President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Mr. Huo is not on the fourth floor of the villa.

Nor is it in the first three quarters from the far left on the third floor.

"Shouldn't you have a tacit understanding?"

Duan Ming couldn't stand it anymore, so he came up and gave him a glass of water: "How much did you order?"

"..." Liang Xiao didn't want to recall: "Brother Duan, don't ask."

Duan Ming saw the layer of sweat on his forehead, pulled two tissues and handed them over.

"The weather is not good today." Duan Ming was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so he hesitated, "Shall I take Xiaogong to help you find it?"

Liang Xiao quickly shook his head: "No need."

"The housekeeper said——Mr. Huo doesn't want to be seen by others."

Liang Xiao is not used to saying this kind of thing, so he coughed, a little shy: "I—"

Duan Ming: "I understand."

Liang Xiao lowered his head and smiled.

Duan Ming couldn't say much, he sighed, and took the cup that he emptied in one go: "Do you want more?"

"No more." Liang Xiao wiped his mouth and stood up on his knees, "The dawn of victory is waving to me."

Duan Ming: "The Dawn of Victory has been beckoning at you for an hour."

Liang Xiao choked, "...soon."

Liang Xiao confirmed: "Brother Duan, Mr. Huo didn't go back to the bedroom, did he?"

If Mr. Huo came back to the bedroom by himself, found that he was not there, and came out to look for him again...

The story may be about to go in another direction.

A villa guerrilla chase that took place in the middle of the night.

"No." Duan Ming said, "No one has touched the master bedroom."

Liang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"Brother Duan, tell the bodyguard team for me." Liang Xiao thought for a while, "Please watch the duty room."

Liang Xiao was sweating, and felt a little cold at the moment, the wind was blowing, and he shivered slightly: "Call me when Mr. Huo goes back, don't let him come out to look for it."

Duan Ming nodded, and handed him the clothes he brought: "Got it."

Liang Xiao took it and put it on: "You guys also go to bed earlier."

Duan Ming waved his hand, turned around and hurried downstairs.

Liang Xiao put on his coat, stretched his arms a few times, fueled himself up, and speeded up the progress.

……

Mr. Huo is not on the third floor either.

Even if he didn't think about the unreasonable thing, and carried the key to the second floor, Liang Xiao had to start thinking whether his luck must be too much.

Draw cards ten times in a row to get nine R, and the tenth network delay system failure.

Before the action, he even made a careful enough plan, excluding the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, walk-in dressing room and walk-in refrigerator that Mr. Huo would never be in.

Liang Xiao couldn't stand still, so he threw the key on the ground with a bang, and sat down casually by an inconspicuous door.

...Maybe his analysis was wrong.

Walk-in refrigerators should not be ruled out.

It was a little cold behind, Liang Xiao tightened his coat tightly, rested against the door for a while, and made a careful plan two again.

Liang Xiao rubbed his forehead, took a deep breath and stood up, deciding to see if Huo Huihui was hiding in the cold storage and it was snowing.

He opened the door on the second floor with his bare hands, and his arm was no longer his own.He grabbed the sack distractedly, and just felt something was wrong, then lightened his hand.

Knowing that he was not good, Liang Xiao hurriedly lowered his head, the key could no longer be stopped, and spilled it all out along the side of the skewed pocket with a clatter.

……

Liang Xiao leaned against the door, looking down at the keys all over the floor.

Good things are hard to come by.

This may be the meaning of accumulating European energy for him.

Liang Xiao took a deep breath, exhaled long and hard, hugged himself distressedly, and knelt down without complaint.

"Life." Liang Xiao picked up a key, put it in a sack, and comforted himself in a low voice, "Ups and downs——"

A deep voice came from the door: "Who?"

Liang Xiao's hands trembled: "..."

Liang Xiao squatted on the ground, holding the second key he just picked up, and raised his head.

life.

Ups and downs.

Liang Xiao hesitated for a while, then said softly, "Mr. Huo?"

There was no more sound from the door.

The sound just now was very clear, Liang Xiao asked himself, it shouldn't be the hallucinations of Mr. Huo who missed him too much.

Liang Xiao thought for a while, then moved over and raised his hand to press the door, carefully testing the temperature.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao raised his other hand, padded his sleeve and knocked on the door: "Mr. Huo."

There was still no response, Liang Xiao was very patient, and continued to knock on the door: "Huo Lan."

After a while of silence, Huo Lan finally responded: "...Go back."

"I can't go back." Liang Xiao approached the door and spoke softly to him, "Can you open the door?"

Huo Lan fell silent.

"Did something happen?" Liang Xiao leaned against the door through his clothes, "I—"

Huo Lan whispered: "Don't ask."

Liang Xiao nodded: "Okay."

Huo Lan was originally afraid that he would scare him at this time, and wanted to slow down before going back, but he didn't expect Liang Xiao to come over, so he tried his best to slow down his tone: "...Go back to the bedroom first."

"Go back...wait for me." Huo Lan: "It's cold outside."

"Not cool." Liang Xiao said softly, "Can you open the door first?"

Huo Lan couldn't calm down, he was so forced that he couldn't do anything, his voice was completely hoarse: "No."

Liang Xiao paused: "Huo——"

Huo Lan: "I'm fine, I don't need it."

Liang Xiao came here to worry about him, and he knew it in his heart.

But at this time, he not only couldn't take Liang Xiao into consideration, he couldn't even fully control himself.

The past and the reality are entangled and take turns, every step is a calculation, every thing has an ulterior motive, no one can be trusted, and no warmth can be lingering.

When Huo Lan, a young man who had just grown up, returned to his family, it was by being so paranoid that he drove himself to a dead end, and brought the almost collapsed Huo family to a glimmer of life.

Liang Xiao was doing it for his own good, Huo Lang didn't want to be ignorant of good and bad again.

"I need it." Liang Xiao said, "Mr. Huo, you may not know..."

The door fell silent.

Liang Xiao actually felt that such a thing should not be said at this time and the atmosphere.

But he really can't help it.

Liang Xiao coughed, and bit the bullet: "This door——is made of iron."

"..." Huo Lan: "What?"

Huo Lan had already made up his mind, and was about to call the butler to come up, no matter what Mr. Liang said, he would send him back temporarily.

The phone is already on the dial button, no matter what, he never thought that what Liang Xiao wanted to say to him was actually such a sentence.

Liang Xiao was a little sad: "The door is made of iron."

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan was a little overwhelmed, closed his eyes, and tried to dispel the chaotic thoughts.

Maybe... Mr. Liang happened to be exploring the villa tonight.

When I have a new discovery, I really can't help it, and I must share it with others immediately.

Huo Lan tried his best to convince himself: "Yes... there are some iron doors."

The villa has been passed down in Huo's family for several generations, and it has been around for a long time.

The houses back then were carefully built and maintained by people all the time. Some rooms still don’t need to be renovated, and the furniture, doors and windows are still used.

This was originally Huo Zhai's vault, so it's normal to use iron doors.

Huo Lan remained silent for a while, forcing himself to chat with him: "This room on each floor has iron doors."

Liang Xiao didn't care about this: "It's not important..."

Huo Lan froze for a moment.

"Mr. Huo." Liang Xiao sighed, "Help, my hand is stuck on the door."

In the vast territory of the motherland, in the more northerly areas, there are indeed survival experiences passed down from generation to generation such as not being able to lick iron railings.

Experience has not said, hands are not good.

Liang Xiao actually imagined a dozen ways to coax Mr. Huo to open the door. Even if it doesn't make people blush and heartbeat, at least he can give some candy and open the door with strength.

But there are always surprises.

Liang Xiao moved away with the door, squatted on the ground, and watched Huo Lan trying to get his hand from the door, feeling a little dazed: "How did I get to this point..."

Huo Lan: "The palms...are sweaty."

Liang Xiao: "Huh?"

"When the temperature of the metal is low." Huo Lan was silent for a while, and explained to him, "It will conduct heat quickly, and the moisture on the surface will freeze—"

Liang Xiao was weak: "I didn't ask this."

Huo Lan froze him on the door, he was interrupted by guilt and annoyance in his heart, lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Ironware cannot be touched with wet hands when it is cold.Liang Xiao's hand was tightly glued, and after trying for a long time, there was no tendency to take it off.

Always sticking to the iron door, the back of his hand was already turning pale from the cold.

Huo Lan was silent, but anxiety surged up again, and he closed his eyes forcefully.

"It's okay." Liang Xiao saw that his expression was wrong, "Actually, I don't feel it, it doesn't hurt if I don't pull it."

Liang Xiao bent down and tugged at Huo Lan's cuff: "Can you help me...Wu Wu?"

Huo Lan frowned and looked up at him.

"Metal conducts heat quickly, so it freezes... Is it ice?"

Liang Xiao listened to the lecture as best he could: "If it's ice, wouldn't the heat melt it?"

Huo Lan was a little dazed, looked at him for a while, then raised his left hand falsely.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Liang Xiao pulled up that hand and put it on his own.

Huo Lan's palm was not as dry and warm as usual, but the temperature was higher than his after all, following his strength, he didn't break free, and fell on the back of Liang Xiao's hand.

The palms are folded together, revealing a slight warmth.

"Yes or no--"

Liang Xiao acted resolutely, and now he didn't dare to look up, turned his eyes away and coughed: "Will you be quiet for a while?"

Liang Xiao couldn't go on talking by himself, facing Mr. Huo's inexplicable and frivolous hands, he took a deep breath and prepared to repent: "Or—"

Huo Lan: "Yes."

Liang Xiao was startled.

Huo Lan covered his hand, still not looking at Liang Xiao, propped the door down with one hand, and sat down like his original sitting position.

Huo Lan embraced Liang Xiao and asked him to sit on his body.

Liang Xiao was warmly held by his palm, looked at Huo Lan with downcast eyes, and called him softly: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan didn't respond, he warmed his palms, put his arms around Liang Xiao's back, and let him lean against them.

Liang Xiao was almost trapped by this posture, leaning forward a little, he could feel Huo Lang's extraordinarily cool chest and shoulders.

Liang Xiao suddenly understood why Huo Lan was stubbornly refusing to hug him.

The chest was a little congested, Liang Xiao closed his eyes, and exhaled lightly.

"able--"

After a long time, Huo Lan finally said, "Can you move?"

Liang Xiao tried to tug, but with a slight movement in his mind, he quickly put back the hand that had been moved a little: "...I can't."

Huo Lan frowned: "I'll go find someone."

The iron door is cold, not just because of his pheromones.

The temperature was already cooling down tonight, and the corridor was cool. This room was located in a corner. It was originally used as a vault, and a heating system had never been installed.

It won't warm up for a while, and Liang Xiao will get frostbite sooner or later if he drags on like this.

Huo Lan didn't want to delay any longer, so he took off his coat and spread it on the floor for him, trying to ask Liang Xiao to sit on it, but Liang Xiao grabbed his arm suddenly.

Huo Lan's eyebrows were tightly locked: "I'll call the housekeeper."

Liang Xiao just wanted to find an opportunity to trick Huo Lan into hugging him well, and he didn't want to ask the housekeeper to deal with the hand that he could accidentally take off the door: "No."

Liang Xiao broke his heart: "I ran out secretly."

Huo Lan was stunned.

Liang Xiao took the opportunity to drag him back, moved closer, and honestly admitted: "The housekeeper... didn't know I was coming."

Huo Lan couldn't get back to his senses, and stared fixedly at him.

When opening the door, it's not that Huo Lan didn't see the overly spectacular keys all over the floor, but he was really restless and didn't have the energy to think about it.

No one but the butler knew where he was.

Liang Xiao didn't ask the housekeeper where he was, and he didn't know the structure of the villa.

Liang Xiao took these keys and tried them room by room.

Liang Xiao didn't expect him to think so clearly in this situation, and realized that he had slipped his tongue, coughed: "...don't care about that."

His arms were so sore that he might not be able to hold on for a while, so hurry up: "Mr. Huo, I—"

Huo Lan's chest heaved and he closed his eyes: "Sorry."

Liang Xiaofei quickly politely said to him, "I'm sorry..."

"This room." Huo Lan was silent for a while, "There is no key."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao sat in a daze for a while, stopped pretending, took the handle off the door, stood up and was about to leave.

Huo Lan instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm.

Liang Xiao's legs went numb, and he staggered a step forward.

Sensing the weak force in his palm, Huo Lan was startled for a moment, and suddenly let go.

Liang Xiao posed lonely for a long time, watching Huo Lan let go of his hand, his chest hurts: "Can't you cooperate? Stop me—"

Liang Xiao froze for a moment, frowned, and met Huo Lan's gaze.

Huo Lan was still sitting on the ground, the blood in his eyes hadn't faded, and his eyes were fixed on chasing him.

Huo Lan has broad shoulders and long legs. Although he has learned his posture, the discipline he has cultivated over the years is still indelible. His shoulders and back are silent and sharp.

It was as sharp as a knife, dripping with blood, cutting through the dark and dim reality of the past.

Do not hurt others, only hurt yourself.

Liang Xiao's chest throbbed in pain, before Huo Lan could stop, he turned around and half knelt down, hugging him whole.

Huo Lan shivered slightly, and pushed him with difficulty: "Cool."

"It's okay." Liang Xiao tightened his embrace, "It won't be cold if you hold it."

"no……"

Huo Lan's chest heaved violently, he closed his eyes and forced himself: "My body...is cold."

Huo Lan took a deep breath: "You will be cold—"

"Huo Lan." Liang Xiao said, "Are you cold?"

Huo Lan couldn't continue, closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You're cold." Liang Xiao hugged him, "You're just used to it, you're also cold, no one can't be cold."

Liang Xiao thought for a while: "There is a poem that you may not have heard before, so it's not necessary to memorize it. At the beginning, I knew someone... a very good person, and he taught me to memorize it."

"I forgot everything else, so I just wrote down a few sentences."

Liang Xiao said: "If it seems like the moon is finally bright and clean, I will not say goodbye—"

Huo Lan's voice was hoarse: "I don't care about ice and snow."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, smiled, and stroked his hair: "Yes."

"With you here, ice and snow will be ice and snow."

Liang Xiao breathed out, and fell into Huo Lan's arms completely, "Next time you see me leaving, remember to stop me."

Huo Lan's shoulders trembled lightly, and he remained silent for a long time: "You—"

"I want to say no and welcome."

Liang Xiao was talking nonsense, warming him with all the places that could warm him: "It looks like I'm going to leave, but I'm just playing hard to get and waiting for you to drag me."

Huo Lan stared at him blankly, his pupils moved, and he raised his hand little by little.

Huo Lan closed his eyes, held Liang Xiao's arm, told him to get closer, and gently rubbed his short hair.

"Correct."

Liang Xiao smiled: "You drag me."

Liang Xiao turned his face and pressed his cheek: "Look, I'm coming back soon?"