President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

The housekeeper accompanied him, and he was still searching for ideas, but when he heard these words, his heart suddenly felt sour.

"Mr. Liang..." the housekeeper said softly, "I won't leave."

Huo Lan obviously didn't want to continue this topic, so he sat with his eyes closed for a while, opened his eyes, took the computer and turned it on.

The housekeeper regretted blocking him in the room: "Aren't you going to see Mr. Liang?"

Huo Lan originally wanted to go, but now that he regained his composure, he also felt that he shouldn't push people too hard, so he didn't answer, and opened several reports that needed to be processed.

The butler's bowels were remorseful.

Yesterday's incident was full of uproar, and most of the crew knew that Mr. Huo carried someone out of the rest area.

When he and the captain of the bodyguard heard the news, they ran after Mr. Liang's manager panting all the way, and saw Huo Lan come out of the isolation line with his own eyes.

Others don't know, but the butler is someone who has been there, and he can tell at a glance that Mr. Liang is afraid that Mr. Huo has bitten him so much that he has no strength.

He was originally worried that Huo Lan had been working hard in the business world for these years. Although his original intentions were still there, he would inevitably be soaked in the big dye vat. He was abducted by others and got some habits that shouldn't be there, such as imprisonment and forced love, so he deliberately found a free time to run away. Come to do work for Huo Lan.

Looking at it now, I am afraid that it is obviously not the situation on the surface of the matter.

"Mr. Liang may still be waiting for you."

The housekeeper thought for a long time, and tried his best: "I'm lying on the hospital bed alone, receiving fluids, and I'm still not feeling well."

Butler: "No one to rely on, alone, looking at the door while coughing..."

Huo Lan: "..."

The housekeeper's trick is useful for Liang Xiao, and he can use it to fool Huo Lan. Even if Huo Lan is in a vulnerable period, he will not be fooled: "His manager is here."

Huo Lan stayed by the bedside for the whole night, he was still awake when he came back, seeing that he was sleeping soundly, Liang Xiao was not disturbed when he left.

Liang Xiao's body did have some hidden worries, but it was not too serious, and he didn't have a cold, at most he was tired, and he couldn't cough.

"Hot searches have a limited time limit."

Huo Lan: "Weibo needs to be posted by him himself, and Jiang Pingchao's team will hand over variety show invitations, and his manager will also report to him and screen them."

Huo Lan: "I don't have time to watch the door."

The housekeeper was hit hard by Mr. Huo in an orderly manner: "...Yes."

Huo Lan scanned through several reports, picked out the ones that should be dealt with by relevant departments, and marked them.

He didn't know what he was thinking at first, but yesterday the crew suddenly contacted Xingguan urgently, saying that there was an inducer in the rest area, and there was an unexpected outbreak of omega pheromones, and he needed to apply for emergency treatment.

He rushed to the set and heard that Liang Xiaoren was in the rest area.

……

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and didn't recall the situation at that time.

Liang Xiao's ward was arranged by him. The special-needs ward on the top floor is very clean, and there is only a dedicated passage to go up, and no one will disturb him.

He explained to the relevant departments of Xingguan that the hot search is guided by Xingguan, which can guarantee a positive impact.

The manager was left in the ward by him, and he always protected his artist and would not let Liang Xiao be wronged.

The doctors and nurses are very responsible. He has introduced all the medical records and treatment plans to him one by one, and will take good care of the patients.

……

Huo Lan sorted it out from the beginning to the end, but still couldn't find anything left for him.

The housekeeper was talking nonsense, these positions were filled by you one by one, filled with desolation: "Isn't Mr. Liang--doesn't he need your hand?"

The butler himself felt desolate when he said this sentence, so he bit his bullet and found out the value of existence for Mr. Huo: "Look, Mr. Liang can't sleep without your hand..."

"He explained it." Huo Lan repeated the original sentence, "Actually, there is no need."

housekeeper:"……"

The butler was completely defeated by Huo Lan: "You... are busy, Xingguan needs you."

Huo Lan withdrew his gaze and concentrated on his work.

The butler felt distressed for a long time, sighed quietly, and went out to make coffee.

After dealing with several reports, Huo Lan let go of the mouse and pressed the space between his eyebrows.

Last night, I couldn't let go of my heart no matter what, tossed all night, didn't have time to rest, and was busy dealing with hot searches this morning.

Coupled with the susceptibility period, Huo Lan's head is already hurting.

I can't calm down, and my thoughts are intermittent.

Knowing that he may not be able to handle everything properly in his current state, Huo Lang closed the computer, propped himself off the edge of the table, got up, pushed away the swivel chair, and leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Huo Lan actually didn't have a penchant for self-torture, and he didn't devote himself to his work as the housekeeper thought.

In fact, it is just too difficult for him to fall asleep, especially during the susceptible period, he may not be able to fall asleep even if he closes his eyes and lies for several hours.After coming and going, there is an instinctive resistance, and I am more inclined to rely on work to suppress the irritating fatigue, exhausting energy and closing my eyes again.

It's nothing in normal times, but right now the game with Long Tao is at a critical point, and there is no room for mistakes.

If you can't sleep anymore, you must force yourself to rest.

Huo Lan took the phone and sent a message to the butler to ask for two sleeping pills. Remembering what the butler said before he left, he opened Weibo and looked at it.

Liang Xiao must have woken up, the Weibo registered by Xingguan has two new login records, and the originally empty homepage also has a Weibo that reports safety.

Xingguan is proficient in drainage. Liang Xiao's Weibo was just registered last night, and today the number of fans has increased to 50.Riding on the trend of hot searches, the first Weibo has been read more than ten million times, and the number of retweets and comments is also considerable.

Some people may be born to shine. Liang Xiao was buried in the snow for five years, and it was the first time he posted on Weibo. He didn't have any of the common problems of newcomers who are just in their early years.

Some of the comments felt distressed about the photos, and many of them were still thinking about the shocking scenes in the promotional film, asking for photos of new materials while spreading lace.

A piece of fun.

Huo Lang simply flipped through the pages, went through all the public relations measures in his mind, and put down his phone after confirming that there were no omissions.

Being hit by the housekeeper by mistake and asked about the events of the year, it disturbed my mind, and I couldn't calm down even if I closed my eyes.

Huo Lan raised his hand and massaged his forehead slowly.

When he was a teenager, he was not as good at getting along with people as he is now. He went to school in Jiangnan alone, didn't make many friends, and he was only politely alienated from the family who took care of him.

The man I met was the only one who would have lunch with him.

Although it was his card that was swiped every time, Xiao Huo Lan was also happy at that time.When the two got a little better, they mustered up the courage to invite people back to their residence near the school.

They were not in the same school year, and Huo Lan only knew that he was in the first year of high school, and he heard the other party say in a small chat that his dream in the future was to work in the pharmaceutical industry, wanting to be a doctor or a pharmacist.

The young Huo Lan did his best to help the other party make up lessons according to the achievement standards required by the pharmaceutical industry.

……

Huo Lan didn't think about it any further.

Since he decided to pursue Liang Xiao, of course he will be single-minded, it is impossible to be confined to the past, and he will not repeat the same mistakes again.

Huo Lan closed his eyes and rested his mind, when he heard a soft knock on the door: "Put down the medicine, I will take it myself."

There was a pause in the footsteps, and the person who came in was a little hesitant and didn't make a sound.

In fact, Huo Lan already knew that the housekeeper secretly added sleeping pills to his coffee, so he was somewhat puzzled by this behavior of stepping on the accelerator while braking, but he just endured and didn't say: "White water, no coffee."

The sound of pouring water is also played softly, the water glasses are picked up and put down in an orderly manner, and the closed curtains block out the sunlight, leaving only soft wall lamps.

Huo Lan closed his eyes and rested for a while, inexplicably relaxed a little, and faintly felt sleepiness: "Do you have time? Help me rub my temples."

Huo Lan's inability to sleep has been a problem ever since he returned to his hometown. Sometimes he was so sleepy that he couldn't fall asleep, and he would inevitably suffer from headaches, but he never wanted outsiders to come close to him.

The butler specially went to learn a set of massage techniques. Occasionally, when he was in a good mood, he would rub it for him.

Huo Lan waited for a while, but didn't hear any response. He frowned and was about to say forget it, but he already landed on his forehead tentatively with strength.

Huo Lan vaguely sensed something was wrong, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Liang Xiao squatted in front of the sofa, pressing his temples with both hands, a little shy, and he was not ashamed to Mr. Huo's "you": "Actually, you don't have to be so polite."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao was not very good at rubbing people's heads, and it was hard to be overwhelmed with kindness, so he rubbed five times clockwise and counterclockwise rigorously, and gave him the freshly poured warm water.

Huo Lan couldn't figure out why he was here, so he didn't respond, and stared at him blankly.

Liang Xiao was almost taken back to the presidential suite by him yesterday, and he was still in the aftertaste of the story's overly exciting development. He looked uncomfortable and cleared his throat: "I can't sleep."

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have explained the secret to Mr. Huo.

Liang Xiao dug a hole for himself, and now he buried himself back, took a deep breath, and mobilized his professionalism as an actor: "I can't sleep. I can't figure out why, I tossed and turned..."

"..." Huo Lan couldn't move his mind, and instinctively explained it to him from a scientific point of view: "Because you just slept for twelve hours."

Liang Xiao: "..."

"...Yes." Liang Xiao himself was convinced, and nodded in a daze, "It's hard to fall asleep."

Huo Lan didn't know what he was here for, so he tried his best to think about it: "Is there anything I need to deal with?"

Weibo has a star crown, and there will never be any problems.The crew was still on vacation because of the accident, and he had just injected additional funds, so he shouldn't be in a hurry to resume filming.

"Long Tao looking for trouble with you?"

Huo Lan thought of the only possibility, propped up his arms, and wanted to sit up: "Let me take a look."

"No." Liang Xiao quickly pressed his arm, "Nothing happened."

Huo Lan frowned.

"I'm hungry."

Liang Xiao made up an excuse for not being able to sleep, since it was really useless right now, he coughed while burning his ears, and took out two lunch boxes from behind.

"Brother Duan is busy." Liang Xiao closed his eyes and donated his face, "No one will accompany me to eat, I can't eat."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao: "QAQ."

……

Liang Xiao hurriedly ran around twice, took the small table and propped it on the sofa, separated the two lunch boxes, and distributed a pair of chopsticks to one of them, looking at Mr. Huo who was still a little dazed.

Sooner or later, you will have to ask the housekeeper for a reasonable way to appear.

In this way, Mr. Huo was pulled to the logical dead end, and people were trapped in it with rich experience several times...

Regardless of other things, Mr. Huo might really be going crazy.

Huo Lan was usually easy to talk to when he hadn't come out. He took the disposable chopsticks, imitated Liang Xiao's posture and broke them apart unskillfully, and looked down at the three dishes and one soup in the lunch box.

"I didn't buy it." Liang Xiao was not so mad that he abducted Huo Lan to eat takeaway, and explained: "Just before I came up, I passed by the back kitchen of the hotel..."

He still wanted to send warmth to little Huo Lan who was picking up letters in the heavy rain, but he couldn't think of anything to send, just in time to see the kitchen starting to prepare lunch.

The back kitchen has strict hygienic standards, and he passed the physical examination, but in order to get in, he still asked an assistant to open the standard room, and quickly and skillfully washed himself several times.

"I made it myself." Liang Xiao assured, "It's not bad."

Huo Lan walked out of the logical loop today more slowly than usual, frowned at him for a while, lowered his head hesitantly, and picked the green lettuce tip twice.

Liang Xiao has dreamed of the story of food delivery since he was a child, and he gave Huo Lan the first time with his heart: "You... try it?"

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and didn't move his chopsticks.

Liang Xiao thought carefully about which link was missing, and hesitated: "Can I test the poison for you first?"

Huo Lan: "...No need."

He was just trying to tell if this was another dream. He noticed the severe pain in his thigh, his eyes loosened a little, and he withdrew his hand: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Liang Xiao smiled with relief, seeing that he still had to speak, he preemptively assured him, "Just this time, don't make an exception."

Huo Lan was silent for a while, moved the lunch box, and lowered his head to eat a few dishes with chopsticks.

Liang Xiao's cooking skills are surprisingly good. What he cooks is just home-cooked dishes, but they are both good in appearance and taste.

He doesn't eat these things often, but he finds them surprisingly palatable when he eats them.

"My ideal since I was a child." Liang Xiao ate salt-fried pork with rice, expressing his feelings vaguely, "It is to be a cook when I grow up."

Huo Lan looked up at him.

"...It's fake." Liang Xiaofei quickly told the truth, "I still want to be a scientist."

As a child, he was busy growing up, and Liang Xiao actually didn't have much time to think about the future. Every time he encountered a situation that required an answer, he just made up a random answer to deal with it.

Later, when he debuted as a key person, his agent forced him to fill in the form of hobbies and ideal pursuits. The answers he made up had to be recited and written skillfully, so that he was randomly selected from among scientists, astronauts, teachers, doctors, bus conductors in the column of "professional dreams since childhood". A chef is appointed.

When I first debuted, passers-by thought this contrast was interesting, and because of this small fire, it became popular for a while.

Liang Xiao didn't want to talk about his own affairs, so he casually said a few words, leading Huo Lang to relax, and carefully looked at his face: "Are you feeling unwell, what medicine do you want?"

Huo Lan shook his head: "It's okay."

Huo Lan looked at the needle hole left by the infusion on his hand: "How are you?"

"I—" Liang Xiao was about to answer, but his mind moved slightly: "I didn't sleep well."

Huo Lan frowned.

Liang Xiao looked at his pale eyes, probably guessed the whole story, and skillfully put the blame on his head: "It's true that I can't sleep well, I don't feel at ease, and I have one dream after another."

Liang Xiao sighed: "At that time, I said I didn't need your hand, but I made it up."

Huo Lan looked at him, startled.

Liang Xiao glanced at him, thinking to himself that God bless Mr. Huo, what he absolutely needs is sleeping pills, and continued to bite the bullet and talk nonsense: "I want to sleep but dare not sleep, I am very tired, and I am afraid that it will affect my work..."

He hadn't finished speaking when suddenly there was some force on the top of his head.

Liang Xiao felt that he had already experienced two battles, so he stiffened and sat upright, "Gonggong is working."

Huo Lan's expression softened, and he covered the top of his head and rubbed it twice.

Liang Xiao's voice unconsciously softened: "...Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes: "Yes."

As soon as he relaxed, his sharp brows eased, revealing the gentle nature of a young man: "I'll accompany you."

Liang Xiao looked at him, but said nothing.

"Don't be afraid." Huo Lan promised softly, "I won't leave."

The housekeeper was downstairs, and he was stumbled into the back kitchen where the speed of serving meals was worrying.

"Hurry up." The butler repeatedly checked the phone and urged again, "We are in a hurry."

Huo Lan took the initiative to ask for sleeping pills, which meant that he was really in a bad state. The housekeeper didn't dare to let him sleep like this, and wanted to coax Mr. Huo to eat a few bites first anyway.

Now that the medicine was delivered, Huo Lan fell asleep immediately after taking it, and he didn't know when the next meal would be.

The housekeeper urged the hotel, and turned around to apologize to Duan Ming who stopped him just now: "Mr. Duan, Mr. Huo is really inconvenient..."

Duan Ming quickly said politely: "We understand."

The housekeeper was really afraid that Liang Xiao would misunderstand: "Please explain to Mr. Liang that Mr. Huo is too busy and really can't leave right now."

Normally, if they teased a few words, Huo Lang might not be able to resist going to see Mr. Liang.Right now, Mr. Huo is in the susceptible period, and there is no possibility that it will make sense.

The butler had experienced countless times, and his hair was graying with worry, and he sighed gloomily.

Duan Ming actually understood, and nodded in a good temper: "Yes."

Even in the ward, Duan Ming got a headache from the noise, coaxed Liang Xiao to come out and find Mr. Huo, and happened to be stopped by the housekeeper in the lobby, and he also regained his sobriety.

Mr. Huo has a lot of things to do every day, and it's not like he has nothing to do, so how could he be spoiled by Liang Xiao everywhere.

Duan Ming understood Liang Xiao: "Don't worry, he's fine."

The housekeeper couldn't help being moved by the other party's understanding, and sighed: "Now that I think about it, I might have misunderstood Mr. Liang at the beginning."

After all, this time, everyone felt that Mr. Huo was overbearing.

The housekeeper compared his heart with his heart, and even vaguely believed that Liang Xiao had simply laid a pillow on Mr. Huo's thigh last time, and held Duan Ming's hand: "Mr. Duan, I have wronged you."

With mixed feelings, Duan Ming shook hands with him.

The back kitchen finally delivered the meal, and the housekeeper had no time to argue with the hotel about the work efficiency, so he picked up the dining car and prepared the medicine Mr. Huo wanted.

Duan Ming saw that he was struggling alone, so he helped him out, took over the dining car, and walked to the elevator with the housekeeper.

"Thank you." The housekeeper was so moved that he couldn't help telling Duan Ming his heart-to-heart confession, "Actually... Mr. Huo has some symptoms of susceptibility period, and he is afraid of doing something wrong to Mr. Liang."

Duan Ming was taken aback: "It's really not urgent."

The butler didn't know what he was afraid of, and sighed: "During Mr. Huo's susceptible period, we were indeed a little colder towards the people around us, and only asked me to come over if we had something to do."

Duan Ming thought for a while after hearing this, and then sighed: "Liang Xiao looks big-hearted, but actually he doesn't trust the people around him very much. We only let us handle the personal things."

The housekeeper knew Liang Xiao's experience back then, so it was not difficult to understand, and nodded: "Boss Huo is the same, the susceptibility period is more obvious, and he never asks people to get close."

Duan Ming just erased his worries about Liang Xiao's frivolity and presumptuousness, and nodded reassuringly: "Liang Xiao is the same, even if he is a deep sleeper, he will wake up immediately if someone touches him."

When it came to sleeping, the housekeeper became even more melancholy: "Boss Huo doesn't sleep well."

Duan Ming was distressed: "Liang Xiao actually recognizes the bed."

The elevator stopped at the top floor with a ding, and the butler went out, pressed the elevator for him, and worked together to push the dining car out.

Duan Ming stuffed the man into the presidential suite. Originally, he just wanted to be responsible to Mr. Huo. Now that he cleared up the misunderstanding, he also planned to find a chance to bring him back to rest in peace.

"During Mr. Huo's susceptible period, he often wouldn't close his eyes properly for a few days."

The butler opened the door with a headache and pride: "It's only when I'm here that I can take a break."

"Liang Xiao can't sleep well when he's outside."

Duan Ming nodded, both worried and proud: "Every time you want to rest in peace, you must have at least one of us by your side."

The two confided in each other all the way, each felt that it was too late to see each other, so they nodded each other, kept silent and walked lightly.

The housekeeper gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom: "Mr. Huo—"

housekeeper:"……"

Duan Ming poked his head out: "?"

Duan Ming: "??"

The bright daylight in the afternoon was tightly blocked by the curtains, the bedroom was dimly lit, the light from the wall lamp was soft, and the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Two clean lunch boxes were stacked and neatly placed on the desk.

Huo Lan, who never let people get close to him, leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, with a thin blanket on his body, his brows were tired and relaxed, leaning against the person beside him, who was sleeping soundly.

Liang Xiao, who would wake up with just a touch, hugged Mr. Huo's arm and fell into a dark sleep. Attracted by some mysterious force, half of his body was already tied on Mr. Huo's shoulder.

The butler stood up for the night, looked at Duan Ming who was haggard at the door, sighed, and closed the door.