President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Huo Lan surrounds Liang Xiao with one arm.

In fact, Liang Xiao is not the only one who believes that as long as he knows the truth, he will regard Liang Xiao's approach as having ulterior motives.

Before the manager left, he was still hesitant to speak but stopped turning around frequently, and the housekeeper also sniffed him out once, trying his best to insinuate.

Huo Lan asked himself, there is nothing wrong with such speculation.

The tricks in the mall are often ruthless, and it stands to reason that you can't help but treat anyone around you lightly.

……

But he really didn't think about it.

Huo Lan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on Liang Xiao.

Encircling the shoulders like this, Liang Xiao's thinness is more obvious, almost thinning out the outline of the shoulder blades.

trembling slightly.

Huo Lan was a little worried that he was freezing himself, tried his best to control the pheromone, lowered his head to speak again, the hem of his clothes suddenly sank.

Huo Lan frowned, looking at Liang Xiao's tightly closed eyelashes.

"It's not hard."

Liang Xiaoxu leaned against his chest, closed his eyes, and said in a relaxed tone, "Actually, the black and white photos took on the main part of the scene. Roughly estimated, there are about fifteen more episodes than mine—"

He paused abruptly and couldn't continue speaking.

Huo Lan raised his hand and touched the uncontrollable moisture under his eyelashes.

Liang Xiao was caught straight, and was so ashamed that he fell silent on the spot: "..."

Been here for so many years.

Hard work.

I have acted as a corpse, as a bandit, as a stand-in and pretending to be a ghost, and the crew took turns, jumping over a cliff and throwing water.

After being hugged by someone, he didn't hold back so tightly, and cried directly on the spot.

Just got hugged.

Liang Xiao blushed, taking advantage of Huo Lan's hand away, quickly wiped away her tears.

There is no wind in the house, the windows are tightly closed, and excuses such as sand are useless.

...I was fascinated by Mr. Huo's freezing pheromone.

Liang Xiao felt ashamed to look at others, he was thinking wildly in despair, and muttered in a trance: "Fifteen episodes..."

Huo Lan was slightly startled: "What?"

"The black-and-white photos have [-] more episodes than mine."

Liang Xiao gave up on himself and played freely, searching his guts, and Huala could explain the reason for crying: "... I was jealous and excited at the moment."

Huo Lan didn't understand: "Jealous of black and white photos?"

Liang Xiao closed his eyes and nodded.

Huo Lan was at a loss: "Crying from jealousy?"

Liang Xiao struggled: "...Yes."

Huo Lan was caught off guard, and was completely entangled by him: "Have you told Director Song?"

Only when Liang Xiao went crazy would he tell Song Dao, "No..."

Huo Lan frowned, and pondered for a while: "I'll tell."

Liang Xiao's eyes went dark, and he held Huo Zongqing's arm that had been held by him for half the night.

Huo Lan stopped.

Liang Xiao was frightened by his skillful movements, quickly let go, and silently recited the "Great Compassion Mantra": "Black and white photos... have the value of black and white photos."

"Teacher Pei is the chief screenwriter."

Liang Xiao was afraid that he would really go to Song Dao, so he bit the bullet and invited another true god: "Since fifteen episodes have been arranged, it means that it is very important in these fifteen episodes."

Liang Xiao understands righteousness: "It cannot be deleted."

Huo Lan is not good at the specific content of filming. Hearing that what he said made sense, he thought about it, then went back to the bed and sat down.

The scene of the photo cannot be deleted.

The key to Liang Xiao's concern is that there are fifteen episodes less than the photos.

Huo Lan roughly sorted out the key points, nodded: "I see."

"understood."

Duan Ming returned to the set with a blank expression on his face, and sat on the mat: "This is why you have two more episodes suddenly, and we have to shoot another five days."

There is no heating in Jiangnan, and the set is constantly under the attack of cold magic, and the filming is completed early.

The remuneration is settled in advance, and if you shoot ten more episodes, you won't get more money.

Duan Ming really couldn't understand him, and analyzed numbly: "You are dissatisfied with your photo, and think it appears more than you."

Liang Xiao: "..."

The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more unbelievable it became: "As time goes by, jealousy grows in my heart..."

"Brother Duan." Liang Xiao despaired, "Stop talking."

Duan Ming didn't provoke him any more, he stuffed the scripts of the two new episodes and patted him on the shoulder.

Holding the script in his arms, Liang Xiao found a place next to the electric heater, put two warm stickers on himself, opened the script and turned a few pages.

……

Such a development was also unexpected to him.

Huo Lan seems to be a deep-minded person, but he actually pays too much attention to logic.

In the shopping mall, he can plan and play games all-powerful, but as long as he doesn't play cards with Mr. Huo according to reason, he can be turned into a dead end, and he is at least three chapters behind the others.

At that time, Mr. Huo was entangled in his theory of "envying black and white photos to the point of crying", and even suppressed his temper, patiently enlightening him for a while.

Liang Xiao behaved realistically, and under Mr. Huo's painstaking mediation, he and the photo cleared up his suspicions and had a good time drinking.

Liang Xiao thought it was over.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Chinese, Mr. Huo is also excellent in mathematics.

"no problem."

The butler was sent by Mr. Huo to send him back to the set. He came over with ginger soup, and tried to persuade him: "What do you care about is that there are fifteen episodes less than the photo scenes? Look, there are only thirteen episodes less now..."

Liang Xiao's eyes were blank: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The housekeeper waved his hand sincerely, "Are you feeling better?"

A few days ago, Liang Xiao was caused by the weather. He couldn't hold on and developed a fever. After the fever subsided, he felt that he was alive and kicking. With the supplementary medicines that he hadn't stopped, he didn't feel any discomfort.

Liang Xiao thanked again, took the ginger soup, blew it, and downed it in one gulp: "It's done."

The ginger soup was boiled by the housekeeper. He saw how much ginger was put in the kitchen cruelly, and he poured it into his mouth in amazement: "Do you want water?"

"Need not."

Liang Xiao was so angry that he gurgled and burped: "I can."

It was not possible at first, but during the six months of convalescence, he frequently poured weird medicines into his mouth, and he became able to bear it after drinking too much.

Ganmao Qingre granules can be drunk as tea, and the lethality of ginger soup is not very strong.

The housekeeper was full of respect, and took the thermos he handed back: "Mr. Huo will be here tonight, take good care of your body."

Liang Xiao felt that the logical connection between his two sentences was weak, so he tore a few pieces of paper to wipe his mouth: "Is Mr. Huo okay?"

"Very good." The housekeeper was full of expectation, "The pheromone has been relatively stable recently. When Mr. Huo comes and temporarily marks you, it will probably fully return to normal."

Liang Xiao nodded.

Although he had an appointment with the housekeeper, he was sweating profusely just after his fever subsided that night, and Mr. Huo refused to allow him to take a shower.

The film crew had a tight shooting schedule and heavy tasks, and had to return to the set the next day.

Huo Lan was having a morning meeting at that time, Liang Xiao washed his neck and sat in the terminal hall until 10 minutes before takeoff, only waiting for the captain of the bodyguard and Huo Butler to arrive.

The housekeeper understood: "I don't blame you."

"Boss Huo came and called me." Liang Xiao smiled, "I'll go up directly."

The housekeeper was looking forward to his words, and he felt relieved when he heard the words: "Definitely."

Liang Xiao closed the script: "By the way... there is one more thing."

Butler: "You ask."

Liang Xiao was curious: "Why is Mr. Huo so unwilling to temporarily mark?"

In fact, he had long since discovered that Huo Lan himself was particularly resistant to the matter of temporary marks.

I don’t want to bite when I’m in a bad mood, I don’t want to bite when I’m tired from work, and I don’t want to bite if my omega’s health is not up to the expected standard.

The butler is no less worried than Duan Ming, the manager, and every time he has to work hard for his own president.

"We don't know either." The housekeeper hesitated, "Maybe... it has something to do with Mr. Huo's family."

It was only then that Liang Xiao remembered that Huo Lan had taken over the Huo family as soon as he was an adult, and felt that he shouldn't ask too many questions, so he nodded: "So..."

The housekeeper didn't wait for his words to settle down, and quickly continued: "Mr. Huo has no relatives around him now, no one will beat mandarin ducks, the family environment is free, and he is a high-quality diamond single alpha."

Liang Xiao pressed his forehead: "I didn't want to ask this..."

"It doesn't matter." The housekeeper wanted to say this, moved a chair, and sat down beside him, "This matter starts from Mr. Huo's birth."

Liang Xiao: "..."

The housekeeper described it very ably, and in a few words, he explained to him the reason for Huo's nannies, chefs, cleaners, and the speculative version of Mr. Huo's indifference.

Huo Lan didn't live in Huo's house when he was a child, and he wasn't liked by his parents.

The young Huo Lan was placed in a separate family for foster care, and when he was old enough to go to school, he was sent far away to study in the south of the Yangtze River.

Later, Huo Lan went back to the imperial capital to go to university. Not long after, Huo's father and mother encountered a plane crash while going out, and they passed away unexpectedly.

The family business was in chaos, Huo Lan was ordered to go back to Huo's house to take over the business.

The growth process was too unkind, and without the guidance of suitable elders, Huo Lan was able to grow into the temper he is today. From the housekeeper's point of view, he is actually very optimistic, positive, friendly and kind.

"Sir doesn't like Mr. Huo very much."

Housekeeper: "When Mr. Huo was in elementary school, he wrote a letter to his parents seriously, saved it for a semester, and showed it to his husband when he came home during the summer vacation."

"..."

Liang Xiao was not very surprised, he took a breath, suppressed his distress: "And then?"

"Mister threw it away."

The housekeeper said: "The flower pond thrown out of the window. It was pouring rain that day, and Mr. Huo ran out alone to pick it up...... nothing was picked up. "

Liang Xiao frowned and said nothing.

The housekeeper hesitated for a while, then continued softly: "Mr. Huo has never been around anyone, and he doesn't know how to get along with people. If possible, we would like to ask you to give him some more time."

"Didn't you always wonder why Mr. Huo didn't doubt you when he knew what happened five years ago?"

Steward: "In fact, he wants to find someone he can trust more than ordinary people..."

Liang Xiao took a deep breath, exhaled it little by little, and looked out the window.

The butler picked up the thermos bucket and walked out the door lightly.

The captain of the bodyguard crouched outside the door.

The captain of the bodyguard was worried: "Is it a bit too much?"

The butler squatted down: "Have you passed?"

"The owner just didn't look at it at the time."

The captain of the bodyguard recalled: "I put it by the window, the window was open, and it was accidentally knocked out by the nanny."

Butler: "Almost."

The captain of the bodyguard: "There was no downpour that day, and the weather was fine."

Butler: "Almost."

The captain of the bodyguard: "Boss Huo didn't go out to find..."

At that time, little Huo Lan actually had the same temper as he does now.

The letter was carefully written stroke by stroke. After writing for a long time, I saved up a thick stack and delivered it neatly to the door of the study.

But if you throw it away, you throw it away.

For Huo Lan, giving things is his own business, and he doesn't need any response, and he doesn't need others to like him because of it.

"..."

The housekeeper took a deep breath: "Boss Huo is looking for you."

The bodyguard captain remembered clearly: "No."

Butler: "I found it."

Bodyguard captain: "No."

The captain of the bodyguard has been in charge of guarding the entire Huo family for many years. He has all the surveillance cameras in the entire Huo family. He can't go wrong if he asks himself: "No——"

"found."

The housekeeper pressed the mouth of the bodyguard captain: "Mr. Huo searched for the whole night, and his clothes were soaked. It was very windy and rainy that day."

The captain of the bodyguard couldn't figure it out: "Does this have anything to do with the plan?"

Butler: "Our plan is to let Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang stay together."

The captain of the bodyguard nodded: "Yes."

"What do you rely on?" The white-haired housekeeper said, "Mr. Liang fell while walking and sat on Mr. Huo's icy and clean body?"