President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Liang Xiao let go.

Without his agent by his side, he almost thought he was having another dream.

The best dream in years, everything in the house remains the same, there are books on the table, the lights are dim, exercise books are meticulously stacked on the top of the bookshelf, and the plug of the TV is tightly locked with a small padlock.

The furniture that he tossed into a mess according to his inexplicable aesthetics are all silent and standing, keeping the empty position in the memory.

Watch over the morning book, watch over the evening meal, and watch every late night when he sneaks back and is caught by the young Huo Lan who is waiting for him in the living room.

An inch of land is not allowed.

Liang Xiao touched the wallpaper with a familiar material, wanted to enter the door, but withdrew his hand again.

"Yes or no--"

Duan Ming looked at him, hesitantly asked: "Mr. Huo has come back?"

Liang Xiao found his own voice: "I don't know..."

Liang Xiao reluctantly grinned: "Or——I made a mistake before, accidentally entered someone's model house, and fell asleep..."

"Nonsense." Duan Ming glanced at him, "The way home is a good one even in a dream."

Liang Xiao's last breath was also stabbed by the manager, he bent down while holding the door frame, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and regained consciousness for a while.

... It shouldn't be a dream.

Not such a good dream.

Liang Xiao's internal organs were aching from holding back, he opened his eyes, and whispered to his manager: "Brother Duan—"

"..." Duan Ming looked down at the hand pinching his arm, and endured it: "It's not a dream."

Liang Xiao hugged his little water spray gun tightly: "Really?"

Duan Ming really wondered why Liang Xiao hid a water spray gun from his body all the way, wiped the water from his face, and pampered him: "Really."

Liang Xiao let out a long sigh of relief: "Then give me a push..."

Duan Ming was puzzled: "Why?"

"Push me." Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed, "I can't walk anymore."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming didn't flirt with him anymore, he rescued his arm, and kicked the artist who had been dawdling by the door for 5 minutes into the room.

The house is almost the same as before.

Liang Xiao checked each room one by one, and the more he walked, the more reluctant to move, so he sat down at the desk.

Duan Ming was afraid that he would turn into a fountain if he didn't pay attention, so he deliberately talked with Liang Xiao: "This is your position?"

"Yes." Liang Xiao touched the table, feeling deeply in a low voice, "I was here at the time, threatening Mr. Huo if he dared to force me to endorse, I would jump out of the window."

Duan Ming just brewed an emotion: "...Oh."

Liang Xiao wanted to touch everything he saw. He fiddled with the pen holder on the table for a while, then leaned over to pull the drawer: "Then he went out to buy me some snacks."

Duan Ming: "To coax you to endorse the book?"

Liang Xiao shook his head: "To coax me down from the roof."

Liang Xiao still remembered the situation at that time, seeing things and feeling emotional: "He was afraid that I would fall, and he insisted that I fasten the safety rope first, and then be careful when I came down. He followed me below..."

……

Duan Ming couldn't quite understand what was there to miss about these two people's youth, so he moved a small bench and sat on the side, and clapped together.

Liang Xiao himself thought very emotionally, looking for treasures in the drawers one by one: "I saw him following me, so I deliberately stepped on the air to scare him."

Duan Ming finally found an opportunity: "Will President Huo hug you to comfort you?"

Liang Xiao: "Mr. Huo will hug me and let me write a review."

Duan Ming: "..."

Liang Xiao failed to dig out his self-criticism, so he dug through several drawers, saved up a handful of candy, peeled off one and stuffed it into his mouth.

The young Huo Lan was very serious back then, far more ignorant than he is now, and his life entered the serious sunset stage ahead of schedule.You can never tell the difference between joking and seriousness, and you hardly have any interest in life.

Xiao Liangxiao pretended to step on the air, and every time Huo Lan was frightened, he jumped over to pick it up, and tried it repeatedly.

Huo Lan didn't know how to snow when he was a teenager, so he could only criticize him severely when he was so angry, he held his breath and held Xiao Liang Xiao all the way back to the floor of the room, and took a stack of manuscript paper for him to write and check.

I have to recite after I have written it, and strictly guarantee that I will never be careless or willful in the future, and take my own safety as the highest purpose in everything.

At that time, Xiao Liangxiao was often annoyed to the point of collapse, and several times wanted to draw a cat on the face of the serious fat sheep overnight.

Liang Xiao took out a large marker pen, thought about it carefully, and carefully hid it in the deepest corner of the drawer to be safe.

"Can you still eat sugar?"

Duan Ming took a piece of candy and looked at the production date: "It's okay, it's okay, I thought Mr. Huo even kept the candy from back then..."

Liang Xiao smiled: "Actually, quite a few things are new."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment: "Is there?"

"The workbooks are all new class standards." Liang Xiao nodded, "The sofa and bed are also new. I burned a small hole in the carpet, but this time it's gone."

In fact, he didn't know exactly how Huo Lan found the styles that were almost exactly the same as back then, how much effort it took to find them, and when did he start the preparations.

The pictures in the memory are all led by the familiar room, pieced together little by little, so vivid that it is ready to come out.

Liang Xiao clutched his cuffs, quickly rubbed his eyes, and confiscated the candy that the manager was about to peel.

Duan Ming was pinched all the way by his arm, he squeezed the air in astonishment: "I can't even eat a piece of candy?!"

Liang Xiao was also embarrassed: "Downstairs...in the car, we bought it."

He still has to stay at home and wait for Huo Lan to finish work. A whole day may not be enough.

Liang Xiao really didn't want to part with it, so he grabbed the pile of candy and pulled it into his arms twice, his ears burned with embarrassment: "It's also from this brand, take whatever you want..."

Duan Ming finally found an opportunity, immediately got up and left the stage, left him alone, and strode down the stairs.

……

Liang Xiao stood far away at the stairs and waved off the manager, closed the door, turned off the overhead light in the living room, and walked to the window.

He was worried about Huo Lan, and his manager was worried about him. In fact, it was inevitable that there would be a certain juncture, and most people would be able to hold on.

But there are also a lot of ironing posts that should be there.

Liang Xiao walked to the window, watched the car parked downstairs flashing several times, opened the window, and waved down.

The nanny car honked its horn and drove out of the community in a circle.

The room suddenly became clean.

The figure faded away, and the starlight and moonlight outside the window came in, traced a familiar outline on the carpet little by little.

Liang Xiao was not willing to spoil the bedroom, so he picked out a pillow, leaned on the sofa, and took out his cell phone.

Once people are busy, they become very uncomfortable when they are suddenly idle.He has been spinning like a top all these years, and he has settled down during this period of time, and he has taken a few breaths more or less, and he has never been so idle.

Liang Xiao clicked on Weibo and glanced at the half-truths and half-false revelations.

The response plan given by Xingguan is already very comprehensive. As long as you follow it, you don't need to worry about it at all, and you won't make any mistakes.

The best for all.

Liang Xiao read the manuscript for the interview several times, and he had almost memorized it, so he stuffed it into the gap of the sofa, lay down with his arms on his pillow, and closed his eyes.

He actually spent more time sleeping on this bed than on the bed in the bedroom. Huo Lan often stayed up late at night, and he was bored by himself, always coming out to tease the other party to say a few words or do some useless things.

The overly serious and mature teenagers in my memory are boring no matter how they look at them, so boring that people can't help but worry about them, how insane it is to be so boring for a lifetime.

Liang Xiao has always lived happily and at ease, every time he saw Huo Lan make a frame to trap himself to death, he couldn't help but wipe the frame for him, and dragged him out.

After procrastinating for a long time, I suddenly realized that there were two people who couldn't let go.

Liang Xiao opened his eyes, looked at the desk next to the sofa for a while, and a particularly relaxed laziness surged up, dragging him back to the long-lost tranquility little by little.

He hadn't had a dream about a boy for a long time, this time, he was going to dream about Huo Lan.

It was already noon the next day when Huo Lan finally escaped from the program group.

Liang Xiao got up early in the morning, went to the morning market that was about to be demolished, bought rice, noodles, vegetables and meat, and went to the kitchen to work all day, cooking a table full of rare and decent dishes.

When Huo Lan entered, Liang Xiao was concentrating on smashing walnuts.

Unlike Huo Lan, who has been a veteran for many years, Liang Xiao has no experience in this kind of thing. When he hit the hammer, the walnut almost flew towards the door with a strong wind.

Huo Lan got out of the way in time, watching Walnut slamming into the wall aggressively all the way, and bouncing down the stairs: "..."

Liang Xiao held up the hammer: "..."

Abide by laws and regulations, and jointly maintain a good environment in the community.

It can avoid all kinds of personal injury and property loss caused by accidentally stepping on walnuts when going down the stairs.

Liang Xiao really couldn't control the conditioned reflex, jumped up from the sofa, put the hammer into the hands of Mr. Huo, who had returned home after a long journey, and went downstairs to chase walnuts.

Everything happened extremely up and down, Huo Lan stood at the door with a hammer in his hand and was stunned for a long time before he saw Liang Xiao rush upstairs.

"went well?"

Liang Xiao ran fast, with a little sweat on his forehead: "Why so fast? I saw Director Yin posted a post about hitting the wall in Moments, and I thought it was going to be filmed at night..."

Huo Lan stuffed him into his arms and closed his arms.

The chests of the two collided lightly, Liang Xiao opened his mouth, completely forgot what he wanted to say in a blink of an eye, and then raised his arms.

He let Huo Lan hold him, lowered his head and kept quiet, pursed his lips for a while, and his eye circles also turned red.

Liang Xiao hugged Huo Lan back, and rubbed his neck lightly: "Welcome home."

……

Liang Xiao wanted to speak again, but the arms behind him had already tightened as much as possible, tightly fitting the chest, shoulders and heartbeat together.

Liang Xiao rubbed the cloth on his shoulder, raised his head to meet Huo Lan's gaze, and smiled at him.

Huo Lan pursed the corner of his lower lip, wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound, so he raised his hand and gently rubbed his head.

Liang Xiao generously let him rub it, and took the initiative to rub the warm palm covering the top of her hair.

He didn't know how many times such a scene appeared in Huo Lan's dream, maybe every night when he opened the door of the house in his dream, Huo Lan also had the same dream.

Open the door, open the door, open the door...

Open the door and there is nothing.

Liang Xiao took Huo Lan's hand and let him press it on his chest, resting on the beating heart that lightly hit the chest wall.

Huo Lan hugged him and closed the door.

The door lock clicked, Liang Xiao's breathing was light and stagnant, he tilted his head to suppress the moisture in his eyes, smiled and raised his head to speak, but Huo Lang kissed his eyes.

"Thank you." Huo Lan kissed him, "I'm here."

Huo Lan: "I'm here."

……

During the whole meal, Liang Xiao was trying to calm down and hold back tears, trying to stop the hailstorm, and there was no need to worry about why Director Yin hit the wall.

The two of them hadn't sat at home to have a good meal for too long, and finally put down their chopsticks, it was already past the afternoon.

The breath of summer became more and more obvious, and the bright heat pierced through the curtains blindingly, making the wind feel warm and lazy.

Huo Lan got up to do the dishes, but was dragged back by Liang Xiao: "No rush."

Huo Lan stopped following his strength: "What are you going to do?"

Liang Xiao's ears felt hot, he looked at the sofa carpet warmed by the sun, and dragged Huo Lan over.

At the beginning, I would rather bump my head than remove the bookcase, just to let out this piece of sunshine.

Liang Xiao had really been looking forward to it for a long time, because the young Huo Lan was either attending class or studying during this precious time, and had never practiced it, so now he rolled up his sleeves and dismantled the sofa into a different shape.

Huo Lan never knew that his sofa could transform: "When—"

"It's long ago." Liang Xiao yawned, and dragged Huo Lan into the nest together, "Your desk can still be removed."

Huo Lan: "..."

He had never paid attention to what Xiao Liang Xiao did at the beginning, and when Liang Xiao pulled him into the sofa, he suddenly had an idea: "You also modified the hanger?"

"That's right." Liang Xiao adjusted Mr. Huo according to the shape of the sofa, "It's a human shape after a little change, how easy it is to dry clothes without wrinkling..."

Huo Lan pondered for a while, but still didn't say anything about the nanny who came to pick up things at home late at night and was so frightened by the clothes floating on the balcony hangers that night that she resigned.

Liang Xiao was very excited, Huo Lan looked at him quietly for a while, smiled, and stretched out his hand to embrace him.

Liang Xiao was unprepared, and suddenly fell into his arms, lying down wherever he fell, and huddled into a ball peacefully.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room is just right, and Huo Lan's side is also cool, basking in the sun, so comfortable that he is so lazy that he keeps digging out from his bones.

The right time, place and people, Liang Xiao got up too early, almost too sleepy to keep his eyes open: "To be honest, this pheromone is really useful in summer..."

Huo Lan looked down at him, smiled, and took Liang Xiao into his arms: "Go to sleep."

Liang Xiao was a little worried that he would sneak off to study again, so he barely raised one eyelid: "What about you?"

"Together." Huo Lan said softly, "Wake up no earlier than you."

Satisfied, Liang Xiao curled up in the arms of the natural air-conditioning pillow, and fell asleep soundly.

Huo Lan embraced him, looked at him quietly for a long time, kissed him between the brows, and closed his eyes together.

Another day later, Xingguan's team specially came over and took the two of them to the reserved venue.

The promotion of the press conference is still centered on "New Year's Eve", and Huo Lan will attend the press conference at the end as an investor.

According to the arrangement, the reporter from the business section will ask questions first, and Huo Lan will first reply and explain Xingguan's recent big moves.When someone on the entertainment page provoked Liang Xiao's affairs, they took out the pre-prepared contract, and at the same time asked Liang Xiao to come forward formally and jointly give a clarification and reply.

Xingguan has deep resources in the circle, and the arrangement has already been made, and it has also made complete preparations for the reporter's questions.In order to avoid accidents as much as possible, the reporters in charge of "stirring things" specially arranged their own people.

This kind of official press conference has never been held before, Liang Xiao didn't have time to enter the venue, and was surrounded by the over-excited media before he suddenly had a sense of reality about the popularity.

"I've already blocked several calls, and there are still many fans of yours, who came to watch early... There are also many reporters."

Duan Ming rarely dealt with this kind of situation, he felt nervous before he got out of the car, so he explained in a low voice: "It will be more aggressive in a while, you are not allowed to say anything, just be prepared to be blown away."

"..." Liang Xiao was stunned: "Can't you be gentle?"

"You can't be gentle, it's a cold money transaction after all." Duan Ming patted him on the shoulder, "Protect yourself."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Duan Ming added: "A little heavier."

Liang Xiao passionately relived the old dream of his youth last night, but he couldn't bear it anymore: "I have to brew it..."

Duan Ming clicked on Weibo and stuffed it into his hand.

……

The real hammer on the opposite side can't be released until midnight, and Xingguan has to rush to open a press conference to clarify before that. Both sides are accumulating strength.

Where there is fire, there is black. Xingguan has been maintaining Liang Xiao's comment area all this time. After being suppressed for a long time, black people burst out in one breath, and even slaughtered several squares.

They all insist on their own opinions, and those who believe that he and Huo Lan do have a personal relationship all point to the so-called "chaos in the entertainment industry" today, insisting that omega artists are the presidents of film and television companies with unlimited resources and no dignity, wanton cynicism.Those who didn't believe it also secretly poked at the connotation, implying that Liang Xiao took advantage of the situation to stand out and be uncoordinated.

The quarrel between the two sides became more and more intense, and even a lot of old events from that year were revealed, and some people even recalled the old events of Long Tao five years ago in a strange way.

Duan Ming couldn't bear to watch it, he frowned, pinched the phone with two fingers: "Is it brewing?"

Liang Xiao nodded sincerely: "It's ready."

"After the clarification this time, you have to endure it for a while." Duan Ming said, "We can't be caught by others. Let's sacrifice a little and get the star crown out first."

Liang Xiao smiled: "I know."

"It's a big deal to find a mountain valley to film for half a year, and just seize the time to win an award, and get mixed up until the actor returns to his hometown, and join forces."

Duan Ming cheered him up: "At that time, I will say that although you and Mr. Huo were only in a contract at the beginning, you have been in love with each other for a long time..."

Liang Xiao sat up straight and nodded, "I have bitten out my feelings."

"Yes." Duan Ming supported his shoulder, "Are you indifferent?"

Liang Xiao: "...indifferent."

Duan Ming glanced at the sea of ​​people outside the car, opened the door, and dragged him out of the car.

……

"Mr. Liang's side is ready."

The head of the public relations department came over specially, watched the staff turn off the microphone for Huo Lan, and lowered his voice: "Our public opinion is almost in place. As long as you clarify here, we will coordinate immediately."

Huo Lan took the prepared question draft and put the tablet in his hand aside.

"It's only temporary!" The head of the public relations department quickly explained when he saw the comments on Weibo above, "These gossips are the least memorable. This time it has been completely clarified, and it will be reversed after a little operation in the future."

The head of the public relations department has done this kind of thing a lot, and he is very confident: "No one will remember this in the future. In the final analysis, strength is the most important thing in the circle. If Mr. Liang has a work to show, these criticisms can be suppressed."

Huo Lan's expression was flat, and he turned down the tablet: "I know."

His tone was unrecognizable, his shoulders and back were calm, and his brows were reflected by the light of the projector, almost sharp and cold.

The head of the public relations department lost his confidence: "This kind of thing is normal in the circle. No one can completely clean it up. If someone likes it, someone will scold it. If there is no reason for this, there will be another..."

"It's been... not easy for you these years." The head of the public relations department whispered, "The rise and fall of the stock price has little effect on us, but you have paid so much for Huo's, these years—"

The host was already inviting investors to the stage, and the head of the public relations department was inexplicably uneasy, so he took two steps back to make way for him.

The head of the public relations department whispered: "Mr. Huo... are you going to return Mr. Liang's innocence?"

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and lightly touched the cuff button, and took care of it meticulously: "You don't have to return it."

The head of the public relations department was stunned: "What?"

"There is one thing, maybe some people have forgotten."

Huo Lan: "Mr. Liang is clean and innocent from beginning to end."

The head of the public relations department was stunned for a while, then a thought suddenly came to his mind, he didn't know whether to persuade him, so he opened his mouth and looked at Huo Lan uneasily.

Huo Lan wasn't looking at him, but looked across more than half of the venue, and landed on the dark corner behind the curtain with the tightly closed door.

He had had countless dreams and opened countless doors.

The camera turned around, and the noise of the scene faintly followed, and the chasing light shone white in front of people's eyes.

Huo Lan got up and walked towards the microphone.