, there will be too much room for manipulation, not to mention that the momentum of "Sui Chu" has just started, and there are many people in the crew who have this view. Although it was on the hot search, most people mocked watching the show, and not many people were really persuaded by the so-called evidence.

    Star Crown also did not start emergency treatment because of this.

    "Maybe it's being pushed by something." Duan Ming whispered, "The dog jumps over the wall... It doesn't matter. We are still acting as a thunderbolt here. Telling them to stab them so recklessly will at most be a squib. already."

    Duan Ming looked at his face and shook his hand twice in front of him: "Are you okay?"

    Liang Xiao returned to his senses and smiled: "Well."

    Liang Xiao thought about it: "The note——"

    Liang Xiao is not sure: "What is written on the note?"

    "I'm not too sure, it hasn't been released completely, it should be reserved."

    Duan Ming: "There is a channel in the star crown, I roughly explored it... It seems to be reserved for their bodyguards."

      "

    Liang Xiao nodded.

    Duan Ming was stunned for two seconds, looked at his face, and his heart sank: "Did you really write? Was it when you were with that person in Jiangnan?"

    "You wrote this... to help him beat their bodyguards?"

    Duan Ming vaguely guessed what was going on, and frowned: "Do you still have contact with that person? Do you know who he is?"

    Liang Xiao: "It's not what he said."

    Duan Ming felt uneasy and whispered, "Don't worry."

    "I'm not in a hurry."

    Liang Xiao shook his head: "I...haven't contacted him yet."

    Liang Xiao tried his best to pick the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Mr. Huo said he wasn't angry with me, and wanted to see me, it's almost these few days."

    Duan Ming opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "Does he know you wrote a note?"

    "I don't know." Liang Xiao said, "I think...he doesn't know."

    Liang Xiao wanted to explain, but she didn't know where to start, so she opened her mouth and fell on the table without coughing.

      Maybe he has a bad relationship with their family..."

      Tossing in the dark at home."

    Liang Xiao nodded: "I know."

    Duan Mingkuai was frightened by him, vaguely feeling that he didn't hear a word of what he said, he held Liang Xiao's head to let him see himself, and he was so hot that he shrank his hand: "Why is it so hot? "

    Liang Xiao was stunned, and tried the temperature by herself: "It's fine."

    "Come less." Duan Ming didn't believe him, "Mr. Huo will come to pick you up in a while, tell me what you are most worried about, and we will help you deal with it immediately."

    Duan Ming tried his best to meet Liang Xiao's gaze and told him to concentrate: "It's okay, with Mr. Huo here, I can handle everything."

    Liang Xiao opened her mouth but was unable to speak.

    The sight is not very clear, Liang Xiao blinked several times, endured the headache, and whispered: "It's not him."

    "It shouldn't be." Duan Ming nodded: "He probably doesn't know."

    Duan Mingkuai was **** off by his wicked fate in Jiangnan, and couldn't help: "If it was him, I would definitely support Mr. Huo and throw him into the sea..."

    Liang Xiao shook his head: "It's not him."

    Duan Ming didn't dare to say anything, he just nodded along with him: "Yes, yes, it's definitely not him."

    Liang Xiao exerted several strengths and stood up against the edge of the table.

    Duan Ming hurriedly stabilized the person: "What are you doing?"

    Liang Xiao was startled: "Remove makeup."

    "No hurry..." Duan Ming was afraid of what would happen if he went to remove his makeup in this state, so he didn't dare to let Liang Xiao go, and pulled him firmly, "You have been thinking about him all these years, so you can Get over it, don't you?"

    Liang Xiao shook her head slightly, closed her eyes a few times, and whispered, "It's not him..."

    Liang Xiao couldn't stand up and bent down.

    "Yes, I know it's not him."

    Duan Ming carefully helped him sit back: "don't think about him, you think about Mr. Huo, think about Mr. Huo."

    Duan Ming remembered something, pulled out the diary and stuffed it to him: "Look at this, just look at this mood."

    Liang Xiao was reluctant to look at it, shook his head, and held the diary in his arms.

    "Look, what if Mr. Huo was the wild A you picked up in Jiangnan?"

    Duan Ming was so anxious that he made up and coaxed him: "Look, everything is right. Mr. Huo was targeted by the family, and those bodyguards were not attentive. You wrote for Mr. Huo. I taught those **** a lesson with the note, and the note fell into the hands of the branch, and Mr. Huo never knew..."

    Liang Xiao was teased by him so much that the corners of his mouth pursed, and he made a low "um", after a while of silence, he regretted it and shook his head: "No."

    Duan Ming was stunned: "What?"

    Liang Xiao: "It can't be Mr. Huo."

    Duan Ming didn't understand: "Why? Mingming—"

    Liang Xiao shook his head and was about to speak when he suddenly raised his head and looked at the door.

    Huo Lanmeifeng frowned, opened the door and walked in, took off his clothes and wrapped Liang Xiao, and took him into his arms: "What's going on?"

    Duan Ming didn't know what to say, he hesitated: "Yes - it's his family..."

    Huo Lan looked at the diary that Liang Xiao was holding in his arms, and said softly, "Didn't you read it?"

    Liang Xiao looked up at him and shook his head.

    He didn't delay, he hugged Liang Xiao and walked out quickly, got into the car, didn't go back to the hotel, and directly called the driver to the hospital.

    "He didn't betray you...he doesn't know."

    Huo Lan held Liang Xiao's hand, gently rubbed his clenched knuckles, and took out the phone that had been turned off earlier and put it aside.

    Huo Lan closed his eyes hard, his voice hoarse: "He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know at all what you have been through, what you have experienced now, and what you have done for him. , just live your own life with peace of mind..."

    Huo Lan carefully kissed Liang Xiao's eyes and whispered, "He's sorry for you, so he never dared to tell you."

    Liang Xiao couldn't hear very clearly, and it was difficult to connect the words into meaning. He leaned against Huo Lan's arm and blinked, trying to smile at him.

    Liang Xiao froze for a moment, then instinctively gathered her mind and raised her head.

    "He's here, holding you."

    Huo Lan closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "How do you punish him."

    Liang Xiao opened his eyes slightly, looked at him in a daze, and reached out to touch his forehead with difficulty.

    "You have a high fever." Huo Lan held his hand, "It's not a hallucination, and I didn't hear it wrong."

    Huo Lan's chest heaved several times: "I thought you would read the diary——"

    Liang Xiao called him softly: "Huo Lan."

    Huo Lan's chest and shoulders throbbed fiercely, and he stopped talking, his eyes fixed on him.

    Liang Xiao held his palm and touched: "Is that you?"

    "Yes." Huo Lan's palm trembled slightly, and tentatively shook back a little bit, "You met me in Jiangnan, and always—"

    Liang Xiao: "How are you doing?"

    Huo Lan was almost out of breath, tried his best to close his eyes, lowered his head and smiled at him: "Very good."

    "Me too—"

    Liang Xiao grinned: "I'm living well too."

    Huo Lan hasn't left any past that Liang Xiao was picked up by the marketing account these days. He poked every piece in his chest, shook his head, and held his hand.

    "Really." Liang Xiao said, "We are all doing well."

    Liang Xiao: "He's not doing well."

    Huo Lan was stunned, unable to speak.

    Liang Xiao: "He worked hard."

    Liang Xiao tried his best to turn over, hug Huo Lan, and kissed his heart: "Don't bully him."

    Huo Lan's arm almost trembled, trying his best to hold Liang Xiao firmly.

    Liang Xiao was worried and held his hand: "Don't——"

    Huo Lan hoarsely: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "Yes."

    Liang Xiao didn't speak anymore, leaned in Huo Lan's arms and closed his eyes.

    Huo Lan took a few breaths, closed his eyes hastily, and wrapped Liang Xiao tightly around his chest.