President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Liang Xiao lay on Mr. Huo's bed for three whole days.

The estrus period is well-deserved of its reputation, until the third day, Liang Xiao managed to gather some strength to stand up by himself.

Huo Lan went to the company, Liang Xiao really couldn't lie down.Turned back and forth on the bed a few times, put on his clothes, and wandered out the door.

The life assistant stood guard at the door and was taken aback by him: "Mr. Liang---"

"It's okay." Liang Xiao smiled, "Take a breath."

The life assistant was equipped by Xingguan for Liang Xiao. I don't know Liang Xiao's origin, but I only know that he is an artist that Mr. Huo attaches great importance to.

Liang Xiao had spoken to him a few times, but he wasn't very familiar with him.

Before leaving, Mr. Huo specifically asked Mr. Liang to take good care of him. The life assistant hesitated for a while, and said carefully: "Where are you going? I'll help you—"

"No need." Liang Xiao was very kind, "I know the way."

When fulfilling the contract before, he actually came to Huo's house.

He has been in the master bedroom for the past few days. Next to the master bedroom is the side sleeper, and the side sleeper is the office.

There is also a small bedroom around the office.

Liang Xiao was especially fond of the bathroom in the small bedroom, and he even threw heavy medical knowledge on Mr. Huo's head in the small bedroom.

Later, when I went out, I was too hasty, so the paparazzi took advantage of the loopholes and took a bunch of high-resolution photos that made people daydream.

Liang Xiao just wanted to get some air, so he walked slowly half a circle along the familiar route without asking the life assistant to follow.

It's not that I haven't been sick before, but it's different from the inexplicable powerlessness this time.The glands at the back of the neck are still tossing endlessly, obviously I don't feel uncomfortable in any specific place, but I can't use any strength.

Walking to the second lap, Liang Xiao's forehead was sweating a little, and he had to close his eyes to cover the snowflakes in his vision, and leaned against the door to rest for a while.

Liang Xiao gathered his strength a few times, but before he could stand still, someone ran over and grabbed him suddenly: "What are you doing running out?"

Liang Xiao froze for a moment, then opened his eyes: "Brother Duan?"

"Boss Huo asked me to come with Xiao Gong."

Duan Ming knew what he was going to ask, so he answered in advance: "I'm afraid you won't be used to the people in the villa."

Liang Xiao didn't expect that Huo Lan would even think about this kind of thing, he was stunned for a while, then smiled: "I'm fine...Thank you for your hard work."

"Living in a villa, Xiaogong is so happy and crazy." Duan Ming couldn't understand Liang Xiao, so he pushed open a door and helped him to sit down: "Take a break, and walk slowly."

Before, every time he was waiting for Liang Xiao outside, it was the first time for the assistant to enter the villa, so he was very excited.

Duan Ming was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he pressed the button all morning, and waited for Mr. Huo to leave before letting him out to watch the fun.

"Tell him." Duan Ming said, "You are only allowed to stroll outside, you are not allowed to enter the house, and you are not allowed to touch things."

Liang Xiao smiled: "Actually, it's not that strict..."

Duan Ming: "Be stricter."

Liang Xiao's dizziness has not been completely relieved, so he didn't speak any more, nodded, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

"Are you okay?" Duan Ming was worried, and supported him, "Is the dizziness serious, has it been like this for the past few days?"

"It was even worse a few days ago." Liang Xiao opened his eyes with lingering fear, "I feel like I am rolling forward with the waves on a rough boat."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming wanted to ask him where he got this metaphor, but he couldn't bear it: "Mr. Huo has been with you all this time?"

Liang Xiao was slightly surprised: "Brother Duan, how do you know?"

Duan Mingxin said that he was afraid that the entire Huo family would know, so he patted Liang Xiao on the shoulder and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

In the past three days, Mr. Huo has not come out of the bedroom. All the work is communicated remotely by the housekeeper. Even the meeting is just a short text discussion, and he has not even connected the video once.

Xingguan is far away, and not many people know the inside story.

The Huo family's nannies, chefs and bodyguards were all discussing in private that Mr. Huo might really be subdued by the omega he brought back this time.

"These three days..."

Duan Ming himself couldn't help gossip, lowered his voice: "What did Boss Huo do with you?"

After three days of thinking hard on the bed, Liang Xiao prepared this question: "Temporary mark."

"My glands need stabilization."

Liang Xiao was well prepared and explained calmly: "Temporary marking a few times will help to clear the pheromone. Mr. Huo's pheromone is active during this period, and it can also be stabilized by temporary marking."

Duan Ming was a little surprised to see Liang Xiao's calm posture, and stared at him carefully for a while.

Liang Xiao nodded: "Mutual benefit."

"Mr. Huo bit you." Duan Ming thought about his answer carefully, and translated, "I bit you for three whole days."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Duan Ming doesn't know much about temporary marks, but according to the length of time Liang Xiao went to do money transactions with Mr. Huo, he always felt that such a small matter would take less than three days: "That's not right, you——"

Duan Ming raised his hand and waved in front of Liang Xiao's eyes: "What's wrong?"

Liang Xiao was caught off guard, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

"..." Duan Ming understood: "Ah, it's too thorny—"

Liang Xiao steamed: "Brother Duan!"

Duan Ming cooperated: "I won't ask any more."

Liang Xiao's glands were a little unstable again, so he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly several times to cool himself down.

……

For the past three days, Huo Lan has indeed been temporarily marking him.

Gland sensitivity during estrus is an omega's body instinct. Liang Xiao thought that after a few times, it would be almost enough to adapt slowly, but he didn't expect that it didn't get better at all.

Huo Boss is...a genius.

Obviously, for the first time, he pressed his left arm but couldn't hold down his right arm, and couldn't hold down his waist when he hugged his shoulders.

Up to now, he has been able to suppress him in his arms neatly and comprehensively, coaxing him not to be afraid in a low voice, biting his wrist while skillfully biting his neck.

Liang Xiao was powerless, he was bitten for three days in a daze, and now thinking about it, he still feels uncomfortable.

Seeing his changing expression, Duan Ming basically guessed the plot of these three days, so he stopped provoking Liang Xiao and changed something: "Your pajamas have arrived."

Liang Xiao was still in a daze, and when he heard him talking about pajamas, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Huo who had taken care of him for the past three days and hardly slept a wink, and didn't even take off his clothes: "What pajamas?"

"Didn't you buy it?" Duan Ming was worried that he would be fooled by being bitten, and touched his forehead, "For Mr. Huo, return the walnut."

Liang Xiao tried his best to regain his senses, remembering the beginning and the end: "...Yes."

The walnuts have been eaten several times. Mr. Huo has a strong obsession with walnuts during his susceptible period, and there are still a lot of stocks in the bedroom.

When Liang Xiao was feeling unwell, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Huo Lan guarding him every step of the way.When I felt better and passed out, I would occasionally wake up in a daze and see Huo Lan peeling walnuts under the lamp.

With a tool that looks even professional, the walnut skin is broken, disassembled carefully, and the kernels inside are peeled out.

Skillful movements, light and silent.

Liang Xiao's consciousness has been chaotic these days, and sometimes he can see clearly, and even feel that this scene is a little familiar.

It does not originate from the impression of being together these days, it is more like a quiet and hazy deja vu that has been separated for too long, so long that there is only a vague outline left.

……

Duan Ming saw that he was suddenly in a daze, stretched out his hand and shook Liang Xiao's eyes again: "What are you thinking?"

Liang Xiao pondered: "I wonder if Walnut and I have an unresolved relationship."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Liang Xiao couldn't explain clearly to him, and he waved his hands in a deep thought: "Let's talk about it later..."

Liang Xiao was very dizzy when he was helped into the door, and he didn't pay attention, but now he recovered, and looked back at the bookshelves on the entire wall behind him: "Is this the study room?"

Duan Ming asked him to sit down in a hurry, but he didn't look carefully, he looked up for a moment: "Really."

Liang Xiao hadn't seen Mr. Huo's study room yet, thinking of his obsession these days, he suddenly couldn't help but want to find two books.

Duan Ming was stunned: "What book?"

Liang Xiao is still thinking about what Boss Huo said at the beginning, these three days have passed in a daze and he didn't pay attention to it, now that he thinks about it, his ears warm up again: "It's the book."

Duan Ming remembered: "You asked Mr. Huo to mark you for three days in a row. You two are perfect, lonely and widowed, and highly matched, but you still don't forget it, and you really want him to hold you to study as promised. "

Liang Xiao only had such a dream, he gritted his teeth, shameless: "...Yes."

Duan Ming took a deep breath: "Mr. Huo, do you have any pornographic books here?"

"..." Liang Xiao turned away from "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and said, "No."

Duan Ming almost wanted to donate two books to him. Looking at the bookshelf where Liang Xiao was spinning around, he pulled him away in time: "This is an economics book, "Currency War."

Liang Xiao changed sides.

Duan Ming raised his head to help him read: "Philosophical theory."

Liang Xiao changed sides again.

Duan Ming: "The mystery of the universe."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao didn't really want to realize his dream: "Is there a novel?"

""History of Modern Chinese Fiction Genres."" Duan Ming helped him find, ""Colombia History of British Fiction", "A Brief History of Chinese Fiction."

"..." Liang Xiao buried his dream with his own hands, leaned on the bookshelf, and left.

Star Crown's meeting will be held soon.

Huo Lan succinctly explained the necessary affairs, asked the secretary department to collect the documents, and asked his assistant to drive back to the villa.

"Mr. Liang is asleep."

The butler greeted him: "I just fell asleep not long ago, and I haven't woken up yet."

The meeting delayed time, Huo Lan was worried about Liang Xiao, so he asked the housekeeper to rush back.

The housekeeper arrived earlier than him. On the way, he picked up Mr. Liang who had lost his dreams and withered. He didn't know where he was, and sent him back to the bedroom: "Mr. Liang is not in a good spirit today."

Huo Lan frowned and nodded: "Got it."

"Don't let Mr. Liang use the inhibitor?"

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Liang doesn't seem to be used to such active pheromones."

Huo Lan: "No."

Seeing Liang Xiao suffering so much, of course he felt distressed.

But don't be softhearted.

Liang Xiao has been using a special inhibitor for these years, even if it is more effective, after so many years of use, he should have developed resistance to the drug.

Liang Xiao probably felt it himself, and instinctively adjusted the dosage frequency according to the frequency of the pheromone.Huo Lan checked his dosage, and found that he couldn't hold down one pill a week, and he had to replenish it from time to time.

With such use, how could the side effects be better.

Now that he has found out, try to ask him to reduce the dosage of the inhibitor. After a few months, the sensitivity of the gland to the inhibitor can be restored to some extent, and the dosage can be appropriately reduced by then.

"Mr. Liang is not very good at taking care of himself." The butler thought for a while, then sighed, "If it wasn't for you—"

Huo Lan: "No."

The housekeeper was stunned: "What?"

Huo Lan closed his eyes, instinctively unwilling to make himself think about Liang Xiao's experiences in these years.

It's not that Liang Xiao doesn't know how to take care of himself.

There is really no choice, if you don't work hard, you can't earn your life, and if you work hard, you can only overdraw the inhibitors and continue the inhibitors.

This kind of thing can't blame him.

These years, how did Liang Xiao come here, and what happened to him.Even if you think about it a little bit, it's a knife.

Huo Lan suppressed his chest, and told the housekeeper: "For the next few days, work will be sent to the bedroom as usual. There will be no video conferences. If there is anything to do, report in writing."

The butler nodded: "Yes."

The housekeeper hesitated to speak: "But——"

Huo Lan: "What?"

"Don't work too hard."

The housekeeper hesitated for a while, and advised him in a low voice, "Take some rest."

Liang Xiao didn't use inhibitors, and every time the pheromone fluctuated, he had to rely purely on temporary marks to appease him.

During estrus, omega pheromones are extremely active, tossing around day and night.Of course, Mr. Liang himself is not feeling well. Huo Lan hasn't closed his eyes properly these days, and it's not easy.

"It's Mr. Liang who worked hard."

Huo Lan felt that he was worried about the wrong person: "I don't work hard."

The butler looked at him worriedly: "But——"

"Needless to say." Huo Lan said, "I don't need to rest."

Alpha's physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people. As long as he is not disturbed by pheromones, he will rarely get sick and weak.

Huo Lan temporarily marked Liang Xiao to relieve the pheromones in his body. Over the past few days, the symptoms of the susceptible period are gradually reducing, and he doesn't feel that he needs to rest.

The butler didn't dare to persuade him, so he opened the bedroom door for him, sorted out the documents to be approved, and left quietly.

Huo Lan closed the door.

The bedroom is quiet, the sunlight outside the window is tightly blocked by the curtains, and the light from the bedside table is soft.

Liang Xiao hugged something unknown, curled up on the bedside and fell asleep, holding a book in his hand.

It was rare for Huo Lan to see him read a book, so he was inexplicably relieved, walked over lightly, held the book in his hand and glanced at the cover: "..."

"Contemporary Medical Knowledge Dictionary".

Liang Xiao didn't sleep soundly, and suddenly woke up: "Who—"

Liang Xiao was slightly startled, looking at Huo Lan who was holding his book in his hand: "Boss Huo, what's wrong?"

"..." Huo Lan: "Headache."

Liang Xiao choked and coughed twice,

Huo Lan really didn't want to see this book, so he confiscated it from him and put it in the deep drawer because he was so ruthless and authoritarian.

Liang Xiao was a little guilty, remembering what happened back then, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and endured the extreme pain.

He entered the study with a dream in mind, but he really couldn't read the books on Mr. Huo's bookshelf. He remembered the only one he had a feeling for, so he asked Duan Ming to find it, and sent it over to look through it.

I really couldn't bear to see that before falling asleep, Liang Xiao was actually vaguely awake, and realized that it was really inappropriate for Mr. Huo to read this book that was once used as a murder weapon.

It's just that they didn't expect Mr. Huo to come back so early.

Liang Xiao didn't have time to destroy the corpse, watching Huo Lan half-squatting and locking the drawer, he couldn't hold back anymore, turned around and buried himself in the quilt, enjoying himself for a long time.

Huo Lan put away the keys, suppressed the unpleasant memories in his mind, got up and went back to the bed.

Liang Xiao was still weak, he lost his energy after laughing for a while, and lay on his back on the bed rubbing his eyes, his eyes were full of small stars.

Huo Lan embraced him, told him to sit up slightly, and leaned on his shoulder: "Miss studying?"

Liang Xiao didn't expect that he would still remember, so he was stunned for a long time, then cleared his throat with his ears burned: "...I think."

Huo Lan raised his hand and wiped off the sweat on his forehead: "What do you want to hear?"

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Can I choose by myself?"

Huo Lan didn't understand what was so strange, met his gaze, and nodded.

Liang Xiao opened his mouth and hastily braked the brakes.

...For a moment, he even wanted to ask his agent to support the two little pornographic books.

At most, this kind of thought is just an addiction to think about, Liang Xiao tried to make up the picture in his head, and before it took shape, the whole person was familiar with Mr. Huo's arms.

"Uncomfortable?" Huo Lan frowned, touched his forehead, and leaned over to check the pheromone indicators on his bracelet.

"No." Liang Xiao woke up and was about to speak when he suddenly realized that there was still something in his arms, "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan looked up.

Liang Xiao coughed: "...this."

In the circle of friends, he has given gifts to many people, but it is the first time that the gift is so personal and the object is so special.

It was rare for Liang Xiao not to know what to say, so he cleared his throat, decided to let the recipient of the gift experience it for himself, closed his eyes and pushed the pajamas straight into Huo Lan's arms.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes tightly and held his breath.

……

Liang Xiao couldn't hold back anymore, took a breath, and opened one eye.

Mr. Huo sat on the edge of the bed holding the things he stuffed, nothing changed from before.

Doesn't seem to have any experience.

Liang Xiao hesitated for a while, then turned his heart back: "Mr. Huo?"

Huo Lan shuddered, pulled back to his senses by his voice, and looked down at the suit in his arms.

According to the style, it should be pajamas, which have been washed and the labels have been deliberately removed.

The fabric is soft and warm against the palm.

Huo Lan raised his eyes, met Liang Xiao's gaze, tried his best to comprehend his meaning for a while, and put the pajamas gently beside the bed.

Huo Lan hesitated for a long time, then raised his hand to cover the neckline of Liang Xiao's pajamas.

Huo Lan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, turned his gaze away, and unbuttoned his first button little by little.

"...Mr. Huo."

Liang Xiao was waiting for him to be moved, but he never expected that Mr. Huo would be moved to this point, and he quickly shook the hand on his neckline: "It's not right."

Huo Lan frowned, followed his strength and stopped.

Liang Xiao stammered: "Light, broad daylight."

In broad daylight, Mr. Huo's innocence cannot be polluted for nothing.

Liang Xiao stopped him once, feeling sorry for the butler, moved his hand away tremblingly, and closed his eyes bravely.

He tried his best.

If Mr. Huo unbuttoned another button, it would be beyond his decision.

Liang Xiao's heart was beating fast, and he even thought about whether he should simply confess his love with his face before the situation became undecidable.

He tossed and turned, but Huo Lan frowned and withdrew his hand: "Don't move."

Liang Xiao was taken aback: "Can't I even move?"

"It's inconvenient." Huo Lang tried his best not to look at him, "I can't remember..."

Liang Xiao froze for a moment, then opened his eyes: "Huh?"

Huo Lan was slightly startled, and met his gaze.

Huo Lan: "No—"

Liang Xiao: "It's not what?"

"Want me--"

Mr. Huo is used to self-denial and courtesy, and he respects him very much. He is unlikely to say such frivolous words, so he tried his best for a long while: "Give you... a change of clothes."

"It's my delusion." Huo Lan frowned, "I shouldn't belittle you."

Liang Xiao's heart pounded to the ground: "..."

Liang Xiao exhaled weakly, thinking that you are really too frivolous: "...No."

Liang Xiao really couldn't figure it out: "I want to change my pajamas, so I specially gave you the clothes and asked you to change them for me?"

Huo Lan couldn't figure it out either, but he didn't dare to ask, and kept his gaze away in silence.

Liang Xiao held back for a while, seeing them, Mr. Huo felt guilty, and couldn't hold back his joy.

Liang Xiao smiled and sighed, feeling sore and aching again.

"Mr. Huo." Liang Xiao lightly tugged at his sleeve, "Has anyone given you a gift before?"

Huo Lan was stunned.

"It's not the business type, sports car suits and famous watches."

Liang Xiao looked at him: "It's just...a friend."

Liang Xiao actually wanted to go one step further with the cheeky face, afraid of scaring him, so he fooled him: "A gift like a friend."

Huo Lan stared at him blankly, moved his lips, but made no sound.

Liang Xiao understood completely, rubbed his forehead, and pulled the corner of his mouth: "Pajamas..."

Liang Xiao smiled: "I didn't buy the pajamas for me."

"Two days ago." Liang Xiao was vague, "I made some money."

While talking, Liang Xiao felt that his quantifiers had never been used so accurately.

In the past few days, watching President Huo's office in the bedroom, Liang Xiao was facing the cash flow of tens of millions of units, and at one point actually wanted to cut his pajamas shorter and wear them himself.

Now that I think about it, thankfully not.

"It's not an expensive thing." Liang Xiao smiled, "Wear it for fun, if you don't like it, just take it out and put it away..."

Huo Lan got up suddenly.

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and looked at them in a daze, Mr. Huo rushing out the door in his pajamas.

Liang Xiao finished the rest of the sentence in a daze: "...that's fine."

"Don't you like it that much..."

Liang Xiao rubbed his eyes, a little puzzled, and lay back on the bed to think carefully.

He was worried that Huo Lan would not get used to the newly bought clothes, so he washed them in water specially, and removed all the labels that might be worn out.

I'm embarrassed to tell others, but I squatted in the bathroom and dried it with warm air.

Liang Xiao carefully recalled which process went wrong, and after thinking about it more carefully, he was surprised to find that Mr. Huo really didn't seem to wear much pajamas during the few days they knew each other.

Pajama phobia.

Childhood shadows, watching horror movies about pajamas.

Liang Xiao was thinking wildly, regretted and sighed deeply.

... If I knew it earlier, I would have bought a walnut smasher.

Mr. Huo took too long to leave.

Liang Xiao was lying on the bed, too idle, and had already filled his mind with the nightmare entanglement of Xiao Huo Lan and his pajamas.

Liang Xiao finished the last scene in his head, opened his eyes to the background music of the boy Huo Lan fighting the monster in pajamas, and sighed.

……

No matter what.

The carefully selected gifts were sent out and overturned, and I was somewhat disappointed.

Liang Xiao was a little depressed, he hugged himself and patted himself twice, and when he heard the door knock, he turned his head to look over.

The butler closed the door and entered cautiously.

Liang Xiao couldn't figure it out: "Is it not possible?"

The butler was stunned: "What?"

"I just sent a pajamas." Liang Xiao couldn't believe it, "Mr. Huo is so angry that he doesn't want to see me in person anymore?"

Liang Xiao looked at the gray-haired butler, and was reasonable: "Can you come and sleep with me? No, I can sleep well by myself, but I may draw Mr. Huo's villain on the bathroom mirror, please find someone tomorrow Wipe it off for me..."

"What did you say—" The butler listened for a long time inexplicably, and then suddenly realized, "You gave me the pajamas?"

Liang Xiao turned himself in: "Yes."

The housekeeper realized.

Mr. Huo had just forcefully stated that he didn't need to sleep, and suddenly changed into a set of pajamas he didn't know where he came from, and explained to everyone that he would sleep with Mr. Liang in the bedroom today.

Even the captain of the bodyguard was called over and listened to him. He was very nervous and pulled him to ask Mr. Huo what he meant in a low voice, whether it was because the security of Mr. Liang was not tight enough and they needed to send bodyguards to guard at the door and outside the window in the middle of the night.

Mr. Huo, who only accepts text reports now, is wearing that set of pajamas, and is holding an emergency video conference with the management of Xingguan in the office of Huo Zhai.

"It's all right." The head steward breathed a sigh of relief, and sincerely thanked Liang Xiao, "Thank you."

Liang Xiao was still thinking about Huo Lan, a little disconcerted: "What?"

"Mr. Huo—" The housekeeper didn't know what to say, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Mr. Huo has never been so happy."

Liang Xiao was stunned.

Liang Xiao thought carefully about Huo Lan's posture when he went out, but he couldn't think of the connection with happiness.

In addition to "Mr. Huo's anger level has risen sharply, and everyone who is excited has been fired."

"Boss Huo..."

The butler took a deep breath, his heart almost choked with so much heat: "I'm so happy, I don't know what to do."

Butler: "He has never been happy in this house."

Liang Xiao thought of the past events that the housekeeper had told him, he was silent for a while, his heart sank, he nodded and did not speak.

"Thank you." The housekeeper thanked again, "Today - can you sleep with Mr. Huo?"

Liang Xiao was at a loss: "Didn't President Huo sleep with me?"

"Mr. Huo hasn't calmed down yet..." The housekeeper is very familiar with Mr. Huo's temper, "When he calms down, he will definitely regret it, thinking that what he did just now was too frivolous to you."

Liang Xiao: "..."

The housekeeper: "Mr. Huo will punish himself if he regrets it."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Housekeeper: "Every time Mr. Huo punishes himself, he will force himself not to do what he wants to do most."

"The thing Mr. Huo wants to do the most." The housekeeper's logic was exceptionally clear, "It's to sleep with you."

Liang Xiao was convinced: "...you are right."

"So." The housekeeper pleaded with him with difficulty, "It depends on you..."

Liang Xiao numbly continued: "I rely on you to be shameless."

The housekeeper immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."

"..." Liang Xiao nodded weakly: "Understood."

When the Deputy Director of Tianxing killed Xingguan back then, he was probably right.

Traitors bring disaster to the country.

Facing the shadow, Liang Xiao felt a little sad, hugged himself comfortingly, rubbed his face and took a deep breath.

She put on her clothes and wandered out to hook up with Mr. Huo.