President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Liang Xiao tidied up, had lunch, embraced the door of the master bedroom affectionately, and was sent back to the set by the nanny car with extra care.

Duan Ming hasn't figured it out yet: "What's going on with you two..."

Liang Xiao was afraid that he would have a heart attack, so he shook his head kindly: "You can't ask."

Duan Ming was only worried about any conflicts between the two of them. Seeing that Liang Xiao's expression was fine, he felt relieved: "...OK."

Duan Ming stopped asking: "Take it away, don't get too complacent."

Director Jin has been seeing gods and gods and Buddhas and Buddhas all morning. Even if Liang Xiao is the one who suffers, if he goes to the set with such a happy face, he will inevitably encounter bad luck.

Duan Ming looked at the corners of Liang Xiao's mouth that couldn't be suppressed, and reminded: "When you get to the set, remember to walk around Director Jin."

Duan Ming has been on the set all morning, and thinking about it now, he still feels lingering fears: "Director Jin is going crazy, the explosives will blow up as soon as they touch it."

Liang Xiao was still reminiscing about what happened last night, his ears burned, he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, and nodded vaguely.

Duan Ming: "What did I say?"

Liang Xiao was distracted: "***."

Duan Ming: "..."

Liang Xiao: "As soon as you touch it..."

Duan Ming didn't bother to talk to him, took out a mask to cover his face tightly, turned over and went back to catch up on sleep.

The production crew was chaotic all morning, and the storm has passed, but it has actually calmed down a lot.

Jin Zhenbo's crew is an old team that has been working together for many years. It is really careless to take advantage of the loopholes in the start-up. What should be dealt with is still unambiguous and slow-moving.

When Liang Xiao arrived, the new hotel had already been finalized. An urgent letter was sent to each artist team to explain the negotiation, and the original hotel was also severely held accountable for its negligence.

"Nothing important."

Duan Ming received the letter and read it briefly: "Negotiate with us to keep it confidential to the outside world, and not to disclose details to the outside media. As compensation, the first month's salary will be increased by [-]%..."

Liang Xiao was distracted all the way, and suddenly woke up: "Is this not important?"

Duan Ming didn't expect that he and Mr. Huo had developed to this point, and still remained true to their original intentions: "...it's important."

Liang Xiao stopped being distracted, took the letter, read it carefully, and handed it to the assistant for safekeeping.

This kind of incident happened right after the machine was turned on. If the media found out, it would inevitably make a big fuss. It is inevitable to block the news and sign a non-disclosure agreement.

This time the loss was stopped in time, but after all, it caused many people to follow the false alarm. Director Jin's crew has always said one thing, and those who should be compensated will not be hypocritical.

"Everything that should be dealt with last night was dealt with, and the crew also explained it."

Duan Ming accepted the filming schedule and helped him get the notebook: "I told the production director for you that Xingguan will provide you with accommodation, and we will live outside alone in the future... The crew can fully understand."

Not only can I understand, but after accepting the setting of Liang Xiaogang’s misery of quitting to live under the fence, the production director is also very concerned, and has repeatedly confirmed whether this incident will affect Liang Xiao’s impression in the company.

Last night, he even almost took the initiative to call Xingguan to explain to Liang Xiao.

Duan Ming thought about the effect of the director of production calling Mr. Huo last night, pressed his forehead hard, and regained his composure: "You concentrate on filming, don't worry about anything else."

Liang Xiao nodded: "Brother Duan, you have worked hard."

Duan Ming was not polite to him, he waved his hands, and gave him the schedule: "Your two scenes are at night, and the studio imitates natural light."

Liang Xiao nodded and wrote down the scenes to be filmed.

The matinee and night scenes of the show in the shed have little influence. Sometimes the lighting effect during the day is not enough, and artificial light sources are used to imitate natural light to achieve the best lens effect.

After a whole morning of chaos, the filming had just started, and the afternoon scene was naturally moved to the evening.

Liang Xiao opened the script, and suddenly couldn't help but lost his mind: "It's really..."

Duan Ming asked: "What is it really?"

"I'll go back, President Huo is already asleep." Liang Xiao had never spoken so accurately before, clutching the script to reflect, "Is it the price?"

What you have, you must lose something.

Just one kiss would require a sacrifice and not see each other day and night for three full days.

According to this calculation...in case someday **.

Liang Xiao was worried: "Wouldn't it be at least ten years..."

Duan Ming was no longer ready to understand: "Do you want yogurt?"

Liang Xiao let out a long sigh: "Yellow Tao's."

Duan Ming rummaged through the assistant's snack bag, picked out a bottle of yogurt with yellow peach and oatmeal, unscrewed it, and handed it to him.

Liang Xiao borrowed the milk to relieve his worries, drank a couple of swigs to calm his mind, and continued to read the script.

Although it was a disaster without any reason, the entire crew was sounded the alarm. They dedicated their entire day to keep improving, but the progress was vaguely faster than usual for more than half the time.

Liang Xiao originally planned to wait until midnight, but just after reporting the approximate time with the housekeeper, the field manager hurried over: "Is it convenient for you to stay now?"

"So fast?" Duan Ming stood up, "Isn't there still a scene ahead?"

"It's just that the shooting was too fast, the makeup for the previous scene was not done yet."

The field manager ran back and forth for a long time, and explained embarrassingly: "If possible, try to...don't let Director Jin be idle."

After all, when Director Jin is free, he can't help but think about what happened last night, and the more he thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, and the more angry he is, the more he can't help cursing.

Several assistant directors worked hard and arranged the scenes tightly. They must ensure that Jin Dao just looked up from the monitor for this scene, and the next scene has already started to move and turn on the lights.

Liang Xiao was slightly dumb, and nodded: "Okay."

The lines in these few scenes are not difficult. Liang Xiao was worried that he would miss Mr. Huo at home and couldn't calm down and recite them, but he didn't expect to memorize them unexpectedly smoothly.

"I'll go right away." Liang Xiao put away the script, "It's hard work."

Surprised and delighted, the field manager waved his hands again and again, and ran back to report the letter in response.

Duan Ming took the down jacket Liang Xiao was wearing: "No problem?"

Liang Xiao nodded: "No problem."

Or... it might be that he calmed down instead.

Everyone was there, and I saw it as soon as I looked up, knowing that it was less than 10 minutes away from the bus.

The string that had been tense all the time settled down, and it was much easier to concentrate on it.

Liang Xiao was about to go there, calculated the time, and turned back: "No... there is one more thing."

Duan Ming asked: "What?"

Liang Xiao turned on his phone and checked the time.

Although there is only one wall separated when they go back at night, after they accepted the setting that the doors are separated from each other by running water, Mr. Huo still followed the original rules of one in the crew and one in the villa, and agreed with him to communicate on the phone working hours.

The original arrangement was fine, but now I'm going to stay ahead of time, if I really want to start filming... I may not be able to spare time.

Liang Xiao thought about it.

According to Director Jin's current state of being on fire, if he dared to make a phone call on the set, Huo Lan would probably receive someone who was really familiar with him from a physical point of view tonight.

"Brother Duan, when the work is over, ask Xiao Gong to help me run around..."

Liang Xiao pondered for a while, then took out a stack of papers and stuffed them to Duan Ming: "Help me to Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming was stunned: "Have you two degenerated into this communication mode?"

Liang Xiao: "Huh?"

Duan Ming watched the two degenerate from meeting to making phone calls, and from making phone calls to passing on letters. He couldn't help worrying: "Next time, why don't we just find a piece of wood and carve a few words?"

Liang Xiao just wanted to relive the exciting heartbeat of passing the note with Mr. Huo, but he didn't react, and stared at him blankly.

The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more worried he became: "Next time, just take a rope and tie a few knots on it, and let us hand it over to Mr. Huo..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Duan Ming is really afraid that he will tie a knot to remember things: "Will it be?"

"...No." Liang Xiao took a deep breath, "I will make a video call with Mr. Huo next time."

Duan Ming watched him return to the embrace of modern technology, and heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Liang Xiao was a little worried about whether he had put too much pressure on the staff around him recently, so he deliberately asked Duan Ming to take a rest, afraid that he would think too much, so he didn't say it right away, and added a vacation to his team in the plan.

Duan Ming held his note, pressed Liang Xiao's shoulder, and went back to find his assistant.

master bedroom.

Huo Lan read the report in his hand a few times, put it aside, and glanced at the phone again.

The housekeeper hesitated and said, "There are too many unexpected situations on the crew side."

The housekeeper was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he explained in a low voice: "Mr. Liang must not have deliberately stopped calling."

Huo Lan: "I know."

The housekeeper froze for a moment.

Huo Lan closed his eyes, pressed his forehead hard, and pulled his attention away from the extraordinarily quiet mobile phone.

Liang Xiao was already busy in the production crew, with a lot of things to do, and the arrangement may change at any time.

There was a situation last night, and today I have to deal with it during the day, so there will naturally be more uncertain factors.

Huo Lang was rationally clear, tried his best not to think about it, and remained silent for a while: "What time is it?"

The butler sighed inwardly: "Nine thirty-seven."

Seven minutes and three seconds have passed since Mr. Liang originally made an appointment to make a phone call.

In this short period of seven minutes and three seconds, Mr. Huo has already asked the time three times and checked his phone five times.

When I was in the imperial capital, the production crew hadn't officially started. Although Mr. Liang is busy every day, he can always have his own time, and this situation has never happened.

This time, the distance between the two was less than 10 minutes. Instead, Mr. Liang was caught by the crew and had no chance to arrange freely.

The housekeeper actually wanted to ask them why Mr. Huo couldn't visit the class, so he reluctantly held back: "Shall I call Mr. Duan? He should know..."

Huo Lan shook his head: "No need."

The butler sighed: "Yes."

Huo Lan has been restless since 29:[-], closed his eyes in silence for a while, and reflected: "Mr. Liang is right."

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment: "What did Mr. Liang say?"

Huo Lan: "If you can't see it, it won't affect you."

Today, when Liang Xiao was leaving in the nanny's car, he couldn't help but kept watching from the window, and saw Liang Xiao getting into the car from the time he left the house.

After the car left, he still stood at the window for 5 minutes.

Huo Lan said in a low voice, "I'm too indulgent."

The housekeeper vaguely felt that Mr. Liang's intention was definitely not this: "It's also... not very influential."

The housekeeper looked at his watch and reminded them in a low voice to Mr. Huo, who was living like a year: "It's only been 8 minutes since you couldn't read the documents..."

Huo Lan usually had to rest much longer than this because of poor sleep and severe headaches during the susceptible period.

When Mr. Liang hugged the door of the master bedroom this morning, Mr. Huo stood against the door and stood on the other side.

After Mr. Liang left, Mr. Huo was in such a good mood that he dealt with dozens of quarterly cumbersome reports in a row.

Looking at the overall situation, the housekeeper felt that since Huo Lan came here, the overall work efficiency has actually improved by more than a little bit.

Huo Lan didn't believe it, and frowned: "Only 8 minutes?"

The housekeeper changed his words: "Nine minutes."

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan felt that almost nine hours had passed, his eyes darkened, and he pressed his eyebrows hard.

"And--in fact, it's not a big problem."

The housekeeper went in without knowing, vaguely grasped Huo Lan's train of thought, and continued, "Look, when Mr. Liang went out in the morning, it happened to be your office hours. When Mr. Liang came back, you had already rested."

The housekeeper tried his best to follow him: "Don't restrain yourself, you won't see Mr. Liang a few times in the first place."

Huo Lan: "..."

housekeeper:"……"

The butler wiped the white frost from his hair, and thought about what he said was wrong.

Huo Lan tried his best to suppress the pheromone, read the report several times, and finally closed his eyes: "Inhibitor."

The housekeeper was a little worried: "It's best...not to use it."

Huo Lan was extremely insensitive to inhibitors, and could not adjust in time according to his own pheromone fluctuations, so he could easily overdose.

Once overdose, the side effects plus the symptoms of the susceptible period will obviously aggravate the physical discomfort.

Huo Lan waited for a while, seeing that he was not moving, got up to get it by himself.

The housekeeper was impatient: "Boss Huo—"

Huo Lan remained unmoved, took out the special inhibitor that was given to him, and opened the outer packaging.

The housekeeper was so worried that he wanted to persuade him again, but the captain of the bodyguard suddenly knocked on the door and poked his head in: "Boss Huo?"

The housekeeper was afraid that he would make trouble again, so he rushed to stop him at the door: "What do you want to do with Mr. Huo?"

"The people from Mr. Liang's side came and said that they couldn't make a call before the show started."

The captain of the bodyguard took out a neat note: "Please pass it to Mr. Huo..."

The housekeeper turned around hesitantly, looked at Mr. Huo, who was just resting from the storm, and quickly helped to pass it on.

Huo Lan was startled, and took the note.

Huo Lan pinched the note without exerting any strength in his hands. After a while, he carefully held the note in his palm and turned back to his desk.

The housekeeper shut the door of the bodyguard captain tightly: "What are you looking for?"

"Book." Huo Lan said, "The note he gave me will be checked in the future."

The butler was stunned: "Huh?"

Huo Lang held the paper folded into a square, looked at it quietly for a while, his depression and anxiety disappeared, and searched on the table.

Xiao Liangxiao was very strict. Every time the two of them got together under the lamp to do their homework and secretly passed the note to him, they would spot check every few days and ask him where he put it and whether he could still find it.

At first, Xiao Huo Lan didn't keep the few sheets carefully, but later she got into the habit of carefully flattening them and sandwiching them in a book.

Later... when Xiao Liang Xiao left, he took all those notes with him.

Huo Lan suspected that he had misremembered the book, and had tried desperately to find it.In the small study room of the villa are all his textbooks, exercises, reference materials, and anthologies of reading materials inside and outside of class. When he was a teenager, Huo Lan once locked himself in the small study room for three days, and he carefully flipped through them page by page.

Except for the QAQ at the footer of the exercise book, there is no trace of Liang Xiao ever leaving.

Come back now.

The note passed through the hands of several people, and the captain of the bodyguard was careless and crumpled a little.

Huo Lan put it on the table, flattened it bit by bit, trimmed the wrinkles almost, and carefully sandwiched it in a book he brought over.

The housekeeper stared blankly for a while: "Mr. Huo..."

Huo Lan raised his eyes: "What?"

The housekeeper was not used to being calmed by him, so he paused and stammered: "You—won't you open it and take a look?"

"In case Mr. Liang is in a hurry..."

The housekeeper assumed for a while against his will, but he couldn't convince himself: "...it's all right."

If Mr. Liang is in a hurry, of course he will call directly.

Even if for some inconceivable reason, when it is urgent and the note needs to be passed, three chicken feathers will be stuck on it, and whoever is in a hurry will stop and die.

It won't be so slow and leisurely handed over several times.

The butler sighed and swallowed the rest of the words.

"Don't look at it now."

Huo Lan understood what he meant, and fell silent for a while: "Next time... see."

The housekeeper was stunned: "What next time?"

Huo Lan didn't want to explain, shook his head, took the document again, and approved several omissions.

The housekeeper didn't expect Mr. Liang's notes to be so useful, so he turned to Liang Xiao to write over a hundred and eighty notes, and when necessary, he took out a note and said, "You are busy."

The housekeeper was full of relief: "It's fine now, Mr. Liang is fine, you don't have to worry..."

The expression in Huo Lan's eyes just relaxed a little, then it darkened again when he heard the words: "He's not good."

The butler's heart skipped a roller coaster: "Who?"

"Mr. Liang." Huo Lan said, "Every time he gives me a note, it's because he doesn't want to talk."

The housekeeper was stunned, and asked Mr. Liang when he had given you a note, and swallowed it back temporarily: "Why doesn't Mr. Liang want to talk?"

Huo Lan: "He's afraid that I'll notice."

Having vaguely understood Liang Xiao's experiences back then, Huo Lang was able to roughly restore what kind of life Xiao Liang Xiao lived with him back then.

Xiao Liangxiao had to work part-time to earn money, and had to endure sleepiness to attend lectures. When she got home at night, she had to force herself to memorize books.

Huo Lang now thinks back, every time Xiao Liang Xiao nudged him with his elbow under the lamp, and handed him a note of scribbling, it was when he was either plotted by the separation of the family, or by his parents. After indifference.

When Xiao Liang Xiao was not tired, when he found that he had something on his mind, he would pester him endlessly, making him so upset that he forgot all about it.

Passing a note to him... is because Xiao Liang Xiao himself is very tired.

I was so tired that I couldn't even lift my arms, and I didn't have the energy to move around.

Xiao Liang Xiao didn't want Huo Lan to worry about him, and he didn't want Huo Lan to be alone.

"He said he believed me..."

Huo Lan closed his eyes: "But in his heart, he only believes in himself."

Whether it is pain or tiredness, it cannot be shared with others.

You can't cry in front of others, even if you really can't hold back the tears, you have to hold back and don't make a sound.

Huo Lan said in a low voice, "He didn't get over what happened last night, but he just didn't want to worry me."

The butler understood, and felt sore in his heart: "Mr. Liang is used to being alone..."

Huo Lan: "Not in the future."

The butler really wanted these two people to exchange love words, so his memory grew, and he quickly took out the recorder: "Yes...not from now on, Mr. Liang will have you from now on."

Huo Lan nodded: "I will take my time."

The butler followed the instructions carefully: "Yes, you are thinking about Mr. Liang."

Huo Lan was aroused by him, and after a long silence, he closed his eyes: "From now on... I will do my best."

Taking advantage of Huo Lan's unpreparedness, the housekeeper pressed the recording button.

Huo Lan: "One day, I will hug Mr. Liang and make Mr. Liang cry out loud."

housekeeper:"……"