President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

General Manager Long Tao hurried away with a disheveled face and a gloomy expression.

The housekeeper went out to see off the guests, and hurried back: "Mr. Huo—"

"Today's matter." Huo Lan said, "Don't mention it to Mr. Liang."

The butler was taken aback, opened his mouth, and swallowed all the words: "...Yes."

Long Tao signed the letter of intent, and the contract still needs to be sent back to Xingguan Legal Department for unified approval. Huo Lan reviewed it page by page and handed it back to the Secretary Department.

"Five days to a week at most, go through the formal legal process, they can't take advantage of the loopholes."

The head of the secretary department has been chatting with the captain of the bodyguard these days, and he understands the key points that Mr. Huo cares about, and made a special promise: "Mr. Liang will be transitioned to Xingguan safely and steadily."

Huo Lan nodded: "Go."

The head of the secretary department was very neat, packed up the contract and went out to meet with the legal department.

The butler closed the door, looked at Huo Lan's expression for a while, and hesitated: "Boss Huo."

Huo Lan closed his eyes and pressed his brows hard.

"Mr. Huo." The housekeeper probably knew what he was thinking, and persuaded him in a low voice, "They are angry from embarrassment...you don't have to take what Mr. Liang said to you."

From Long Tao's point of view, Liang Xiao is just an omega that failed to set up a trap and ruined it. The suppression over the years is mostly because of fear of Huo Lan.

These people are used to being a dog, and they are even more outspoken when they are in a hurry.

But Huo Lan would definitely not listen to this.

... Not only this, but Mr. Huo even heard "sexing Mr. Liang", and felt that this kind of words were demeaning Mr. Liang.

The butler was unconsciously worried, pulled his mind back, and explained him in a low voice: "If you buy Long Tao, they won't be able to slander Mr. Liang."

Huo Lan listened and nodded: "Yes."

"Do you think..." the butler looked at his face and continued to guess, "When Mr. Liang was in Longtao, I'm afraid he heard too much of this kind of talk and suffered too much of this kind of grievance?"

Huo Lan was told the central thing by him, so he closed his eyes forcefully, the knuckles of his left hand clenched white: "...Yes."

The butler quickly sent a message to the captain of the bodyguard, telling him to buy a pound of thin-skinned walnuts, and then returned to accompany Huo Lan patiently: "Mr. Liang must be feeling bad because he has been wronged."

Huo Lan clenched his hands even tighter, silently raised his eyes.

"When people feel uncomfortable."

The butler cleared his throat and said cautiously, "Not all of them are... walnut peelers."

Huo Lan: "..."

The butler quickly changed his words: "You peel."

Huo Lan was only in the susceptible period, not because he was hurting his brain. His expression cooled down, and he turned on the computer: "Needless to say."

"When people are uncomfortable...you have to coax them."

The butler pretended he didn't hear it, and continued to say: "You coax Mr. Liang, Mr. Liang will not be wronged."

After the butler finished speaking, he held his breath and waited for a while, watching the cursor on Huo Lan's computer move a few times, then stop at the end of a line without moving.

The housekeeper was secretly delighted, and struck while the iron was hot: "Mr. Liang is almost fine, are you going to bed with Mr. Liang tonight?"

Huo Lan let go of the mouse and looked up at him.

Butler: "Before going to bed, give Mr. Liang something."

"What?" Huo Lan asked.

"It's all right...don't write a letter." The housekeeper thought for a moment, and suddenly became alert, "And don't ask Mr. Liang to write another review on your letter."

As soon as Huo Lan's plan was brutally rejected, he was stunned for a moment, lowered his gaze, and remained silent.

His brows were sharp and cold, and he kept his eyes closed in such a silent way, but it made people look plain and soft-hearted.

The housekeeper held on for a while, then gave in with a sigh: "You can write a letter..."

I heard from Duan Ming that when he received the letter of apology, Mr. Liang was also very moved, and he had to take it out to read it from time to time.

It was also placed in a hidden folder, and two layers of passwords were added, and they refused to share it with them anyway.

The housekeeper no longer expects Mr. Huo to give Mr. Liang a toothmark on the bed, and after thinking about it carefully, he thinks that writing a letter occasionally may actually be fun: "Mr. Liang is not good at Chinese, so don't force him to write a review. "

Huo Lan nodded.

"The contract hasn't been finalized yet." The housekeeper asked, "Are you going to wait until it's finalized before telling Mr. Liang?"

Huo Lan would undoubtedly not admit it normally, but after all, the susceptible period was frank, and he was silent for a moment: "His birthday is at the end of the month."

Although I heard from Liang Xiao that he was picked up by the director of the orphanage when he was a child, he was counted according to the day when he opened his household registration, but it was his birthday after all.

Huo Lan ignored the rules and suppressed Long Tao to this point, forcing Long Tao to sell the contract in advance, so he had this idea to some extent.

It was the first time for the butler to witness their Huo Zong leap, and he was stunned for a long time, overjoyed: "Okay, okay."

"Is Mr. Liang born in a leap year?" The housekeeper flipped through the calendar and quickly wrote it down. "It's been four years since that incident. Erase the past and start all over again. This gift couldn't be better..."

Huo Lan didn't have much confidence in his heart at first, but seeing his approval, his expression relaxed a lot: "Before——"

"Don't tell Mr. Liang." The housekeeper understood, "Keep secret, surprise."

It was the first time for Huo Lan to do this kind of thing, and he really didn't want to be taken out and told over and over again, so he looked away and put his mind back on his work.

The housekeeper was happy for a long time, completely relieved, he didn't make any more trouble for him, he tidied up the room and left quietly.

Set side.

After Liang Xiao finished speaking, he didn't explain any more.

Chi Che met him with clear and bright eyes, pondered for a while, and vaguely understood: "Okay."

Chi Che came to Liang Xiao only to return favors, seeing that he had already made up his mind, he didn't say any more: "Mr. Jiang's studio can help you at any time if you need help in the future."

Liang Xiao smiled: "Thank you."

"I should thank you." Chi Che reached out to him, "If it wasn't for you, I might—"

Liang Xiao: "You will survive."

Chi Che was startled.

The assistant director had already come to urge him by the booth, Liang Xiao didn't have time to say more, he quickly shook his hand a few times, and he was dragged by the stage manager to the dressing room.

Chi Che froze on the spot, stood there for a while, and looked at Duan Ming who was packing up his things.

Duan Ming guessed what he was going to ask, smiled and said politely: "There's nothing you can't say, just ask."

"Mr. Liang..." Chi Che had only vaguely heard what happened at that time, and carefully considered his tone, "At that time——"

"It's not easy." Duan Ming put down his things, took a breath and looked back to think, "Now that I think about it, we have hardly seen him cry for so many days."

Chi Che's shoulders tensed silently, and the back of his ears felt hot.

Duan Ming didn't notice anything strange about him. It was rare for him to recall the past, and wiped his face: "He doesn't look sad, and he even joked with us... We are also big-hearted, and we thought he was fine."

Chi Che frowned: "Did something happen later?"

"It doesn't count." Duan Ming shook his head, "The person disappeared in the middle of the night, we were frightened crazy, and it took half a night to find it."

Chi Che was nervous: "Where is it?"

"...in the flower bed."

Duan Ming rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly: "I don't know where I bought the beer. I drank less than half a can of it. I thought I was on the rooftop, so I called and cried saying that the rooftop is so cold and windy."

Chi Che: "..."

Duan Ming was actually not ashamed to talk about this dark history, but Liang Xiao had explained it in advance and told him to tell the other party to reassure him, so he could only cooperate: "We will take him down."

Chi Che compared his heart to his heart. He was already prepared to hear a particularly tragic story from the past, so he was stunned for a long time before reluctantly nodding: "Yes, it's not easy."

"It's not easy." Duan Ming sighed, "Holding the street lamp and not letting go, we must fasten him with a safety rope."

"..." Chi Che was completely speechless. He was tense for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing him laughing, Duan Ming felt relieved, and smiled at Chi Che: "You go back quickly, Mr. Jiang is about to fight with the field manager."

When he came back this time, Jiang Pingchao seemed much more nervous than his manager. When Chi Che was talking to them, he stayed by Liang Xiaopeng the whole time.

Duan Ming looked there several times, thinking that the other party might not even move his posture.

After waiting for three days for today's scene, I finally got all the people together. Director Song refused to delay for another half a minute. The assistant director brought three scene managers to persuade Mr. Jiang to put on make-up, but it still didn't work. The killer carried the man away.

Chi Che returned to his senses, glanced to the sidelines, quickly thanked him, and hurried over.

Duan Ming retired, packed his things and went to the dressing room.

"Brother Duan, did you tell me?"

Liang Xiao was asking the makeup artist to adjust the shape of his eyebrows, when he saw Duan Ming coming in from the mirror: "How is the effect?"

"Laughed, I guess it's all right." Duan Ming has never seen him manage so leniently, "Help people to grandma's house."

Liang Xiao smiled.

Duan Ming looked at him for a while, sighed, and pressed his shoulder.

There is one thing that Duan Ming didn't point out to Chi Che, that time of getting drunk was the only time Liang Xiao cried so much during those six months.

Duan Ming couldn't think about his state of mind at the time, so he suppressed his thoughts and changed the topic: "Mr. Jiang has been staring at him, probably because he is afraid that something will happen again."

Liang Xiao was so serious: "It's so sweet."

"..." Duan Ming was furious, furious for a long time, and vaguely reminded, "It's the last match."

After filming for so long, Mr. Huo only watched one episode, which was a deleted clip that was not officially broadcast.

Although Mr. Huo is indeed busy with everything, no matter how you say it, this drama has a lot of meaning to Liang Xiao, and it is the finale of the finale.

Duan Ming also wanted to be serious: "Can't you tell Mr. Huo?"

Liang Xiaoteng said hotly: "No, no, no."

It was rare for Duan Ming to see him stuttering, so he looked at him inexplicably: "Why?"

"Affecting the state..."

Liang Xiao made a vague explanation, and silently recited the "Pure Heart Mantra": "Director Song asked me to be ethereal but not ethereal, real but not real."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming: "Can I add a translucent special effect for you?"

Not a fantasy drama, obviously not.Liang Xiao sighed lightly, temporarily suppressed the picture sitting on the desk, and continued to concentrate on finding the state that Director Song requested.

The last scene is both the end and the beginning. The dust settles, the artillery fire temporarily disappears, and the storm is about to come, but the shadow of war and death still lingers.

The appearance of Yun Lian will be the only pure bright color in this scene.

When Liang Xiao arrived on the set, Song Qi was talking to the others about the play, and he specifically named him: "How about it, are you sure you can find it?"

"Do your best." Liang Xiao nodded, "I'll try."

Song Qi also knew that asking for perversion was too much, waved the others away, and said to him alone: ​​"Come here."

Liang Xiao put down the script and went to find a Maza to sit down.

"You didn't intend to live."

Song Qi: "Now that I am alive, there is nothing I must do, and there is no place I must go."

"The sky is big and the earth is big." Song Qi asked, "Can you find this sense of bewilderment?"

Liang Xiao nodded: "Yes."

"But you won't be stuck in this daze."

Song Qi changed the topic: "You have never had nowhere to stay, and you are used to living like this. Even if you encounter something again, you will not feel extra sad."

Song Qi: "I don't allow myself to feel sad either."

Liang Xiao lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Yes."

At this level, in fact, it was already all of Song Qi's original requirements.But the screenwriter insisted, Song Qi fought with him for three days, and they could only take a step back: "But this time, you suddenly want to live well."

Liang Xiao: "Why?"

Song Qi was upset: "God knows."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Song Qi was a professional director after all, so he suppressed his anger and told him again: "Maybe you found something or someone."

These are the extensions behind the lens, and no matter how much they say, they will not be included in the main line, but the blank space in it can bring people endless reverie.

Song Qi thought for a while, and gave him a rough idea: "For example, it's a person... With this person around, you suddenly feel that you can take a break and treat yourself better."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then raised his head.

"Duckweed drifts without roots."

Song Qi cleared his mind, and finally made a decision: "This time, you won't be able to float anymore."

Song Qi: "Because of this person, you suddenly feel tired, so you want to stop. It is also because of this person that you are determined to continue walking."

Song Qi looked at him: "Can you find the feeling?"

Liang Xiao sat for a while, his throat moved, but he didn't answer right away.

Song Qi tried his best, seeing that he looked dazed and his head was as big as a bucket: "If you can't—"

"Yes." Liang Xiao said.

Song Qi doubted: "Really?"

Liang Xiao smiled, and let go of his lightly clenched hands: "Really."

The last scene was in the semi-outdoor, open to natural light, and the executive director counted the time, which happened to be stuck in the pale evening sun.

The only group of lights was set up in the teahouse, and the angle was adjusted several times. Group D made a gesture of determination and gave a thumbs up: "After this shooting, I will definitely be able to take stock of the top 10 on camera."

"Don't lean on the railing alone." Song Qi shook the script, and finally helped Liang Xiao feel: "The tea room is on the second floor, and there are lights shining through. The dark scenes between you and others are separated, but you are actually with them. one place."

Liang Xiao nodded.

Song Qi motioned to the executive director, turned around and went downstairs.

""New Year's Eve" 91 scenes and three scenes, action!"

The aftermath of the bombing faded away.

The enemy's strength was almost completely destroyed, leaving only a deserted city, and the plane circled a few times before leaving with a frantic roar.

Devastated, the crowd moved slowly, converging, rubbing shoulders with each other.

Jing Zhe stood up from the ruins staggeringly with blood on his body, with a dazed look on his face.

This daze only existed for a moment, he stood still, raised his head, his eyes lit up, and staggered towards the lover in front of him.

The road was so ruined that no vehicles could pass through it, Jing Ming abandoned the Jing family's entourage, and drove the horse all the way to death, almost vomited blood.

Ruins were all over the ground, Jing Ming reined in his horse severely, searched his eyes several times, and finally settled down among the crowd.

People are wandering, looking for their way back, embracing tightly covered in blood and tears.

The main camera does not stop deliberately, and slowly turns around the panorama, the cold gray ruins, the new or sinking blood, the twilight of the setting sun, and the corner tea house.

Yun Lian was leaning against the railing, dressed in usual clothes, with a calm expression.

It is impossible for him not to be wounded, except for his pale complexion, there are no other clues.

Warm-toned light shines from the teahouse, reflecting the fireworks that have nothing to do with him.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes, thinking about Song Qi's words.

The sky is big, the earth is big, and I am alone.

Liang Xiao mobilized his emotions, opened his eyes and was about to match the plane seat, when he was suddenly startled.

Not only thinking... He seems to have seen Huo Lan.

The staff is busy, everyone is focused on excellence, trying their best to polish the most important long shot, and no one pays attention to the sidelines.

Huo Lan didn't get close to the crowd, and there was no housekeeper by his side, so he stood a little further away.

It's too far away to actually see clearly.But looking at the general direction of Huo Lan's gaze, he still vaguely felt that... Huo Lan might be looking at him.

In order to find a feeling, Liang Xiao suddenly scattered all the memories in his mind.

"I miss that person you met." Before going downstairs, Song Qi turned around and reminded, "It's not that you have nowhere to go."

……

The director of group D looked at the monitor, his eyes lit up, and he silently grabbed the cameraman's arm.

Yun Lian lowered his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Absolutely!"

Song Qi dropped the script, unable to hide his excitement: "That's it, the last shot ends!"

Liang Xiao hasn't finished the show yet, trying his best to come back from Schrödinger's misty world: "Director Song, something's wrong."

"What's wrong?" Song Qi was inspired and didn't allow him to speak at all, "Cut all this shot! How is the D group doing? Keep two close-up shots. This kind of state is rare, and he probably won't do it again." I can't shoot it..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

"It doesn't matter." The screenwriter patted him on the shoulder, not in a hurry, "Yun Lian is a character outside the whole story. In other words, it is only from his perspective that this is a complete story."

Screenwriter: "He is a person in the game and an observer. The story ends in his eyes, which is just right."

Liang Xiao always felt that the screenwriter had premeditated: "Teacher Jiang and the others—"

"There will be no opinions." The screenwriter said, "Everyone has their own highlights, as long as the arrangement is proper, there will be no talk of stealing the show."

Liang Xiao had nothing to say, and smiled helplessly.

"Don't think too much." Su Man also snatched a monitor, watched the last scene, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's so beautiful, if I were the director, I'll play the last scene of the opening song in this scene."

"..." Liang Xiao quickly stopped her: "Sister Man."

Behind Su Man was Song Qi, raised his eyebrows, stopped pretending to accidentally remind Song Dao, and sternly patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, you have a bright future."

"Congratulations on the finale." Meng Feibai walked over and smiled at Liang Xiao, "It's well deserved. In five years, this scene will probably appear in your acting inventory."

Both Meng Feibai and Jiang Pingchao had an explosive scene in the last scene. The two brothers fought fiercely in the ruins. Halfway through the fight, they didn't know who would hug the other first. When he turned his face back, he was still somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Pingchao was busy staring at the manager, turning his head every step, and shaking hands with Liang Xiao: "Congratulations..."

"..." Chi Che couldn't stand it any longer, and stood behind Liang Xiao.

Jiang Pingchao breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Liang Xiao: "We will cooperate later."

Several leading actors had no objection to the last scene, Liang Xiao couldn't say any more, and smiled: "It's an honor."

He is the only one who needs to finish filming. After this scene is filmed, the crew will have to move positions. The leading actors who have just cried and embraced in the ruins have to adjust back to the previous stage, and then shoot war scenes for a month without looking down on each other.

Liang Xiao is very popular in the film crew, not only the leading actors, but also the assistant director and producer all came over to shake hands and hug each other, congratulating him on the successful completion of filming.

The screenwriter also shook hands with him, and said with a smile, "People didn't know Ling Yunmu at that time, so they waited until Ling Yunshi made his way."

Liang Xiao smiled: "You are absurd."

"Not wrong." Song Qi interjected, looking at him with rare appreciation, "Go, the future is like a sea."

No matter which month the war scene was filming, it was the last day of filming in Jiangnan after all. A group of people shouted and booed each other to thank each other for their hard work.

Surrounded by the crowd, Liang Xiao thanked them with great difficulty, and asked Duan Ming to give them the customary wrapping ceremony, he came out to breathe a sigh of relief, and looked around.

Duan Ming followed and drilled out: "What are you looking for?"

Liang Xiao whispered: "Where is Mr. Huo?"

"Has Mr. Huo come?" Duan Ming was stunned, "I didn't notice, I was just staring at you at that time..."

Liang Xiao thought for a while, then looked back, and felt that Huo Lan might not be able to blend smoothly into the crowd rolling in the smoky ruins behind him.

He especially wanted to see Huo Lan right now, so he took off his coat and stuffed it into Duan Ming's hand: "Brother Duan, cover me."

"..." Duan Ming watched his back, resigned himself to his fate and sighed heavily, put on his coat and worried: "Run slowly! Don't catch a cold..."

Liang Xiao waved his hands and quickly left the set.

It was rare for the scene of the tea house not to be disheartened, Liang Xiao changed his clothes, took a shower and changed his clothes neatly, he moved as fast as he could, but the sky was still completely dark and full of stars.

Liang Xiao didn't ask his assistant to follow, and got into the elevator.

Huo Lan sat in front of the desk, looked up when he heard the door knock, and was startled.

Liang Xiao's mind was agitated for a long time on the set, but seeing him now, he felt hot in hindsight: "...Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan narrowed his eyes.

Liang Xiao closed the door behind his back and walked towards him.

"Congratulations... for finishing it."

Huo Lan was not very familiar with the traditions of the crew, so he imitated the strangers who heard him congratulate him, got up and stretched out his hand to him: "It's hard work."

Liang Xiao was startled.

He knew that Huo Lan had gone to the set, but when he came down, he was surrounded by people. He didn't know when Huo Lan left.

Even if they have learned this sentence, they may indeed have stayed with Mr. Huo for a long time.

Liang Xiao's heart beat a little fast, and his memory grew, so he didn't dare to ask Huo Lan if he was waiting for him after waiting by himself for so long.

Huo Lan waited for a while, seeing that he didn't intend to shake hands, so he withdrew his hand without forcing it.

Liang Xiao came back to his senses and cleared his throat: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan looked up.

"Finishing..."

Liang Xiao was so arrogant that he was completely shameless: "Do you have a finale gift for me?"

Huo Lan: "Yes."

Liang Xiao has already made up his mind, as long as Huo Lan is not there, he will take advantage of the opportunity to try to get Lai to stay in their Mr. Huo's villa for a few more days.

I can't float anymore.

He didn't know if he could stop, but he really wanted to stop and walk with Huo Lan.

Liang Xiao purposely typed out the manuscript, and was about to speak when he was lucky, but was caught off guard: "...Huh?"

Huo Lan opened the drawer, took out a small paper bag, and handed it to him.

Liang Xiao took it in a daze, carefully opened it, and looked at the ten walnuts that had been peeled off completely: "..."

Huo Lan helped him re-wrap it, put it in his pocket, bent down to hold Liang Xiao's wrist: "Have you washed?"

Liang Xiao hadn't come out of the shock of the walnut yet, he nodded subconsciously when he heard this.

Huo Lan touched his wrist, tried to hold it, and led him to the master bedroom.

Liang Xiao felt that he might have opened the wrong door, so he asked him to lead him to the bedside, and muttered: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan's shoulders and back were slightly sluggish, and he stood by the bed for a while, closed his eyes and made up his mind to lie down.

"..." Liang Xiao didn't quite know whether he should call the butler: "Do you—do you need any special service?"

It was the first time for Huo Lan to be a pillow, so how did he know that he needed any special services? He frowned and looked at him: "Not enough?"

Liang Xiao: "...Huh?"

Huo Lan didn't know if he shouldn't wear a shirt with a good-quality pillow, but after all, today was a special day, and he wanted to celebrate the wrapping up for Liang Xiao. After a long stalemate, he sat up with one hand.

Huo Lan closed his eyes, and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

Liang Xiao burned on the spot with a bang: "Boss Huo Huo Huo."

Liang Xiao sees no evil: "It's not right..."

Huo Lan was impatient, closed his eyes to suppress his temper, picked him up with one hand, lay down together, held his arm around his waist.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Huo Lan lay upright, with his hands slack on the edges of his legs, and he closed his eyes: "Go to sleep."

……

Silent night.

Liang Xiao was trapped on the bed, hugged the hard Mr. Huo, and touched his pocket in a daze.

He took out the paper bag and opened it, took out a walnut, and ate it.