President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Liang Xiao: "..."

housekeeper:"……"

Liang Xiao sits up.

Thinking about it now, the youth model and "consciously restraining games, growing up healthily and happily" may be some kind of highly directional hints.

If you can't sleep late at night, of course you should grow up healthy and study hard to write and read.

Facing the sonorous and forceful letter of apology, Liang Xiao sat in a daze for a while: "Is there any request?"

The housekeeper didn't seem to expect that he didn't hang up the phone on the spot, so he was stunned for a while, and told the truth: "One..."

Liang Xiao couldn't believe it: "What?"

"One." The butler had no way out, and broke the boat, "Determine your own ideas, choose your own style. Second, draw up your own title and complete the structure."

"..." Liang Xiao: "Three."

Steward: "...the number of words is not limited."

Liang Xiao pressed his forehead, his heart ashamed: "Let me ask a question."

The butler said melancholy: "You ask."

Liang Xiao: "Did Mr. Huo accidentally break up when he was sprinting for the general review at the end of the term?"

……

Early the next morning, when the manager came to deliver breakfast, he was taken aback.

Liang Xiao didn't lie on the bed and struggle with the quilt to the death, and didn't notice him coming in. He was fully dressed and sitting in front of the window, with a piece of paper spread out in front of him and a pen in his hand.

Duan Ming put down the fried dough sticks, and looked a little nervously at his dark circles: "What's wrong?"

Liang Xiao sighed.

Duan Ming was worried that he would stay up late playing games again, so he stared at it for two seconds before turning to his phone to check.

"No." Liang Xiao took it back, "Don't look."

Duan Ming was even more worried, he frowned and poked his forehead: "Why?"

"For your own good."

Liang Xiao was so sleepy that he almost lost his shape, folded the paper and put it close to his body, patted his shoulder, and went to wash up: "There are some things that cannot be seen."

"..." Duan Ming: "What?"

Liang Xiao has gone through many human affairs, and sighed with emotion: "Once you read it, you have to pay the price..."

Duan Ming couldn't understand at all, led back the person who was walking in place with his eyes closed against the wall, moved half a meter parallel to the right, and stuffed it into the bathroom.

He had just received two notices from the production crew, and originally wanted to come over early and tell Liang Xiao by the way, seeing his condition, he didn't dare to bring up serious matters: "You're so sleepy, didn't you sleep well last night?"

More than not sleeping well.

Didn't even sleep.

Liang Xiao let out another long sigh, stared dazedly after washing, came out of the bathroom, and took the soy milk from the manager's hand.

He still has two scenes this morning, and he has a lot of roles. He is going to lie to the protagonist's eldest brother, Jing Ming, the chairman of the Jing family, and he has a lot of awkward lines.

I originally planned to finish my homework as soon as possible and go to bed, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to write after reading.

"No problem?" Duan Ming saw that he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his mouth, so he inserted a straw into the soy milk and stuffed it into his mouth without complaint, "No, I'll go for a run and see if I can adjust with a teacher."

The soy milk was no longer hot, Liang Xiao took a few sips, took a deep breath to cheer himself up: "No problem."

Duan Ming was still worried, so he gave him a hand. After he staggered and stood still, he packed up his things and called his assistant, and they went out together.

After half an hour.

The person who insisted that there was no problem fell asleep on the set.

Liang Xiao was going to confront Jing Ming in this scene, and after several trials and tribulations, Yun Lian left a half-truth, which made the head of the Jing Group, who had wandered between the light and the dark for many years, vaguely guess his position.

It was also in this scene that it was decided that the protagonist's life would be on the line. Jing Ming tried his best to go to Yun Lian for his younger brother.

Yun Lian returned the silver ticket, distributed generous gifts, left behind a brand new suit, and entered the Longtan and Tiger's Lair alone.

Liang Xiao fell asleep in the first step.

Meng Feibai, who played Jingming, smiled warmly, greeted the door in person, and waited for the visitors to get off the car.

After waiting for two seconds, Meng Feibai was vaguely puzzled, and reached out to lift the curtain of the car.

"..." Duan Ming's eyes went dark, and he raised his leg to call someone for his crime, but was held down by the chief director Song Qi, and shoved back to the sidelines.

The executive director received the signal, and the camera lights remained on.

Yun Lian leaned on the carriage, closed his eyes, his handsome brows were faintly tired, and his complexion was pale.

Jing Ming stood for a while, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Before he could touch it, Liang Xiao became agitated for a moment, looked alert, and sat up straight awake.

……

The screenwriter was overjoyed: "Fantastic."

Before this scene, Yun Lian had just been injured without anyone noticing, and he had exhausted his body and mind to the limit after fighting for days.

Jing Zhe joined the front line, while Jing Ming took charge of the Jing Group.The two brothers, one in the light and the other in the dark, will not join forces until the last moment, but it is no secret to the audience from God's perspective.

When he came to see Jing Ming, Yun Lian would relax and sleep lightly, which meant that Yun Lian had long been aware of the Jing brothers' position.

Liang Xiao's sleep saved five pages of lines in three scenes.

"Aura is brilliant."

The more the screenwriter looked at him, the more pleasing to his eyes, he waved the script at Director Song: "Bring him a variety show announcement."

Director Song frowned in disapproval: "The starring members, at least 35 episodes—"

The screenwriter was good at mathematics, nodded and took out a pen, and added five more episodes to Yun Lian's black and white photos.

After two scenes, Liang Xiao relaxed and went back to the room and fell asleep. When he woke up, he was still dazed: "What variety show?"

"For interviews, go to Xingxian Satellite TV."

Duan Ming came back with the travel list and itinerary, and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Leave the day after tomorrow."

This morning, Steward Huo asked the assistant director to tell Liang Xiao that the crew has a promotional event, and they will do their best to stop it. If necessary, they can travel at their own expense, and all expenses will be reimbursed by Xingguan.

In the morning, Liang Xiao was so sleepy that he lost his mind, and he didn't have time to say anything.

The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more gratified he became, he took one of his hands and clapped his hands: "You must take me with you when you change jobs."

The assistant helped him clean up the house, and raised his hand when he heard the words: "Take me."

"..." Liang Xiaogang wrote his thoughts after reading it all night in his dream, rubbed his forehead, and felt infinite emotion for no reason: "It's not easy."

Especially once you want to switch to Xingguan.

I don't know if the employees and artists of Xingguan often have to write essays.

"Take your time." Duan Ming stepped in without knowing it, and comforted him, "Don't worry, your contract hasn't expired yet."

Liang Xiao smiled: "Isn't your contract expired?"

"We are a work contract." Duan Ming said, "If you want to change jobs and resign, that's fine."

"Maximum one month's salary deducted." The assistant was also willing to leave, and couldn't help complaining, "I wanted to leave a long time ago, if they hadn't put Brother Xiao——"

Duan Ming said in a deep voice, "Xiao Gong."

The assistant shut up, sullenly, and went to mop the floor.

Liang Xiao was sleepy on the set. He finished the scene with his strong professional ethics and inertia, and fell asleep when he returned to the room. Only now did he wake up, straightened the clothes he had changed, and smoothed things over with a smile: "It's okay." .”

Duan Ming's expression was not good, he sorted out the itinerary and put it on the table for him, and was shot several times by the assistant holding the mop from behind.

"Happiness and anger are invisible."

Knowing that he was unhappy, Liang Xiao took the initiative to throw the clothes into the washing machine, and patiently enlightened him: "In this line of business, in the circle, we must have basic qualities..."

"Don't talk about it." Duan Ming didn't want to think about it, "What happened to you last night?"

Liang Xiao pressed the water button, and was stunned when he heard this: "Huh?"

"Is it a side effect?"

Duan Ming recalled the situation this morning, and still felt uneasy, worried that he would suffer and would not be able to sleep all night: "Have you been tired lately? Is the supplementary medicine not effective? Why are you washing clothes all of a sudden?"

Liang Xiao vaguely felt that there were some changes in the whole matter, he was stunned for a while, then raised his hand: "Ah."

Duan Ming: "?"

Liang Xiao: "..."

Duan Ming took two steps back, dragging his assistant to the side, watching the artist who was said to be moody and angry unplugged the washing machine, lifted the lid and plunged into it like a groundhog, rummaging passionately.

Half a minute later, Liang Xiao took out a handful of scraps of paper and sat on the ground.

"It's cold on the ground." Duan Ming couldn't understand him more and more recently, so he pulled him up, "What's the matter?"

Liang Xiao: "This was originally a piece of paper."

"..." Duan Ming could tell, "Yes, you washed it."

In fact, he didn't pay attention to it. Now that he saw the washing machine full of paper foam, he felt a headache and remembered that Liang Xiao did put a piece of paper in his pocket in the morning: "It's okay, just leave it alone."

There are many stars who come to film the show, most of the clothes are expensive, and the crew has a special laundry room.

Liang Xiao's clothes are not so pretentious in terms of price and quality. Originally, the assistant was in charge of washing them.

But today the assistant was so angry that he mopped the floor.

Liang Xiao was kind enough to do the work for a while.

It is really troublesome that the clothes are all covered with paper foam, Duan Ming signaled his assistant to take over and put him on the sofa.

Liang Xiao looked up: "This is really a piece of paper."

Duan Ming: "... Shall I find you another one?"

Liang Xiao: "I can't find it."

This piece of paper has condensed a full 360 words of hard work.

Beads in every word.

This is the most painstakingly written post-reading essay written by an art candidate who has not passed a hundred Chinese in the college entrance examination for more than 20 years.

washed.

"..." Duan Ming spent ten percent of his time listening to the whole process from his mouth, but he really couldn't figure out any link: "Why did you write it on paper?"

"if not."

Liang Xiao had no interest in life, holding the paper foam and staring blankly: "Should I use bamboo slips?"

"Mr. Huo."

The butler promised: "Mr. Liang will definitely hand in his reflections after reading it today."

Huo Lan looked calm, flipped through a few pages of the report, and glanced up at the time.

3 minutes to zero.

The housekeeper even began to wonder under what circumstances Mr. Huo was divided. He came over with coffee and skillfully stole a stack of reports: "After you sleep, I will send it to you after Mr. Liang has handed it over."

Huo Lan closed his eyes, pressed his eyebrows, and shook his head: "No need."

Just as the butler was about to speak, he suddenly remembered Liang Xiao's guess last night: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan opened his eyes.

The housekeeper actually felt that Mr. Liang's guess was a bit outrageous. After thinking about it, he hesitated: "Mr. Liang asked something."

Huo Lan: "What?"

"Mr. Liang asked." The housekeeper emboldened, "Are you subconsciously opposed to sleeping?"

If you follow the logic of the sprint final exam, this possibility actually makes sense.

After all, no matter how sleepy you are before the exam, you don't dare to sleep.

Once he fell asleep, the question that he vaguely read before going to sleep but couldn't remember the answer clearly must have appeared at the last question of the paper with a grinning grin because of some kind of metaphysics.

As soon as the butler finished speaking, Huo Lan's eyebrows were already tightly frowned.

He hadn't closed his eyes properly for a few days, he was indeed tired, and he didn't look colder than usual, but his aura was always clear and sharp.

The butler fell silent, put down the iced coffee, wiped a layer of hoarfrost from his hair, and crossed out this unrealistic possibility.

"Tell Mr. Liang." Huo Lan said, "It's over, so there's no need to pay."

The housekeeper actually wanted to know why these two people couldn't talk directly through any communication software, but Mr. Huo had a request, so he could only do it: "There are 30 seconds left."

The coffee was covered with a layer of crushed ice.

The housekeeper insisted: "Mr. Liang is really writing."

The housekeeper has practiced for many years, and he is confident that even if Liang Xiao only sends one Chinese character, he can interpret it to President Huo from all aspects.

Huo Lan's cell phone dinged.

The ice ball shook.

The housekeeper's eyes brightened, he was pleased and pleased, and watched Huo Lan click on the message.

【Mr. Liang: "After Reading"】

【Mr. Liang: QAQ】