President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Since Huo Lan took over, Xingguan has had three emergency meetings.

For the first time, the star-crown warriors cut off their wrists, abolished redundant departments on a large scale, and streamlined the administration since then.

For the second time, Xingguan made rapid progress, and Huo Lan defied the crowd and decided to go public, and the stock price skyrocketed.

For the third time, the management team of Star Crown went online collectively in a dazed and nervous way, participated in an emergency video conference with no content, and adjourned the meeting dazedly and nervously.

"Is it an assessment?"

The head of the operation department was worried, and secretly called the housekeeper, "Mr. Huo set up a question, intending to test us..."

Trees are hidden in the forest, water is hidden in the sea.

Hiding content at no content.

All those who failed to deeply understand Mr. Huo's intentions had to write a [-]-word work reflection.

The butler glanced at Mr. Huo and said in a low voice, "Let me see..."

The housekeeper slipped out halfway to find Mr. Liang, and now he has discussed with Liang Xiao, one is ambushing at the door to hook up, and the other is coming in to scout the way first, not sure about the specific situation of the meeting.

While talking on the phone, the butler took the time to look at the minutes of the meeting.

No one dared to question the fact that Mr. Huo didn't wear formal clothes and only wore a simple and unpretentious pajamas for the meeting.

The butler raised his head, and cautiously discerned the small snowflakes floating above their heads, Mr. Huo.

The housekeeper decided to give some proper reminders: "Star Crown has a rule, even if it is a video conference, you must wear formal clothes to attend."

The head of the operation department was incredible: "It's been so hard, how can you use this kind of thing to ask Mr. Huo?!"

"..." The housekeeper reminded: "Yes."

"We are not the department where everyone comes to find fault."

The director of the operation department was very unhappy: "Regulations are dead, but people are alive. In fact, I am wearing a suit and tie, and I am wearing big pants underneath."

housekeeper:"……"

The housekeeper tried his best: "You write slowly."

The head of the operation department was stunned: "What to write?"

"Three thousand words." The butler was very skilled, "Reflection on Wearing Underpants During Video Conferences."

……

The head of the operation department hung up the phone in a daze.

The housekeeper fulfilled his responsibility, put away his phone, and walked to Mr. Huo's side.

Huo Lan sat in front of the table with his shoulders straight and his eyes downcast, showing no special expression.

The housekeeper called him softly: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan sat quietly and didn't respond to his voice.

The butler has long been used to it: "When I first went out, the captain of the bodyguard asked me outside the door."

"The captain of the bodyguard asked where Mr. Huo got the pajamas he was wearing today."

The butler slowly probed: "He also wants to buy—"

Huo Lan said in a deep voice, "Why is he joining in the fun?"

The housekeeper coughed and pretended not to see the little snowflakes on their head whirling around: "He looks good."

霍

Lan didn't speak anymore, and the tightly locked eyebrows frowned several times as hard as they could, but they still couldn't let go.

The butler didn't know it before, but now that he thinks about it, Huo Lan came out wearing the pajamas Mr. Liang gave him on purpose, but no one mentioned it, and his heart became more and more unbearable.

The butler was relentless and lifelike: "Where did you buy it? We also want to buy it in groups—"

Huo Lan: "No."

The butler secretly clenched his fists.

"I am not sure as well."

Huo Lan lowered his gaze, feeling that something was wrong, so he couldn't help but say one more sentence: "Mr. Liang sent it."

The housekeeper was surprised: "Wow!"

Huo Lan tried his best to press for a long while, but finally the corners of his lips could not be stretched anymore, he pursed his lips, got up and walked to the window.

"Mr. Liang sent you pajamas because he must have seen that you haven't rested for so many days."

The housekeeper continued his efforts and helped him analyze: "Mr. Liang also cares about you, seeing your hard work, don't worry..."

Huo Lan: "I don't work hard."

"Mr. Liang is working hard."

The housekeeper was easy to discuss: "Mr. Liang sees himself working hard, and thinks that you wear a shirt every time you sleep, and it's uncomfortable to hug."

Huo Lan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help frowning: "Really?"

The housekeeper didn't know either, but the housekeeper dared to make up: "Really, Mr. Liang said, a good pillow..."

Huo Lan's brows furrowed silently.

Previously in the same bedroom, he felt that the two of them didn't get to know each other that well, and they just leaned against the head of the bed with their clothes on and spent the night casually.

For the past few days, he let Liang Xiao sleep in his arms. He thought that the other party slept well, but now that he thought about it, for the convenience of taking care of Liang Xiao, he never bothered to change into his pajamas.

Huo Lan almost forgot about hugging the pillow, she closed her eyes and fell silent.

The butler turned around a little bit, looked at Huo Lan's expression, and couldn't bear to bully Mr. Liang again, so he didn't continue.

"Omega, the skin is more delicate." The butler thought for a while, and tried his best to find it back, "The touch is also sensitive."

Butler: "It's inevitable."

Huo Lan naturally knew this: "It was my negligence."

"after--"

Huo Lan carefully adjusted the collar of the pajamas, looked down, and said in a slightly unsteady tone, "I remember...change this."

The butler heaved a sigh of relief and nodded cooperatively: "You look different when you wear this."

Huo Lan: "Why is it different?"

The housekeeper had never seen their boss Huo talking so much, and he was very pleased: "Looking at the

Usually, I am much closer, and people seem to relax. "

The housekeeper strikes while the iron is hot: "Mr. Liang must like you like this—"

Huo Lan scolded him: "Don't talk nonsense."

Butler: "Yes."

When Huo Lan came out, he couldn't calm down, but now he calmed down, and felt that his actions were inappropriate.

He didn't want to talk about Liang Xiao behind his back, instinctively felt that this kind of talk was inappropriate for the housekeeper, and couldn't help but want to chat a few more words: "What Mr. Liang likes, only he can decide."

"It's his own business." Huo Lan said, "Whatever he likes and wants is his own right."

Huo Lan: "No one else should make arrangements for him."

The butler was stunned for a moment, looked at Huo Lan, and couldn't help but soften in his heart.

The housekeeper was a little glad that Liang Xiao was outside the door at this time.

After all, Mr. Huo can speak this kind of words firmly and frankly every time Mr. Liang is behind his back.

But in front of Mr. Liang, they didn't even manage to say thank you for the pajamas until they rushed out with their pajamas.

The butler tried his best to lure him to the door, and said, "Would you like to let Mr. Liang take a look?"

Huo Lan followed him and instinctively took two steps towards the door.

In fact, Huo Lan wanted to see Liang Xiao for a long time. In the middle of the emergency meeting, he lost his patience and broke up the meeting after saying a few words.

He hasn't thanked Liang Xiao yet, put on his pajamas, and hasn't let the other party see him yet.

Huo Lan walked a few steps, then suddenly came to his senses and stopped.

The butler sighed: "What's wrong?"

Huo Lan stopped in place: "...No."

The butler knew it and sighed: "Why?"

"Before I... came out." Huo Lang completely recovered his composure, and his thoughts came to his senses, "Mr. Liang was underestimated."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, stood for a while, then went back to the table and sat down.

The housekeeper is only one step away from success, and he still wants to try his best: "It doesn't matter."

The butler persuaded him in a low voice: "Mr. Liang won't care."

"Mr. Liang doesn't care." Huo Lan said, "It's not the reason why I don't respect him."

The butler was startled.

Huo Lan: "Today..."

Huo Lan closed his eyes and didn't continue.

The housekeeper was a little distressed, and said softly for him: "You are so happy today, so you behaved carelessly, is it a bit rude, isn't it?"

Huo Lan nodded.

"But it's not entirely your fault."

The butler deliberately paved the way for Mr. Liang who was going to tempt Mr. Huo at the door, and continued to guide patiently: "There is a first time for everything, and it is also the first time for you to receive a gift from others..."

"It's Mr. Liang."

Huo Lan corrected: "It's not someone else."

housekeeper:"……"

The housekeeper didn't want to pave the way anymore, so he numbly corrected: "Yes, Mr. Liang is not someone else."

霍阑

This time, I felt that there was nothing I missed, so I nodded and didn't speak again.

"But Mr. Liang is also the first time."

The housekeeper read the lines dryly: "Mr. Liang thought you didn't like pajamas, so you ran out of the bedroom crying, and now you have run to the stairs."

Huo Lan didn't expect this level, his heart tightened, and he raised his eyes.

Butler: "Mr. Liang is not in good health, and the road is long, he is coughing and crying while running..."

Huo Lan couldn't sit still anymore, got up and walked quickly to the door, and helped the handle.

The butler held his breath.

"...Not far." Huo Lan closed his eyes, trying to stay awake, "Open the door of the bedroom and you will see the stairs."

housekeeper:"……"

Careless.

The butler was focused on creating an atmosphere, ignoring the objective structure of the villa, and wanted to regret it: "Run to another staircase..."

Huo Lan pressed his forehead hard, leaned against the door, silently relieved his shoulders, and slowly stood up straight.

The butler looked weakly at the two people who were separated by a door: "..."

According to this height, if the door disappears, Mr. Huo's hand will probably be able to touch Mr. Liang's buttocks.

The housekeeper misses Mr. Liang's ass very much now: "You... what's wrong?"

Huo Lan whispered: "I like it very much——"

He's not used to saying this kind of thing at all, it's almost difficult, and he forced himself to speak slowly and clearly: "I really like...this pajamas."

The butler was afraid of scaring him, so he was very kind and nodded in cooperation.

"If he gets angry." Huo Lan asked, "Will you want to go back?"

The butler was at a loss: "Why is Mr. Liang angry?"

The housekeeper didn't know about this, Huo Lan didn't want to say it at first, but at this moment he had to admit: "I almost... took off Mr. Liang's clothes."

The housekeeper's eyes widened: "When?!"

"Before I came out, I misunderstood..."

Huo Lan was never used to discussing these things with others, and today he was really uneasy, so he reflected in a low voice: "Blame me."

Huo Lan closed his eyes: "I don't know good from bad."

The housekeeper stared at him blankly, his delusional thoughts disappeared, and his heart was sore and bitter: "No."

"Sir and wife have never been nice to you." The housekeeper ignored Mr. Liang for the time being, and was anxious to explain him, "So you don't know, and you can receive gifts even if you don't know...Mr. Liang will definitely understand."

Huo Lan: "Mr. Liang ran away crying."

"..." The butler made up so many nonsense, but he never expected that the one that would successfully convince him would be this sentence: "Mr. Liang...doesn't know the way."

Huo Lan frowned and looked up at him.

"Mr. Liang may have been crying and running around the villa now, and he just ran outside your door."

The butler gave up logic: "You open the door and have a look."

Huo Lan is in the susceptible period, and he is not familiar with the scope of receiving and giving gifts, so he is easy to be abducted by him, but he is not out of his mind: "Nonsense."

The butler sighed.

"Mr. Liang is not in good health.

good. "Huo Lan was vaguely convinced by his last sentence, and he didn't believe it no matter what, "How could you run a full circle? "

"It's for my own good, you don't have to lie to me about this kind of thing, please forgive me."

Huo Lan vaguely knew the thoughts of these people, but he was not someone who indulged himself and fabricated warmth: "To be honest, there is nothing I can't stand."

When I was young in Huo's house, the butler would do the same thing. What he brought to coax little Huo Lan was specially given to him by Mr. and Mrs. Huo Lan.

Little Huo Lan was so happy that no one could stop her

If you don't want to live, if you force your way up, you must thank your parents.

……

Huo Lan didn't want to be stuck in the past anymore, took a deep breath, not allowing himself to be happy because of this illusory wish, and opened the door with one hand: "Mr. Liang—"

Huo Lan was startled.

Huo Lan held his breath, hugged Liang Xiao who fell into his arms, and for a moment began to doubt his mind.

"..." Liang Xiao didn't recover too much, coughed: "Here."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao fell hard and was hugged by him, his cheeks rubbed against the soft fabric of the pajamas, and his ears burned unconsciously.

The butler's foreshadowing was too long, Liang Xiao put on his clothes and waited at the door for a long time, but he didn't wait for the butler's appointment to throw a cup as a sign.

Liang Xiao leaned against the door to rest for a while, but couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply began to listen to the corner.

It was only when I heard the key point that there was a sudden coldness behind me.

... The whole person just fell into it.

Although he didn't understand how the story developed to this point, Liang Xiao actually heard the plot of himself "running around the villa crying and coughing".

Liang Xiao was a little tangled, not knowing how to present such a complicated character design, so he took out eye drops from his pocket: "...Mr. Huo."

It's too inhuman to drip eye drops to pretend to be tears in front of Mr. Huo.

Liang Xiao still had professional ethics, so he tugged at his cuff in a low voice: "Put your hands down..."

Huo Lan's arms tightened suddenly.

Liang Xiao didn't answer in one breath, and the rest of the words fell silent.

Huo Lan almost suspected that he even had hallucinations during the susceptible period, and wanted to dispel it, but the person in his arms was extraordinarily real.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he took a few deep breaths, then suddenly leaned over and hugged Liang Xiao horizontally.

Liang Xiao was startled: "Mr. Huo, I can go."

Huo Lan fixed his eyes on him, and refused to let go: "Next time, don't run around the villa."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao: "Oh."

Huo Lan was afraid that he would be tired and uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes and tried his best to bear it a few times, but still forced himself to relax slowly.

Liang Xiao noticed that he tried his best to relax his muscles and bones, and felt pain in his heart: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan looked up.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes, stretched out his arms to embrace him, and buried him in his neck.

Huo Lan shuddered: "No—"

"Okay." Liang Xiao said, "Mr. Huo, I'm out of strength."

Liang Xiao: "The glands are uncomfortable, the pheromones are unstable, and I feel uncomfortable. It's just now..."

Liang Xiao sighed: "I just ran around the villa twice."

Huo Lan's arms were tense.

Liang Xiao's whole body was scalded to death, and the breath he exhaled was also hot. The warmth swept across the skin around his neck, and he burrowed in along the neckline of his pajamas.

Huo Lan's pheromone was also unstable, so he closed his eyes and tried his best to slow down.

Liang Xiao had never done such a thing before, so he couldn't hold back any more words, so he completely buried himself in his arms, and said forcefully, "I want to sleep with you."

Huo Lan didn't make a sound.

Liang Xiao squeezed the eye drops, and was determined to give himself a face while Mr. Huo couldn't see, crying and going back to sleep when he was suddenly strangled from behind.

Liang Xiao didn't take the eye drops, and hastily wrapped his arms around Huo Lan's shoulders.

Huo Lan hugged him tightly, strode out, and returned to the bedroom.

After carefully putting Liang Xiao down on the bed, Huo Lan looked at it again. There was no second Mr. Liang in the bedroom, so he was finally completely relieved.

Not a hallucination.

Huo Lan knew that he was very emotional, so he was afraid of scaring him, so he covered the quilt for Liang Xiao, and went to relax himself.

Liang Xiao turned his head to the side, looked at Huo Lan who was silently facing the window, and couldn't help but brace himself up.

Huo Lan wanted to open the window, but he didn't want Liang Xiao to catch cold, so he closed his eyes and lowered his head, leaning against the cold window that was blown by the night wind.

Liang Xiao lifted the quilt out of bed and went to hug him.

Huo Lan hesitated: "...what's the matter?"

Liang Xiao actually didn't really want to do this by the window.

It's not that I'm worried about being photographed secretly. The defense in the depths of the villa is very tight, and there are no other high-rise buildings within a few kilometers, so it doesn't meet the necessary conditions for secretly photographing.

But this time... he didn't have much confidence in what he was going to do.

In case Mr. Huo is frightened, the current position is really suitable. Huo Lan picked him up with one hand and threw him out of the window.

Liang Xiao went out today to get some fresh air, and he took a special look at it. Outside the study was a lotus pond, and outside the bedroom was a patch of dwarf pines.

Lingshuang and Aoxue are lush and lush.

The leaves are full of needles.

Liang Xiao was a little worried, so he tugged twice, but he couldn't pull Huo Lan away from the window: "Go to bed and talk?"

Huo Lan instinctively refused to let himself relax, closed his eyes and shook his head: "Say it."

"Tell me." Huo Lan looked at him, "I'll listen."

Liang Xiao met his gaze, and his heart softened a little.

Liang Xiao didn't care about it, and pulled his sleeve all the way up, holding his hand: "Huo Lan."

Huo Lan's breathing stopped suddenly.

"Together with you..." Liang Xiao was selfish, and vaguely changed the concept, "I am very comfortable."

Liang Xiao held his palm, and said in a gentle and serious voice, "So I think... you should feel better too."

Don't be tense all the time,

There is no need to punish yourself, and you don't need to be imprisoned in a certain place alone without hurting others or yourself.

Don't believe me.

"That's why I gave you pajamas." Liang Xiao asked, "Are you comfortable?"

Huo Lan opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound, and was afraid that he thought he was unwilling to respond, so he nodded forcefully hastily.

Seeing him nodding in a hurry, Liang Xiao saw that his eyes were a little sore, and explained to him seriously: "I sent you this, I won't want to go back."

"If you like it." Liang Xiao smiled, "

Just give me a hug. "

……

It works a little too well.

When Liang Xiao was suddenly pulled up from the ground by President Huo, he wanted to hug Huo Lan back and shouted for help.

But Huo Lan didn't do anything else.

Huo Lan leaned against the icy window sill, the soft fabric of the pajamas on his body was a little chilly, and he hugged him forcefully into his arms as if he was still unaware.

Liang Xiao instinctively hugged him back: "Mr. Huo—"

Huo Lan didn't want to tighten his arm again, the pain was severe, and he let out a muffled snort.

Liang Xiao changed his words softly: "... Huo Lan."

Liang Xiao raised his hand, imitating his movements every time, covering the top of Huo Lan's head, and rubbed it lightly twice.

Huo Lanren looked cold and hard, with short and dry hair, and the hair texture was also hard, pricking his palms with a crispy itchiness.

"It's okay to feel uncomfortable." Liang Xiao has experience and taught him softly, "At this time, you can feel uncomfortable."

Liang Xiao pulled him in his direction, and put one hand behind his back, separating Huo Lan's back from the frost-covered window: "It's too uncomfortable, and you can hit my shoulder hard."

Liang Xiao taught him according to his own experience, and he said it fluently. As soon as he said this sentence, he regretted it a little: "Also—don't use too much force..."

Huo Lan shook his head lightly, picked him up, and lowered his head against his neck.

Liang Xiao paid homage to the lost height difference numbly: "..."

The height gap between the two of them shouldn't have been so disastrous, but Liang Xiao's proportions in omega are also extremely outstanding. Most of his height is supported by his legs, and his waistline can beat an actor of the same height.

Mr. Huo is not very used to holding his butt like this.

But in this atmosphere, it seems that it is not suitable to raise it.

Liang Xiao tried his best to ignore his posture, hugged Huo Lan, put one hand behind his back, tried his best to shield him from the cold, and slowly rubbed his hair with the other hand.

The housekeeper said that Mr. Huo was never happy in this house.

Liang Xiao doesn't know what kind of feeling this is, he has no place to return to, and whatever makes him unhappy, he just pats his ass and leaves, and replaces him with another one.

Huo Lan is different.

Huo Lan was bound by this place, unable to break free, unable to walk, unable to escape.

The housekeeper said that Mr. Huo was used to being alone.At first, he was estranged from his husband and wife, and no one around him could get close to him. Later, he was stern and decisive, and no one around him dared to get close to him anymore.

The height is not cold.

So

Even if you really want to get along with people, you can't find the right way.

"If you really don't like it."

Liang Xiao tried his best to think about it, and felt that he could actually change his mind: "Wait for me to earn a few years."

Huo Lan was slightly taken aback.

"Don't buy the house... don't you want to buy Longtao?"

Liang Xiao was vague: "It's a fortune to save a fortune."

Huo Lan was silent for a while, and wanted to explain that the money for buying a house for him and the money for acquiring Longtao were not in the same flow, but instinctively felt that at this time

Hou should not speak, nodded.

"Didn't I mention it to you?"

Liang Xiao relaxed, and instinctively switched back to the address: "What is the name of my pheromone."

Huo Lan managed to regain his voice: "What?"

"The color of grass." Liang Xiao said, "The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass is nothing when viewed from a distance."

Every time he filled out the form in the hospital, Liang Xiao introduced himself to the pheromone archive, using these two sentences.

But in fact, he will also recite the last two sentences.

"Is there a process for Xingguan? Hurry up and buy me there."

Liang Xiao smiled: "Give me three years."

He has not been able to make his mark all these years, although he was wasted, he was not wasted.

On the set, he works as a helper, as a passerby and transfer in variety shows, as a field reporter, as a camera assistant and as a lighting assistant... There are few things that he has never done before.

These things are trivial, but they may not only grind people's spirits.

"Give me three years." Liang Xiao said, "I will earn a home that can bring you back."

Huo Lan suddenly raised her eyes, and they fell into his eyes.

Liang Xiao met his gaze and smiled with clear eyes.

He never felt that there was anything inaccessible about Huo Lan, nor did he believe that the heights were too cold.

There have been many difficult things in these years. He once thought that he would not be able to survive, and he has lived healthy and healthy until now. He used to think that he would be stuck in the quagmire for the rest of his life, but he also tried his best to earn his way out .

If you think you can't do it, you can do it.

If you want to chase after them, Mr. Huo, try your best to get to a position where you can stand side by side, and just chase them upright.

"There is still the second half of this poem." Liang Xiao asked him, "Can you recite it?"

Huo Lan looked at him fixedly, his eyes moved: "I—"

It is rare for Liang Xiao to have the opportunity to ask someone this kind of question once, and instead of giving him a chance to answer, he rushed to answer: "I will."

Huo Lan opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, and slightly pursed the corners of his lips.

Huo Lan nodded and looked at him quietly.

"The most important thing is a year of spring."

Liang Xiao said faintly, with arrogance in his eyes: "The emperor's capital is full of smoke and willows."