The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    Mr. Liang went down halfway, came out of the bedroom, and took two glasses of Coke.

    …

    "Pretend for the camera."

    Liang Xiao circled back to Huo Lan's desk and discussed with him: "When I go back to my room, I will continue to live like this."

     Mr. Huo is not an insider and doesn't know much about the artist business. Liang Xiao poured him a glass of Coke and explained patiently, "It's just like acting..."

    …also progress.

    At least they know what they don't like and don't agree.

    Liang Xiao looked at Huo Lan, who had a rare temper, and was even a little relieved. After thinking about it for a while, she closed her mouth and stopped talking nonsense, and quietly went around behind him.

    Huo Lan sat silently for a while, but did not hear Liang Xiao continue to speak, and when he looked up, there was no one left.

    Huo Lan's chest sank slightly, his eyebrows frowned, he dropped the report and stood up suddenly.

    Huo Lan's eyes fell on him, his shoulders stretched slightly, and his eyes lowered: "Hold—"

    Liang Xiao was very good at talking, he opened his arms in response, and hugged him firmly.

    "I know you don't like it." Liang Xiao casually rubbed his back, "Be patient, I'll take a vacation after I finish this variety show, take a month off, I'll treat you as a closet secretary."

    Liang Xiao blushed, hugged him and shook it: "Just the two of us. I'm sleepy at noon, I'll sleep in your room."

    Huo Lan obviously couldn't resist this temptation, he breathed involuntarily, and was silent for a while: "I asked them to buy a massage chair."

    "Okay." Liang Xiao's eyes lit up, "I'll pick a brand."

    It has been a year or two for him to think about massage chairs. He used to scan for five minutes every time he went to the mall, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to relive his old dream: "Don't buy too expensive, one function Heaps are useless..."

    Huo Lan nodded and stroked his back.

    Liang Xiao sensed his strength, so he relaxed and leaned against Huo Lan without any bones: "Are you afraid of being disturbed when you are working?"

    Huo Lan shook his head: "To digest and maintain stability, there will be no major work in the second half of the year."

    Liang Xiao was completely relieved: "Then I'll eat, drink, play games, and I'll make trouble with you... and write a note?"

    Huo Lan likes him to mention these things, and the auricle is slightly warm, pursing the corner of his lower lip: "Okay."

    "Then write a note and crumple it into a small ball of paper to hit you." Liang Xiao smiled, "You work hard, earn money to support me..."

    Huo Lan shook his head.

    Liang Xiao didn't expect to shake his head at this stage, and was a little surprised: "Yes-don't like small paper **** or don't want to work hard?"

    Huo Lan looked at him and whispered, "You don't want me to support you."

    Liang Xiao was stunned unconsciously, and only regained consciousness after a few seconds, smiled: "Why did you say this suddenly..."

      I've thought about it, and I won't accept it."

    If it wasn't for the next game with the family split, Liang Xiao was worried about his situation, and even this month's vacation might not be able to rest.

    Liang Xiao has always been proud, Xiaoliang Xiao is so arrogant that he refuses to tell him anything, even swallowing blood and tears in his stomach, the grown-up Liang Xiao is just as proud. There are countless shortcuts, but I have to concentrate on the most difficult thorny road.

    On the set today, Liang Xiao repeated those few scenes over and over again, and he was bruised. The last time he was completely exhausted, he was almost unable to stand up, and when he smiled and waved to say that he was fine, Huo Lan was actually on the sidelines.

    He didn't want to distract Liang Xiao, so he didn't approach to disturb or bring up the matter.

    "I don't need to talk about this in the future." Huo Lan took the safflower oil, ironed it in the palm of his hand, and slowly pushed and rubbed the congestion on his shoulders, neck and back, "My sense of achievement did not come from the original. about this kind of thing.”

    Liang Xiao could never stand his overly frank remarks, cleared his throat, turned his head and smiled: "Okay, don't talk about this..."

    Huo Lan gently kissed his eyes: "My highest achievement is meeting you."

    Huo Lan easily doesn't say love words, every time he says it, it's a k.o level that makes him completely helpless.

    Whoever says that they don't understand the style, they should all pull out to build a snowman.

    Liang Xiao didn't want to be unsatisfactory at the moment, took a breath, looked up and wanted to smile at him, but was caught off guard for a moment: "..."

    Huo Lan covered him with one hand, holding a document in his hand, helping him to block the small hailstones that fell on the ground.

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Huo Lan: “…”

    Huo Lan was also a little unpredictable about such a situation, he blocked him by instinct, silently looked at the small ice cubes all over the bed, and tried his best to praise him: "It's so good... Very even."

    Liang Xiao was embarrassed, so embarrassed, he sealed their mouths, took safflower oil, and plunged into the bathroom.

    In the next few days, Mr. Liang was taken to bed in a daze by Mr. Huo's overly frank and candid words, and failed to successfully complete the arduous task of persuading Mr. Huo to open business.

    "It's not a success."

    Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed and reflected deeply: "Wait tonight, I will definitely-"

    "It's over tonight." Duan Ming sighed, "Mr. Huo will definitely celebrate for you."

    Liang Xiao opened her mouth and felt a little moved.

    Duan Ming: "In the last scene, the crew will set off fireworks. It's really beautiful."

    Liang Xiao's ears were hot, so she put a little ice ball on herself and wrapped it with a towel.

    Duan Ming: "The crew has prepared a cake for you, Mr. Huo will most likely come and cut it with you, the first piece will be given to you, congratulations on finishing it..."

    Liang Xiao died first, and her eyes were red and closed: "When the variety show starts shooting, I will definitely persuade Mr. Huo."

    Duan Ming looked at him for a long time, some vicissitudes, patted him on the shoulder, took the script with his assistant and left.

    …

    In the last scene, Liang Xiao doesn't need to specifically say words, the script has already been memorized.

    These days, the crew moved places while filming, moving all the way from the lush windbreak forest to the edge of the Gobi Desert. The camera can already see the desolate scenery.

    Several special effects makeup artists finally added blood to his body, in order to make every wound as realistic as possible.

    "No problem." The assistant director ran over, "All departments are in place."

    Liang Xiao was ready and got on his horse.

    Jin Zhenbo was completely relieved of him. He didn't say much about the drama. He confirmed the angles of several sets of shots and waved his hand: "Let's start."

    The castanets in the hand of the clerk knocked down.

    "The 92nd scene of "Cloud Flag", start!"

    The camera is raised and swept across, and the Gobi is barren.

    The 92nd scene of "Cloud Flag".

    The horse's hooves stepped on the dust, and the warm blood smashed it back to the ground.

    Yun Lang's cheeks were stained with blood, and Shaoxiu's face was murderous.

    Yun Lang tore off the inner cloth strip, bit one end, and tied the pewter gun barrel and hand tightly together.

    The 92nd scene of "Cloud Flag".

    "What the **** are you doing?"

      It is impossible to be forgiven!"

    Unmoved, Yun Lang shot back and stabbed the Rong Di man who touched him behind him.

      He is like a dog, he doesn’t even know how to resist, he only knows how to farm, and he only knows how to beg for mercy…”

    Yun Lang: "They should only know how to farm."

    The leader of Rong Di was stunned.

    Between life and death, there is no room for sloppiness. Yun Lang stabbed his shoulder with a spear and a strong wind in his hand, bringing out a puddle of blood.

    The 92nd scene of "Cloud Flag".

    "Our territory, our people."

    Yun Lang's moves were ruthless and merciless, forcing him to death: "Their ancestors are here for generations, they should only know how to farm, only know how to live and work in peace, and only know how to be safe."

    "Behind me, there is a wider territory and more people."

    The eyes are dazzling and cold: "The fisherman and the woodcutter, the farmer, the scholar, the farmer, the businessman, there are too many ways to live, and you shouldn't fight."

    The two were too close, and the eagle shooter in the distance could not shoot the arrow. The leader of Rong Di looked at the tip of the gun that was close at hand, his face pale.

    "It was you who drew them into the war." Yun Lang stabbed him in the chest and sneered in a low voice, "Now you ask me, why?"

    The 92nd scene of "Cloud Flag".

    The bowstring banged, and the eagle archer's powerful crossbow shot out sharp arrows.

    Yun Lang held the spear and steered the horse without dodging or dodging. The gun rod in his hand pressed the horse and sent it forward fiercely, completely piercing the heart of the leader of the Rong and Di.

    The arrows roared and broke through the wind, and the young general's thin shoulders followed and shook again.

    The blood oozes out.

    "Cloud Flag" Scene 92 and Six Scenes.

    Wolf smoke, remnants, refugees.

    The twilight was stained with blood, and the warhorse neighed.

    …

    The Ninety-third Scene of "Cloud Flag".

    It was completely dark.

    The pursuit of Yunlang from thousands of miles arrived, and the flames of war had burned to ashes.

    The headed guard dismounted and knelt down on one knee.

    "Remnant soldiers died for the country." Yun Lang said, "The local recruits soldiers, and the refugees join the army."

    Yun Lang: "No one begs for mercy, no one steals his life."

    The guard called someone to remember and whispered, "Major General."

    Yun Lang didn't look at them, touched the fireworks, lit fireworks by himself, and let go.

    He was bleeding so much that there was almost nothing left to touch. The guard didn't dare to move rashly, and knelt closer: "Major General—"

    Yun Lang frowned, turned his head slightly to avoid it, and touched a fireworks again.

    The guard knelt down and changed his mouth: "Little Marquis."

    It has been a long time since Yun Lang was called like that, his eyes moved, watching the fireworks bloom one by one in the night sky.

    The guards tried to help him, but Yun Lang kicked him away.

    The guard froze for a moment, then turned around and pointed in a direction.

    Yun Lang touched a squib, shot it in his hand, swayed and flew out, blasting an inconspicuous ball.

    "Little Marquis." The guard couldn't bear it any longer, and walked forward on his knees, choked up, "Come back with us, heal the wounds as soon as possible, or there may be a way to live-"

    Yun Langzao had nowhere to go, too lazy to listen to this, closed his eyes.

    Yun Lang was so injured that he couldn't touch him anymore, because this time he was affected, and he coughed up some blood.

    The guard shouted: "Little Marquis!"

    Yun Lang frowned, closed his eyes and took a breath: "Don't move..."

    Yun Lang: "It hurts."

    His tone was full of arrogance and dissatisfaction, but his voice was extraordinarily vague and low, almost whispering.

    The guards did not dare to act rashly.

    The fireworks are not finished, the wolf smoke has been extinguished.

    …

    "Card!"

    Jin Zhenlang breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up: "Groups a and c withdraw the shots, and the drones of group b chase the distant view, and call it a day!"

    Several groups of directors responded to the sound, and the sidelines were silent for a night, and cheers erupted instantly.

    "Congratulations and congratulations." The production director smiled brightly, and brought the assistant director to push the cake, "Liang Xiao has worked hard, congratulations on finishing!"

    Finally, the day came to the end of the starring role, and most of the crew came here on purpose, held their breath and followed for most of the night. .

    Liang Xiao saw Huo Lan in the crowd at a glance, his spirits refreshed, he jumped up with his arms up, and ran two steps with a prop arrow poked all over his body.

    The visual effect is too scary, he didn't run very far and was hurriedly overtaken by the props, and pulled out all the arrows of the props.

    "It's absolutely amazing." The producer was engrossed in following him for a night, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, and walked over quickly, "It's hard work, it's not easy for everyone."

    The producer helped the props to clean up Liang Xiao together, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful, Director Jin can't make a mistake."

    Liang Xiao also reacted to the artificial plasma in her body, opened her arms to let the props handle it, smiled and said thanks.

    The producer handed him a towel: "Why are you throwing that squib in the direction of the capital? Is it a hope? Who in the cloud is sending good news..."

    Liang Xiao deliberately discussed this plot with the screenwriter, and shook his head honestly: "I want to blow up the capital."

    Producer: "…"

    "The benevolent sees the benevolence, and the wise sees the wisdom." The screenwriter has a good attitude and waved his hand with a smile, "When it is broadcast, there may be eighteen different characters' inner analysis on the Internet."

    Yun Lang is a major general and a arrogant young master. After what must be done, the young master who can't control his temper will naturally rebel.

    Being so wronged, 2,000 miles were crushed and swallowed with blood. If he really had a chance to go back, he might really fire a cannon and scare the splendid clothes and food in the palace.

    The screenwriter set up several branch lines, all of which were cut down by Director Jin, and I still regret it now: "He actually has a place to go back..."

    Liang Xiao carefully wiped his face and hands, thanked him, returned the towel, and helped with ideas: "You secretly release the script of the little emperor and let everyone write fanfiction. ."

    The screenwriter's eyes lit up, he nodded in agreement, took out a notebook and made two notes: "Did Mr. Pei Guang do this in the "Sui Chu" crew? How was the response?"

    Liang Xiao opened her mouth and coughed lightly.

    …

    Mr. Pei Guang has never done this before, but Mr. Pei Guang directly asked him to take a video.

    Being hooked by that scene, the audience has almost caught up to the end, and they lost their tears.

    Now, some people have vaguely noticed that they have been fooled. Under the official blog of the crew, the rivers and mountains are red, and all the spicy chicken crew also complained of my blood and tears.

    Liang Xiao didn't dare to teach this kind of experience, so he vaguely agreed. Just as he was about to find Huo Lan, his eyes lit up uncontrollably as soon as he looked up.

    Huo Lan didn't wait for him outside, separated the crowd, and walked quickly to him.

    Jin Zhenbo just finished staring at the aerial shots of group b, and after high fives with everyone in turn, he came over to give the star a high five, but was dragged away by one arm from the screenwriter and producer.

    …

    Huo Lan's eyes fell on him, his chest heaving slightly.

    Huo Lan embraced him.

    Liang Xiao was caught off guard, and her heart skipped a beat.

    Huo Lan's body temperature was constant and warm, and through the coolness of the fresh snow, it was firmly attached to his chest.

    Liang Xiao took a deep breath and couldn't help but heartache: "It's not easy to wash..."

    Huo Lan tightened his arms and whispered, "Don't worry about it."

    Liang Xiao was determined to cultivate the excellent quality of diligence and thrift for Mr. Huo. He raised his head and opened his mouth, his chest was full of warmth after all, and he pulled the corners of his mouth, unable to speak.

    Liang Xiao closed her eyes for a while, smiled softly, and buried herself in Huo Lan's neck.

    "It's hard work." Huo Lan stroked his hair and was silent for a while, "It's playing...very well."

    He is not very clear about the specific shooting process of film and television dramas. He has been watching on the sidelines these days, and he has learned a little bit, and he can even guess how much hard work Liang Xiao has put into it.

    Huo Lan hugged him and could almost feel that Liang Xiao was much thinner than before the shooting.

    The filming task is already heavy enough, Liang Xiao comes back from the play every day, and he has to try his best to do his ideological work.

    Huo Lan closed his eyes, and finally couldn't hold back his remorse: "I'm sorry."

    Liang Xiao was still enjoying the hug of the victory meeting, when she heard the words, she was stunned and opened her eyes: "What?"

    "Variety." Huo Lan said, "I will do as you say."

    "Contract relationship, keep your distance." Huo Lan repeated in a low voice, "Pretend... not familiar."

    Liang Xiao didn't think about how Huo Lan suddenly persuaded herself, opened her mouth, or her heart softened by Mr. Huo's too low aura, Hu Lu Hu Lu his back: "It's okay, it's only a week at most, just hold it in front of people."

    Liang Xiao tugged at his sleeve: "First... try it?"

    Huo Lan said softly: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao: "Keep your distance."

    Huo Lan lowered his eyes: "Yeah."

    Duan Ming passed by these two people who had been hugging each other for five minutes, and heard the dialogue word by word: "..."

    Mr. Huo did what he said, released his arms rigorously, stepped back with the blood plasma just rubbed off Mr. Liang's body, and temporarily returned the just-finished star to the crew.

    "Brother Duan, Mr. Huo agrees!" The assistant was very excited and dragged the agent to inquire in a low voice, "Is there any problem this time? Should we use—"

    "Shh." Duan Ming covered his mouth, "Look."

    The assistant opened his eyes and followed him with a bated breath.

    Liang Xiao was naturally likable and had a very good relationship with everyone in the crew. After congratulating each other, everyone generously took a group photo, shook hands and hugged.

    Mr. Huo was calm and steady, standing on the sidelines, the blood on his body formed a thin ice ball.

    Liang Xiao was instigated to cut the cake, and before she could steal the first piece for them, Mr. Huo, Jin Dao did his part to take it away and took a bite.

     Mr. Huo was cold and calm, and the little snowflake above his head twirled.

    Liang Xiaoyan quickly grabbed the second piece and shoved it into Huo Lan's hands.

    These days of hard work and pressure rarely have a way to vent, a group of people are messing around, smashing cakes, even eating and making trouble, I don’t know who is making fun, hug Liang Xiao in his arms Legs threw up.

    Duan Ming covered his assistant's mouth and counted while watching: "One, two, three—"

    Liang Xiao opened his eyes, froze for a moment, and reminded him in a low voice: "Distance——"

    Huo Lanshuang's sword and sword, guarding Mr. Liang who was not familiar with him at all, calmly nodded towards the confused director eating the cake.

    Keep your distance and take people off the set.