President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

The disappointment of 20 years fell into the hands of Mr. Huo.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pushing back the inexplicable thought.

At least he survived Huo Lan and went out.

There is still a show tomorrow morning, if you don't sleep, you may be able to sleep directly on the tiger bench of the enemy's military headquarters in Song Dao's anger.

The scene even prepared instruments of torture in advance.

Liang Xiao pressed his head down, not knowing what to do, he babbled a few times.Just as he was about to open his eyes and find a bed to go back to sleep, his shoulders and back were suddenly covered by a thin layer of snow.

Liang Xiao was startled, and opened his eyes: "Huo——"

Huo Lan hugged his shoulders, bent his legs steadily, and sent him back to the bed.

Liang Xiao didn't come back to his senses, blinked his eyes, and Huo Lan leaned over to stabilize him. Seeing that Mr. Huo even stretched out the quilt for him very skillfully, he sat on the head of the bed and stretched out his left hand.

Liang Xiao stopped him in time: "Mr. Huo."

Although there were so many misunderstandings that he was sent all the way to the presidential suite, but he didn't actually have such a human setup as "must sleep on Mr. Huo's left hand". Sooner or later, he still had to make it clear to Huo Lan.

Liang Xiao took his hand and thought about his words: "Actually——Actually, there is no need..."

Huo Lan glanced at him, but instead of putting his hands behind his head as usual, he covered his quilt and covered his eyes with one hand.

Liang Xiao was stunned.

"Go to sleep." Huo Lan: "It's okay."

Unable to explain how his three words inexplicably pierced his heart and lungs, Liang Xiao's breathing was slightly stagnant, and after a long silence, his voice unconsciously became hoarse: "...Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan leaned over and turned off the light for him.

The light leaking from the fingers also completely returned to the darkness.Huo Lan's palms were warm and dry, covering his eyes and forehead.

The night is dark, and you can hear your steady and even breathing.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes tightly and didn't make another sound.

"..."

The housekeeper is well-informed, and he is not surprised when he is changed. After hearing the reason why his president and Mr. Liang moved to the side tonight: "Mr. Liang is asleep."

Butler: "And you are worried, you can't leave."

The butler looked at Huo Lan: "You think Mr. Liang will wake up as soon as you take your hand away."

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan didn't want to talk, opened the bathroom door, turned on the warm water and wiped his face.

The housekeeper saw Huo Lan coming out of the side bed this morning, and he really couldn't figure out that Mr. Huo had gone through so many days, and the result of his evolution was turning his hands under Mr. Liang's head.

Moved to Mr. Liang's head.

Mr. Liang at least messed up Mr. Huo's clothes.

He also pillowed Mr. Huo's clean and innocent thigh.

"You still think that Mr. Liang just needs to wake up."

The housekeeper couldn't believe it: "I found out that you weren't here, and he was alone in the bedroom. I won't be able to sleep well in this life."

Huo Lan pressed his forehead: "No—"

The housekeeper was greatly stimulated, and he remonstrated: "Except for this, you entered Mr. Liang's bedroom in the middle of the night and did nothing."

Huo Lan could hear strong doubts in his tone, couldn't help but frown, and explained: "I also talked about providing housing."

Mr. Huo couldn't sleep late at night and Gan Gang decided this matter arbitrarily. Even the general manager was notified to take the blame for the president this morning. The housekeeper didn't even know: "Housing?"

"His current residence is rented, there is no security, and it is too easy to be targeted by those who want to."

Huo Lan took the towel and squeezed it in his hand: "When buying a house, I only go through the process through Xingguan, and the funds are allocated to my personal account, and it is recorded in his personal name, and does not need to be included in the company's general ledger—"

Butler: "You want to buy a house for Mr. Liang."

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan didn't want to talk to him anymore, turned around and snowed.

"You shouldn't—"

The housekeeper wiped the snowflakes that Mr. Huo used to default, and Fei Jie murmured: "Don't settle Mr. Liang's housing, let Mr. Liang live at home directly?"

The housekeeper's rich experience is completely useless, and the more I think about it, the more I can't figure it out: "Our room is enough. Later, Mr. Liang is close to you, and it is easy to move around. If you want to find Mr. Liang, you can go to Mr. Liang. I can sleep in whichever bedroom I sleep with Mr. Liang..."

Huo Lan frowned: "What?"

"..." The butler came to his senses: "You buy it."

Huo Lan also wanted to buy it, but last night he originally planned to go back to his room as soon as possible and write down Liang Xiao's long list of requests silently, but he got stuck and forgot half of it overnight.

It's not easy to go back and ask again.

Huo Lan was annoyed in his heart, without saying a word, he walked out quickly with snowflakes fluttering.

The butler stood alone for a long time, sighed vicissitudes of life, packed his things and went downstairs to negotiate with the hotel who had inexplicably received an anonymous thank-you letter from Xingguan.

Liang Xiao was on the sidelines, surrounded by several special effects makeup artists.

It was the first time for the make-up artist to put on criminal makeup for him, and he was particularly cruel to good-looking people. The blood was dripping on his body, and he was not satisfied, so he intentionally added several horrific whiplashes on his neck and chest.

Liang Xiao himself was shocked: "Am I being beaten so hard?"

"Jing Zhe's identity is very important, and the whole dark thread of the enemy's secret agents is in his mind."

Song Qi actually felt that it was a little too much, but it was reasonable after thinking about it, and he didn't say anything to stop him: "If you get people out, you're killing their lives."

Liang Xiaoxin said that it would not be necessary to whip the chest, looked down, and stretched out his hand to cover the broken shirt that was ventilated all around.

The makeup artist was obsessed with beauty, and after working on a special effects makeup for an hour, he finally let him go.

A lot of little sun hot oils were put on the set, but after all, the place is too big and the effect is very little.Liang Xiao was only wearing a shirt, and his lips were already pale from the cold.

Duan Ming couldn't see it, and wanted to put some clothes on him, but he stopped him: "No...it's just right."

"What's the matter?" Duan Ming frowned, "There is almost no blood on his face."

Liang Xiao reminded him: "It's all on the chest."

Duan Ming: "..."

Liang Xiao was not used to this kind of perspective effect, so he covered up his shirt again, covering up as much as he could.

He has been on the set all year round to take over as a stand-in, and he has to do a lot of difficult moves. He often hangs himself on Wia for a whole day. In terms of his figure, he is actually outstanding among omega.

But compared with Huo Boss, there was still an order of magnitude gap.

Liang Xiao thought of the scene of Huo Lan holding him upside down with one hand, and he was a little disappointed, and sighed softly.

"What happened last night?" Duan Ming watched him sigh, and unconsciously turned up his suppressed worries, "You turned President Huo to sleep on his side again?"

Liang Xiao was furious: "No—"

Duan Ming: "What is that?"

Liang Xiao couldn't bear to imagine what would happen to this group of people if he said "Mr. Huo knocked on the door in the middle of the night and said he would buy me a house and put me to bed, but we are all business as usual." Followed by the assistant director and left sadly.

The crew's torture room was set up long ago, and several leading actors took turns to take a day trip, and they all came in to learn more or less.

There is no need to clean it up. There are various instruments of torture scattered in the corner. The light shines through the high and narrow iron bed and shines on the blood stains left by the previous few shots, creating a gloomy and chilling scene.

Liang Xiao asked the prop master to wear handcuffs and shackles, and was driven into the electric chair.

"Electric torture is different from other torture methods."

Song Qi sat on the tiger bench and told him a joke: "Under the stimulation of electric current, people's senses are more sensitive, and they can't faint, and the pain is more clear."

Liang Xiao nodded.

"Can you find the feeling?" Song Qi guided him, "Try to think about the most painful state you have ever experienced. You once thought that you were going to die, and death might be a relief, but it didn't..."

"Director Song." Liang Xiao smiled, "I can find it."

Song Qi looked at him, didn't say any more, and turned the page of the script: "When you came, you already had the will to die."

Song Qi: "For you, you are not for any party or belief."

Liang Xiao tilted his head: "What am I doing for?"

"Taiping." Song Qi said, "You have seen artillery fire, famine, corpses everywhere, and the most broken and cold mountains and rivers."

"You have nowhere to go when you are alive, you just want to have a place to bury when you die."

Song Qi: "You hope in your heart that this place where bones are buried will still be called your home country in the future."

Liang Xiao closed his eyes for a while, opened them, and nodded.

Song Qi stared at him for a while, then nodded and waved.

"For the first time in six episodes of "New Year's Eve", action!"

The searchlight suddenly brightened brightly, the electric chair was powered on, and a piercing bell sounded.

Under the camera, Yun Lian's scarred chest and shoulders suddenly stretched, and his shoulders and neck were thrown back.

He didn't make a sound, and the special agent captain in charge of the interrogation became more and more furious, yelling and cursing sharply, and repeatedly asked people to increase the electric current.

Yun Lian's body trembled uncontrollably, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly.

He was almost in a trance, and his eyes tried their best to focus on one place in the void, but gradually they were overwhelmed and relaxed.

"Add more!" the captain roared, "Add to 90!"

When the current is added to this intensity, it is already the limit of the human body, and the subordinates are worried: "If the person dies..."

The secret service team has been interrogating Yun Lian for two full days, and not only did they not get any valuable information, they even failed to tear off the irritating cleanliness and gentleness of this swindler.

The current of 90 can directly kill people, the special agent leader hesitated, frowned and wanted to speak, when suddenly someone shouted in surprise: "He said it! He said it—"

The captain pulled the person away and leaned closer to Yun Lian: "What did you say?"

Yun Lian's chest rose and fell gradually, his body shuddered occasionally under the stimulation of the electric current, and his thick eyelashes were soaked in the cold sweat as black as ink.

The current was applied to the limit, and he could no longer tell where he was, his lips moved, and he closed his eyes quietly.

"Jiu Shan..." The subordinates faintly heard the pronunciation of the words, and frowned, guessing, "Is it a code name? Could it be one of their lines?"

The captain turned off the electric chair and pulled up his collar: "Quickly tell me, what happened to Jiushan!"

Yun Lian was disturbed by him, and his eyelashes, which had already calmed down, moved slightly and opened slightly.

The captain was worried that he would not be able to hold on before he finished speaking, so he motioned for the military doctor to come over, and asked more urgently, "What about Jiushan?"

Yun Lian: "Old mountain... old Songzhu."

Yun Lian smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "Stop me from returning."

His consciousness had faded away, but a smile appeared in his eyes, no one knew what he was looking at, and the torture room was abnormally quiet for a while.

The camera turned away, and met the pale and dazzling sunlight through the ventilation window firmly sealed with the iron grille.

……

"Cut!" Song Qi's voice rang out from the sidelines, and it was rare to appreciate it with admiration, "Beautiful! Hurry up, hug her down—"

Liang Xiao quickly jumped off the electric chair and raised his hand to report: "Director Song, I'm still alive."

Song Qi: "..."

The screenwriter covered Liang Xiao's mouth in time, handed it to the agent, and dragged the director who hadn't played yet to watch the replay.

Liang Xiao accurately grasped the state of torture, was wrapped in a down jacket by Duan Ming, shivered and drank two mouthfuls of hot water, surrounded by many people.

"Is there a trick?" Meng Feibai was just waiting for the next scene. He passed by and took a look. He stayed on the sidelines for most of the time and chased him with a recording pen. "How to find the injury status as soon as possible..."

Holding the thermos cup, Liang Xiao thought about it carefully: "It's also a brain supplement."

He has his own special situation. Thinking about it, saying this is too prevarication, and he added an additional explanation: "I was divided when I was a child, and I was not ready. I had a burst of pheromone once, and my state is almost the same."

Meng Feibai understood, and sighed: "It's a pity."

He's just a beta, he can't even detect the pheromone they are talking about, and he doesn't even have the chance to experience it.

Meng Feibai devoted himself to acting, and felt a little regretful, but he also knew that this kind of experience could only be understood and cannot be explained in words, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"It's not a pity." Liang Xiao smiled, "It doesn't feel good, if it happens again—"

He suddenly paused and didn't say any more.

"What again?" Meng Fei asked.

"It's nothing." Liang Xiao shook his head, motioning behind him, "Mr. Meng, the assistant director called."

Only then did Meng Feibai realize his own show, he quickly thanked him, copied the script and said goodbye to him hastily, and went to set the lighting position.

"...how uncomfortable."

Duan Ming frowned, and zipped up the down jacket for him: "How did you do it then?"

Liang Xiao was worried about getting his clothes dirty, so he raised his hand to avoid it, but was completely bound into a ball: "What?"

"Pheromone explosion." Duan Ming saw him in Longtao once, and he still has lingering fears, and he dare not think about what he did when he was a child. Is it a differentiated gland tied to a pole?"

Liang Xiao took a small sip of hot water, but he choked on him: "...No."

Liang Xiao thought about it, and felt guilty: "I tied someone else up."

Duan Ming: "??"

Liang Xiao was not very good at explaining to him, and ambiguously proved himself: "I have no illegal record..."

"You are an omega." Of course Duan Ming knew that he had no illegal record, but he still couldn't figure it out. "Did you know that you would be an omega?"

Before splitting up, there will be a test in advance, Liang Xiao moved to the side of the electric heating oil heater, nodded: "I know."

Duan Ming: "You are an omega. When you differentiated yourself, you tied up someone else who could help you get the inhibitor."

"..." Liang Xiao couldn't argue, and thought about it carefully: "Yes."

Duan Ming: "You—"

"Brother Duan, don't ask."

Liang Xiao did encounter some special circumstances at the time, and acted urgently. He was able to do it at a young age, but now that he thinks about it, he feels really guilty: "Ask someone..."

Duan Ming stared at him for a while, then exhaled: "Okay."

Duan Ming looked at him: "What happened this morning?"

Liang Xiao felt dizzy for a while, just in time to hear the greeting from the director's team, and immediately stuffed the thermos cup for him, wrapped in a down jacket and held the hand warmer and jumped away.

……

The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more he felt uneasy, so he called his assistant over to stare at Liang Xiao, and went back to the hotel by himself.

He walked in a hurry, just as he reached the elevator door, he came out to meet the butler: "Butler Huo—"

"Nothing happened." The housekeeper sighed, "We can't sleep if Mr. Huo is not by Mr. Liang's side."

Mr. Huo insisted on staying to take care of Mr. Liang, but the housekeeper knew better than anyone else that although Mr. Huo only slept on the head of the bed for the past two days, his sleep quality was better than most people who didn't use sleeping pills.

Mr. Huo slept well, and so did Mr. Liang.

Only the butler has experienced frost and snow.

Duan Ming has already made up countless details in his brain, and he was stunned for a long time when he heard the words, and he also subverted his cognition: "Is this the Alpha and Omega that are destined to be highly matched..."

Just being together brings peace of mind and peace of mind.

... Isn't the setting of pheromone meaningless?

The note he confiscated from Liang Xiao clearly did not say so.

The pheromone matching test between Liang Xiao and Mr. Huo showed that it was higher than 98%. According to Liang Xiao's conscientious novels, sooner or later Mr. Huo would put the person on the bed with his neck in his mouth, clamp his wrists, and let Liang Xiao in The pheromone in the ice and snow shivered and gasped and cried.

The butler called him a few times, seeing him in a daze: "Mr. Duan?"

Duan Ming was awakened by Liang Xiao's crying, and secretly cursed his heart: "Impossible."

The butler was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"It's okay." Duan Ming shook his head vigorously, completely dispelling his thoughts, "Mr. Huo can't be this kind of Alpha."

The housekeeper was explaining to him that Huo Lan was going to buy a house for Mr. Liang, when he heard this, he sighed: "You can't judge by appearance..."

Duan Ming died on the spot.

"Although Mr. Huo usually says something and never favors others, but if he becomes self-willed, no one can stop him."

The housekeeper sighed, reminiscing about the past: "In the two years since Mr. Huo took over the family business, Feiyang Pharmaceutical did not manage well. Production stopped for more than half a year, and it was about to go bankrupt."

At that time, Feiyang Pharmaceutical was also called Hengtong Pharmaceutical, and it was an inconspicuous subsidiary under the Huo Group. Even before the suspension of production, it had been useless for a long time.

The Huo family is in a precarious situation, and the directors all persuade Mr. Huo to cut off his tail to survive.But Huo Lan, a young man at that time, didn't know why, but he was stubborn and almost willful in this matter, and he was unmoved by anyone's persuasion, and poured most of the working capital into this subsidiary.

Feiyang Pharmaceutical found the right opportunity, focused on the direction of pheromone-related preparations that were still blank in the market at that time, revitalized it with a large amount of capital injection, and made a lot of money.

In the next few years, Feiyang Pharmaceutical will be an important pillar enterprise for the Huo Group to come back to life.

Otherwise, Boss Huo wouldn't be able to knock down so many inhibitors for Mr. Liang in one go.

……

So this time, Mr. Huo said that he would buy a house for Mr. Liang, even if the entire leadership of Xingguan was bribed by Long Tao and suddenly would rather die than obey, he would definitely buy a house for Mr. Liang.

After recalling the past, the butler looked at Duan Ming who was still in a daze, and was stunned: "Mr. Duan?"

"...It's okay." Duan Ming came back to life, struggling to keep up with the butler's train of thought, "Mr. Huo wants to buy him a house?"

"I don't know what provoked me." The housekeeper worried, "It seems that I am still in a hurry."

Duan Ming didn't think as much as the housekeeper, but he couldn't help but feel happy for Liang Xiao: "Okay, he won't have to move everywhere in the future."

The housekeeper always felt in his heart that he had to move again, so he tried not to reveal it, and nodded in cooperation: "Yes."

Duan Ming couldn't help asking: "What kind of one do we want to buy, can we choose?"

"Since I bought it for Mr. Liang, Mr. Liang can naturally choose it."

The butler watched Huo Lan send people out, his heart was bleeding, and he wanted to smile calmly: "Don't worry, we will contact you first when the time comes."

Duan Ming was really happy for Liang Xiao: "Thank you Mr. Huo, he has always wanted to have a family all these years."

The butler was stunned for a moment, and didn't say anything further.

Duan Ming has seen a lot in the circle these years, and he thought it was just another flirtatious love affair, but now seeing Huo Lan's attitude, he finally feels relieved.

Liang Xiao's filming is nearing completion, and there are still some shots to be made up after editing, and there are still a few scenes today.The assistant couldn't handle it alone, he came back to hand over the information, and had to go to the set to follow.

Duan Mingren was in good spirits every happy event, pulled the butler and said a few more words, happily relieved: "Then I'll go back first, are you down for something?"

The housekeeper stood in the lobby of the hotel, stood there for a long while with a lot of thoughts, and sighed: "I have something to do."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment, and reciprocated his concern: "What's the matter, can we help?"

The housekeeper has been in Huo's family for 30 years, and he was caught off guard by one new test after another recently. Vicissitudes took his hands and said, "Mr. Duan."

Duan Ming subconsciously shook hands with him.

"You know after convincing the hotel owner that the toiletries in the bathroom had just mysteriously disappeared."

The housekeeper was a little desperate: "How can I convince the hotel owner that there is indeed heating in his standard hotel room?"