President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

When opening the door, Liang Xiao sneezed for the seventh time tonight.

"A schedule is attached at the end of the contract, and I will join the team in three days."

Duan Ming followed through the door, took out the remote control and turned on the air conditioner for him: "I've been running a lot outside with Xiaogong these two days. You rest at home and adjust your condition."

Liang Xiao nodded and sneezed again: "How about the old saying?"

"Sneezing?" The assistant thought for a while, "Some people think about hitting one, scolding when hitting two, and thinking about hitting three."

Liang Xiao wrapped the blanket tightly: "Where are the eight?"

Duan Ming answered: "Someone scolded you four times."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Seeing that he finally calmed down, Duan Ming finally felt relieved, asked his assistant to make a cup of cold medicine, added honey, stirred it vigorously, and poked it in front of him.

Liang Xiao sighed lightly: "It hasn't melted..."

Manager Beta's murderous intent was successfully condensed into pheromones.

Liang Xiao picked up the cup of granule, drank it in three sips, unscrewed the mineral water and rinsed his mouth.

"Go to the hospital tomorrow, check the pheromone level, and Xiaogong will pick you up."

With such an ancestor at the booth, Duan Ming was so worried that he was going to age before he saw it, and he tirelessly repeated his orders: "I'm going to join the group soon, don't catch a cold, keep your mental outlook and skin in good condition, and leave a good impression on others."

The crew is a place where high-quality alphas and omega gather, and there are inevitably some action scenes that have high requirements for pheromone stability. All non-beta actors must submit recent pheromone level tests when they join the crew.If there is a tendency to fluctuate, corresponding suppression measures must be used to avoid accidents on the set.

Duan Ming went to the hospital for him all the year round, and there was contact information in his mobile phone. He reminded him and made an appointment for a check-up the next morning.

Liang Xiao was used to his nagging, so he nodded in cooperation, and got together with his assistant to study various brands of self-cooking small hot pots in the shopping cart.

Duan Ming has already detached himself, so he doesn't want to get angry with him because of this kind of thing, and continued: "This time it's a modern drama, "New Year's Eve", the main line of the spy war."

Xingguan's movements have always been neat, and he has already connected the script with him on the way, and also passed on the information that should be given.

The whole drama is still in the background of war, but Liang Xiao's part does not involve war.

What he wants to play is a charlatan who has an eye for money and wanders around among rich and powerful warlords to cheat money. He has a little rivalry with everyone, but not many rivalries.

"Your roles are only in the first ten episodes." Duan Ming flipped through the script, "They are all literary dramas, equipped by the Fuhuadao crew, and the shooting cycle is at most one month."

Liang Xiao thought for a while: "Isn't the contract 300 million for [-] episodes?"

Duan Ming: "In the last [-] episodes, you mainly appeared in the form of black and white photos."

Liang Xiao: "..."

He also had to provide the crew with a photo album to select photos. Duan Ming asked his assistant to write it down in the memo and gave him the script: "Boss Huo gave me a favor, remember to return it."

Liang Xiao was still immersed in the shock that the remaining 200 million earned too easily, subconsciously raised his head: "Huh?"

"Go." Duan Ming was expressionless, and a box of mask hit him on the forehead, "15 minutes before going to bed every night, apply it to the neck."

Early the next morning, Liang Xiao was tied up to the hospital as promised.

I played games all night with my neck wrapped around my neck, and fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.He took a shower before going out, but he still didn't wake up, and was still immersed in the lethargic drowsiness of the door being smashed open.

Duan Ming was so worried that his whole body was a little deformed: "Are you self-motivated?"

Liang Xiao tried to explain: "Yes."

He still opened the mask and studied it.

After all, the manager had high hopes for his neck, so he originally wanted to simply apply two sheets, play a few rounds of games to relax, and then go take a shower and sleep after playing.

As a result, he accidentally fell asleep and lost consciousness.

When he woke up with a dry face mask on, there was still a string of private messages scolding the dog in the inbox of the game platform.

This kind of thing shouldn't bother the manager who is busy with every day. Liang Xiao beat him on the shoulder and said in a good voice, "I've read the script."

It is rare for Duan Ming to see that he is self-motivated in a serious place, and he was even a little surprised: "What do you see?"

Liang Xiao thought for a while, and briefly summed it up to him: "It's not that difficult."

He didn't play this role for a long time, and there was no plot for him to play.It is nothing more than relying on a face to let the other party fall into the buff of "you are good-looking and you are right", taking the opportunity to cheat and abduct the rich and help the poor to make money.

Can advance or retreat, can bend and stretch, has no principled position, as long as it is paid, it will do anything.

Duan Ming heard it inexplicably familiar, and his expression was complicated: "It's really..."

"What?" Liang Xiao was curious.

He has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and his pupils are darker and brighter than ordinary people, and they don't show when he is half-opened because of sleepiness, but when he suddenly shows interest, it is very difficult to move his eyes away.

Even after so many years of dating, Duan Ming was caught off guard, and was still shaken by his face: "...it's not too difficult."

After all, the characters are too realistic.

Duan Ming pressed his forehead, and stuffed the man back into the seat in case of a rainy day, pulled out a pair of sunglasses and smacked him on the face.

When the car stopped outside the hospital, Liang Xiao had successfully played two rounds wearing sunglasses, proving with his strength that he didn't need to hang up the phone if he wanted to lose the game.

"Be careful." Duan Ming didn't put away his cell phone, looked outside, "You're too hot right now."

Liang Xiao nodded, matching the superimposed equipment with masks, coats and peaked caps.

The trending searches have been handled very cleanly by Xingguan, new gossip has been brought up to divert attention, and many official accounts of those photos have begun to prove the fraud with reasonable evidence, but no matter how capable Huo Lan is, it is impossible to put all The paparazzi are holding down.

At this time, if he can be photographed less, he should be photographed as little as possible.

There was no one in the parking lot at the moment. The hospital had contacted them in advance. As long as they got into the elevator and went up to the dedicated medical examination center on the top floor, everything would be fine.

"You go first." With sharp eyes, Duan Ming spotted a car that was sneaking up all the way, and dragged his assistant to use it as a cover to attract firepower, "We'll get the tail off, and we'll go up to find you."

It happened to be filming a drama of the Republic of China, and Liang Xiao spontaneously felt the excitement of the hidden joints of the underground organization, nodded, and quickly walked straight to the elevator with the brim of his hat on.

As soon as he entered the elevator, he froze for a while.

The basement floor is the underground parking lot, which is only open to the upper floors in the courtyard. Usually, the first floor is empty, but today there was someone inside.

The people inside obviously didn't expect someone to come to the hospital so early, and they also looked up.

……

Still an acquaintance.

Huo Lan was dressed in a suit, his eyes were dark, and his eyes met him out of thin air.

Liang Xiao was exceptionally well-equipped, with sunglasses, a mask, a thick coat, and a peaked cap pressed down, making him look like he was going to shoot Resident Evil.

Every time I saw Huo Lan, it was either when I was bitten by him or on the way to be bitten by him. This was the first time that I met unexpectedly by a coincidence of fate.

Liang Xiao felt that he would not be exposed, so he looked at Huo Lan cautiously through the sunglasses, and then watched the other party's eyes stop on his tightly covered face for less than a second, and fell on his neck.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Fine.

Mr. Huo's place is quite special.

Liang Xiao moved back, watching Mr. Huo's eyes stop at the familiar place of his old man, and return to the two people's eyes.

Liang Xiao deliberated for three seconds, then moved slowly while brushing the edge calmly, changed his position, and stood neatly at the corner diagonal to Huo Lan.

After all, he didn't spray masking agent, disinfect, or take a shower three times today.

It is easy for the other party to fall into the unbearable burden of cleanliness,

The two people lined up at both ends of the elevator, and looked at each other in silence for a few seconds in the frozen air, Liang Xiao couldn't avoid it, took off his sunglasses, and smiled at him first: "Boss Huo, are you coming to the hospital too? "

His current personality is still gentle and easy-going, and this kind of meeting always requires a friendly word.

According to experience, Huo Lan would probably nod his head or not even nod his head as acquiescence, perform the duties of the overlord, and take on the important task of topic terminator.

But today's Huo Lan seemed to be pretended by someone, and his cold eyes paused on his head for a second, "see a doctor."

Liang Xiao didn't think about it, and nodded: "That's it."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head in peace and dozed off for a few seconds, only to find that Huo Lan's gaze was still on him.

……

Liang Xiao thought carefully about the conversation between the two just now, and felt that it was indeed difficult to define it as the end of the conversation, so Wen Run was concerned: "What's wrong?"

Huo Lan looked pale, and looked away: "Concussion."

Liang Xiao: "..."