President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

When Liang Xiao came out of the film crew, it was almost midnight.

He dozed off on the road, had a dream that he didn't know was He Xi, was awakened by Duan Ming's gentle pat, and realized that he had arrived at the hotel.

The butler greeted him at the door: "Mr. Liang."

Liang Xiao regained his composure and smiled at him: "Don't bother you."

The film crew is not sure about the filming, and he will inevitably have this kind of time when he comes back in the middle of the night, so he can't let the housekeeper stand in the middle of the night every day.

The butler doesn't have to get up early tomorrow, so he shook his head quickly when he heard the words: "Mr. Liang is a member of the family, and he should be greeted if the family doesn't come back."

Liang Xiao was startled.

The butler was also guilty of Mr. Huo's words, and confirmed that Mr. Duan was indeed tight-lipped, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Are you okay?"

Liang Xiao suppressed his mind and smiled: "It's okay."

Duan Ming took Xiaogong to resettle him, Liang Xiao followed him into the elevator, and finally couldn't help it: "Mr. Huo...have you rested yet?"

The butler nodded in relief: "Take a rest, thanks to your note."

Liang Xiao was taken aback: "Mr. Huo watched it?"

The housekeeper has seen countless people, and has seen a lot of wind and waves. This is the first time that both parties tacitly did not open the note when they saw it: "...No."

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

The butler was at a loss: "Why?"

Liang Xiao's ears were slightly hot, and he coughed, but did not explain in detail.

When he was writing the note, he was impulsive and couldn't hold back... Molested Mr. Huo.

I wrote a few nonsense words such as being alone, sleepless, and urgently needing to warm the bed.

Liang Xiao was far away on the production set at the time, and he felt emboldened and bold, thinking that even if their upright Mr. Huo lost his temper after seeing such a bastard, and wanted to push him on the sofa and spank his ass...it seemed nothing wrong.

Really went back to the hotel, came back with a guilty conscience, I was more or less afraid that Huo Lan would really be buried with snow.

Liang Xiao patted his chest and followed the housekeeper out of the elevator.

Afraid of disturbing Mr. Huo, he didn't turn on the light, so he deliberately changed to a bathroom farther away, washed up lightly, changed into his pajamas, and then went around and opened the door of the side sleeper.

"Mr. Duan brought the luggage over."

The butler followed him with a small desk lamp, and said softly, "If you have anything to do, just tell us, and Boss Huo will make all arrangements."

Liang Xiao smiled: "What can I do...don't bother."

He can't count the number of times he has been with the crew. When the schedule is urgent, he just packs a schoolbag for a change of clothes and toiletries.

According to the standard treatment of the presidential suite, you don't even need to bring your own toiletries.

Liang Xiao even wanted to take it a little bit, so he took care of his hand and turned on the light: "It's okay, you—"

Liang Xiao stood at the door of the side sleeper, with one hand still on the door, opened his mouth incredulously, but made no sound.

The butler was blocked by him: "What's wrong?"

Liang Xiao rubbed his eyes, took a closer look, and murmured: "Mr. Huo...the arrangements are really thorough."

Liang Xiao looked at the pillows arranged in a row on the bed, walked over, lifted the quilt, and revealed a row of hot water bottles.

Liang Xiao pondered for a long time, reached out to pick up a hot water bottle, and weighed it.

The housekeeper saw the situation on the bed, his eyes went dark, and he hastily dismissed the blame: "It may be the captain of the bodyguard who did it—"

Liang Xiao shook his head: "It's Mr. Huo."

The butler was weak for a while: "You... how do you know?"

Liang Xiao sighed: "Boss Huo couldn't hold back, he read my note."

He was really sleepless alone, and felt that it was too cold at night, so he urgently needed help to warm his bed.

Not alone now.

Now that the bed is so big, he is about to be squeezed by the pillows so that he has no place to sleep.

Liang Xiao was speechless, convinced: "Find a problem, ask a question, solve a problem..."

The butler hurried over to tidy up for him: "Wait a minute, soon—"

Liang Xiao waved his hand: "No need."

The butler looked at him worriedly.

Liang Xiao picked up the hot water bottle, pinpointed where Mr. Huo might be, piled it up in a row against the wall, got into bed by himself, and lay down in the vast circle of pillows.

Although the visual effect is a bit scary, it feels really comfortable to lie in.

Liang Xiao's several scenes are all in close-up, according to the etiquette teacher's request, he straightened his shoulders and back, trying to show the thinness and slenderness of a boy in his toga and wide sleeves.

Liang Xiao sank into the pillow, even a little addicted: "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."

The housekeeper was very worried: "Mr. Liang..."

Liang Xiao was unexpectedly satisfied, and yawned comfortably, poking his head from between the pillow and the pillow: "Good night."

When the housekeeper went down to greet him, he was obviously fine, but when he came back, he saw such a battle, and the assistant team outside also looked at a loss, and really didn't know how to explain it.

The housekeeper was worried, looked carefully for a long time, confirmed that Liang Xiao was not unhappy, and finally relaxed a little: "You... have a good rest."

Liang Xiao nodded.

The butler turned off the lights for him, bowed and left.

Liang Xiao heard the door close in the darkness, turned over, pulled a pillow casually, and hugged it into his arms.

……

To be honest, with Huo Lan not around at this time, he can still breathe a sigh of relief.

The events of those years have passed, but no matter how stubborn Xiao Liang Xiao was back then, pulling out the things that had been planted forcefully, no matter how decisively he resolutely, it would still be bloody pain.

It hurts so much that even after so many years, when I think about it by chance, my chest is still congested and astringent.

When Liang Xiao had an accident back then, Duan Ming worried about him a lot. Every time he had a headache, his manager and assistant would run up and down in fear.

Later, when this kind of thing happened again, I instinctively didn’t want others to know about it.

Liang Xiao fished the pillow into his bosom, retracted his arms, and let out a low breath: "It's okay..."

Liang Xiao raised his hand, touched his head, and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long I lay there, the fatigue on my body gradually merged with the night, but the sleepiness dissipated to the point where not much was left.

Liang Xiao was lying on the bed, counting sheep with his pillow in his arms, and when he counted 650 sheep, he suddenly heard the door being slightly pushed open.

Extremely light, a little twist handle.

The slit was pushed open along the dim light pouring in.

Liang Xiao's mind was raised suddenly, and he was about to jump up subconsciously, remembering where he was, he could barely hold back and didn't move.

The figure at the door stood for a while, his eyes falling on him.

Liang Xiao pretended to be sleeping and was easily seen through, which aroused his fighting spirit. He had already summed up a wave of skills with all his heart, closed his eyes and relaxed his whole body, his shoulders and back rose and fell gently following his breath.

The figure remained silent for a while, probably confirming that he was fast asleep, and walked lightly to the bed.

Liang Xiao realistically rolled over while hugging the pillow.

Being attracted by him, Huo Lan raised his heart slightly, stopped his movements, remained silent for a while, and tried to reach out to touch him.

Liang Xiao didn't move.

Huo Lan was relieved, heaved a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to gently grab the pillow in his arms.

Liang Xiao didn't quite understand why Mr. Huo came to snatch his pillow in the middle of the night, thinking that he might not have enough strength to fall asleep, so he hugged him back symbolically, and then let go.

Huo Lan probably just rushed through the hot water, and the warm water vapor was wrapped in a cool breath, intertwined like ice and snow melting.

Liang Xiao was unconsciously moved, and couldn't help it a little bit. He concentrated on making a plan, preparing to take advantage of their unpreparedness and pretend to be asleep.

Just as he was about to make a move, Huo Lan had already stretched out his hand and lifted his quilt.

Liang Xiao: "..."

They Huo Boss may be pierced by human souls.

Liang Xiao was a little worried, hesitating whether to pretend to be asleep and turn on the light to have a look.

Huo Lan didn't notice, one hand was still holding his arm, hesitated for a while, put the pillow aside, and lay down by himself.

Huo Lan's movements were exceptionally light, and he replaced the pillow in Liang Xiao's arms with himself, stretched out his hand to hold him to his chest, and gently stroked his hair.

Liang Xiao was tossed by him in a daze, and his chest suddenly throbbed with pain.

Liang Xiaosheng was afraid of revealing his secrets, so he hastily held his breath and closed his eyes tightly.

Huo Lan sensed that something was wrong, so he pulled the man into his arms, and patted him slowly.

Liang Xiao couldn't bear it any longer, so he buried himself in Huo Lan's shoulder and took a low breath.

Huo Lan said softly, "I'm here."

Liang Xiao's heart skipped a beat.

Huo Lan sat next door and waited for an hour on purpose. Considering that Liang Xiao had worked hard during the day, he should be fast asleep at this time, so he flushed the hot water and felt relieved.

He didn't doubt that Liang Xiao was awake, he was only worried that he hadn't recovered from the lingering fear of Jing Rope for ten years, and that Nightmare was suffering in a nightmare.

Mr. Liang said that flowers and leaves cannot be seen day and night, which means from morning till night.

It cannot be counted at night.

Huo Lan hugged him to his chest, slowly beating his heartbeat: "I'm..."

Liang Xiao's eyes were hot.

Huo Lan didn't know how to coax people, and he couldn't say more words, he just said this sentence over and over in a soft voice, sharing his warmth with him little by little.

Liang Xiao's thoughts disappeared, he stretched out his hand, and hugged Huo Lan tightly.

Huo Lan protects him.

Liang Xiao leaned on Huo Lan's chest and shoulders, and all the complicated thoughts in his chest dissipated little by little.

Liang Xiao curled up in his arms again, feeling tired, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Early the next morning.

Liang Xiao stared at the empty bed, a little dazed.

"what happened?"

Duan Ming went in to help him tidy up, and was taken aback by the pillows and pillows on the bed: "You finally stopped selling toiletries?"

Duan Ming frowned and reminded him: "You can't take the pillow, you have to pay for it..."

Liang Xiao rubbed his forehead with one hand: "I won't take it."

Duan Ming also heard how many times he had promised not to take the toiletries, so he was not at ease, so he gathered the pillows together and showed him today's shooting schedule.

"There is an exterior scene today, you probably want to ride a horse."

Duan Ming read out the script to him: "The Forbidden Army performs martial arts, arranges a hundred operas to celebrate the spring, shoots the broken willow and misses many times..."

Liang Xiao had already memorized it by heart, and pressed his forehead numbly to answer: "Little Hou Ye does not wear armor or saddle, shoots three arrows in a row, and pinches the tenderest tip of the wicker in one round."

Duan Ming was stunned: "Have you memorized the synopsis and narration?"

Liang Xiao hugged himself distressedly, and let out a long sigh: "When I recited it, I didn't realize that it was a synopsis and a narration."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming patted him on the shoulder, opened the window to help him ventilate, and looked at Liang Xiao's lack of energy: "Didn't sleep well? What happened?"

Liang Xiao: "Brother Duan, have you seen Mr. Huo?"

Duan Ming thought for a while: "Boss Huo hasn't woken up yet."

Liang Xiao had an early scene today, and he had to go to the set earlier than usual, and it was not yet time for Mr. Huo to wake up.

The master bedroom door was closed when he came, and the captain of the bodyguard specifically told them that Mr. Huo hadn't slept well these days, so he moved as lightly as possible.

Liang Xiao nodded and repeated in a murmur, "I haven't woken up yet..."

Liang Xiao was puzzled: "Have I finally started having erotic dreams?"

Duan Ming was taken aback by him: "What?"

Liang Xiao touched the empty quilt, looked at the pillow that he hugged tightly, and rubbed his forehead again.

He clearly remembered that Mr. Huo came over in the middle of the night last night and slept with him in his arms.

It's impossible to turn a pillow into a spirit to repay your kindness, but if it's a dream...it's not impossible at all.

Liang Xiao looked back and couldn't help feeling: "That's too traceless..."

If I had known it was a dream, I could just touch and kiss her.

Liang Xiao felt that he had suffered a terrible loss, so he grieved for a while, pulled himself together and got out of bed, and floated to wash with his eyes closed.

Duan Ming dragged him and helped him to correct the direction: "By the way, Mr. Huo asked them to ask you something."

Duan Ming was not used to it at first, but after a day, he has adapted to this pattern: "Mr. Huo said that although Mr. Liang said that we can't meet each other day and night..."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "When did I say I can't?"

How did Duan Ming know, and continued to dutifully pass it on to him: "...But there is no precise rule, what time is the day and night."

Liang Xiao: "...Oh."

Duan Ming finished reading according to the lines: "Mr. Huo's proposal is from [-]:[-] a.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. During this period, no matter how much Mr. Huo misses Mr. Liang, he can't take the initiative to come over."

Duan Ming: "What about yours?"

Liang Xiao lost his mind: "My what?"

"Proposal." Duan Ming said, "Mr. Huo has already told you that you don't need to write it, just make it verbally."

Liang Xiao: "I—"

Liang Xiao was on a whim at the beginning, and he never thought that the matter would develop to this point, so he put down his toothbrush and washed his face with water: "Does it have to be accurate?"

"Yes." Duan Ming nodded, "Boss Huo said that if there is an appointment at twelve o'clock, he can start preparations at eleven o'clock."

Duan Ming didn't really understand, but he still dutifully relayed: "In this way, from ten o'clock onwards, he can allow himself to start thinking about Mr. Liang."

Liang Xiao was startled slightly.

Liang Xiao stood quietly for a while, suppressing the burning heat in his chest, and smiled: "Okay."

Liang Xiao's ears felt hot: "Then I... make a proposal."

Liang Xiao didn't expect Hua and Ye to still be able to discuss, and couldn't help being distracted, coughed: "Morning, from twelve o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the evening..."

"..." Duan Ming: "Is your morning and evening range so broad?"

Liang Xiao hesitated: "Yes."

"No." Duan Ming said, "Mr. Huo said that the fluctuation range is from six to seven in the morning, and from eleven to twelve in the evening."

Duan Ming reminded him: "You also need time to concentrate on filming and memorize lines."

Duan Ming endured it, but he still couldn't hold back the knife: "I still have to memorize the synopsis and the narration..."

Liang Xiao's knee hurts: "Seven to eleven."

Duan Ming nodded and recorded the time for him: "You still have 1 minute."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "What?"

"Mr. Huo said that the time set by Mr. Liang shall prevail."

Duan Ming looked at his watch: "It's 57 seconds before seven o'clock, you—"

Duan Ming lost his voice, and there was no one in front of him.

Duan Ming stood there for two seconds, poked his head out, and looked at the master bedroom.

……

Keeping the agreement between the two of them in mind, Huo Lan got up early in the morning alone, and went back to the master bedroom lightly.

He didn't sleep well at night, he was still a little sleepy at this time, and he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, when he suddenly heard a slamming sound at the door.

Huo Lan frowned, and was about to ask in a deep voice, when he was suddenly swept into the door by a group of figures, who jumped up and rushed down.

Huo Lan was hit hard: "..."

Huo Lan's eyes were a little dark, and he couldn't even react immediately, so he said with difficulty: "Get up—"

Liang Xiao didn't have time, so he counted the seconds: "It's too late."

Huo Lan heard his voice, and the hand that was raised instinctively froze for a moment, and put it behind Liang Xiao's back.

Liang Xiao hugged him firmly and quickly, aimed at Huo Lan and yelled at Huo Lan, holding on for the last second, and rushed out the door without looking back.