President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Flashlight.

The bodyguard team had gone through many battles, but they still couldn't react. They rushed to the master bedroom and watched Mr. Liang disappear outside the door.

Boss Huo was attacked suddenly, and lay quietly on the bed for a while, then sat up with his support on the edge of the bed.

The captain of the bodyguard trembled in fear: "Mr. Huo..."

The captain of the bodyguard thought that there was only one minute left and nothing would happen, so he was careless for a while and regretted it: "Are you okay?"

Huo Lan didn't respond, and raised his hand to touch the corner of his lower lip.

The captain of the bodyguard looked at the bruise on the corner of Mr. Huo's mouth: "..."

The housekeeper was off duty this morning, and when he entrusted Mr. Huo with his life and property, he also specifically asked him to be more careful in everything.

Thousands of calculations, chess is short of a move.

"Do we need... let's go tell Mr. Liang?"

The captain of the bodyguard couldn't hide his self-blame: "Just say you still need to rest, and tell Mr. Liang not to—"

Huo Lan: "No need."

Huo Lan didn't care about the bruises at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at him and changed his tone more severely: "Don't go to Mr. Liang."

The captain of the bodyguard was puzzled: "Why?"

"..." Huo Lan's expression sank, without answering, he got up and walked quickly to the window.

Liang Xiao's movements were very fast, he just jumped up from him 2 minutes ago, and now he has got into the nanny car and rushed all the way to the set.

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and folded his arms.

Huo Lan tried his best to recall the touch just now, and regretted it uncontrollably.

When Liang Xiao entered the door, he was still trying to catch up on his sleep, but suddenly he was hit face-to-face and woke up. He woke up late, and couldn't see clearly the situation at that time.

When he recovered, Liang Xiao had already rolled out and disappeared.

Huo Lan really wanted to fill in the part where Mr. Liang entered the door. Watching the nanny's car drive away, he was silent for a while: "Who is in charge of the master bedroom?"

The captain of the bodyguard bite the bullet: "Me."

Huo Lan asked him intentionally: "You—"

Without hesitation, the captain of the bodyguard replied loudly: "I didn't see it!"

Huo Lan: "..."

The captain of the bodyguards understands, and strictly maintains their personal privacy, Mr. Huo, and dragged a row of bodyguards: "They didn't see anything, did they?"

The bodyguards didn't understand, and they all nodded: "Yes, yes, yes..."

The captain of the bodyguard was dedicated to his duty, holding his chest upright and awe-inspiring.

Huo Lan glanced at the group of people, and was silent for a while: "Turn out the surveillance."

The captain of the bodyguard said that Mr. Huo was really thoughtful, shook his head repeatedly, and explained: "Don't worry, there is no monitoring in the bedroom."

The bedroom is a private area, and the captain of the bodyguard has specially checked it with someone, and there is no hidden danger of leakage.

The captain of the bodyguard firmly promised: "There will be no records. If they dare to let go, we will definitely hold them accountable."

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan turned back out of the window and tried his best to suppress his temper.

Huo Lan didn't hold back, and it snowed: "Where's the housekeeper?"

The captain of the bodyguard was snowing heavily, and it was not clear whether they were always angry or happy, Huo Zong: "I haven't handed over yet..."

Huo Lan: "Let him come after handover."

The captain of the bodyguard was stunned: "Do you have anything to do with the butler?"

The captain of the bodyguard was afraid that Mr. Huo would not understand the details of the team division of labor, so he explained to him: "The two of us take shifts in the inner circle, and the authority is the same."

Bodyguard captain: "If you have something to deal with, it's the same if you tell me—"

"Tell him." Huo Lan dealt with it, "There will be no shifts in the future."

"He said he wouldn't work shifts in the future."

Duan Ming put down the phone: "All the inner circle is handed over to Butler Huo. The captain of the bodyguard will suspend his rotation. From now on, he will only be responsible for the outer security... What did he do?"

Liang Xiao hadn't recovered from the 57-second limit of stimulation, and raised his head when he heard the sound: "Huh?"

Duan Ming sighed: "It's okay, you can continue to think about it."

Liang Xiao felt embarrassed and coughed: "Actually, it's not necessary."

"Use." Duan Ming is very familiar with this process: "Anyway, you have to think about Mr. Huo if you have something to do. If you think about it for a minute now, you can save a minute of fever when you are on the set."

The few scenes to be performed today are all on location, there are circus and martial arts, and to perform the amazing talent of the young master, there must be a sense of youth, and the body and temperament must be adjusted to be sharp and sharp.

Duan Ming was afraid that he would think softly of himself again, so he was tolerant: "Think about it, energy is conserved."

Liang Xiao rubbed his blushing face twice, tried his best to restrain his mind, and took the script: "I'm not...I miss Mr. Huo when I have nothing to do."

Duan Mingxin: "You are appreciating the synopsis and the narration."

Liang Xiao was bullied by him all morning, and became angry from embarrassment: "Is it okay if I memorize it?!"

"Okay." Duan Ming couldn't help being curious, and turned a page of the script, "The script of this scene is from—"

Liang Xiao couldn't control it: "The chief editor and screenwriter team drafted, and the second and fourth sub-teams refined and processed..."

Duan Ming finally understood why Liang Xiao had to memorize it so hard, looked at him and nodded.

Liang Xiao came back to his senses, and finished reciting in a murmur: "...Three groups have passed the initial and final review."

Duan Ming didn't say much, patted him on the shoulder, and stuffed the script back into Liang Xiao's arms.

Duan Ming sent a text message, asking his assistant to follow the team to buy highlighter pens.

Although I accidentally memorized a lot of useless content, but familiar with the script and recite the full text, it is still very helpful to enter the state and grasp the role.

When the staff set up the scene of the Forbidden Army Spring Festival, Liang Xiao came back with makeup, and first tried the long shot of the young master practicing guns.

Before Director Jin could talk about the play, he had already vaguely felt it.

"it's beautiful!"

The production director was very happy, and chased Jin Zhenbo to boast: "This time I picked up a treasure! His legs can hit the top of his head! He is so straight..."

Jin Zhenbo has been directing for many years, and he has seen such powerful martial arts. No production director is so ignorant, so he pulled over the monitor to watch.

Liang Xiao came over: "Director Jin."

"It feels a bit biased." Jin Zhenbo said mercilessly, "I'm not arrogant enough, I just threw the gun to the servant, and I didn't feel arrogance."

Liang Xiao thought for a while, then nodded.

Jin Zhenbo frowned, picking faults frame by frame: "The gun is not sharp enough, the strength is floating, and the breathing is unstable... Have you not done exercise during this period?"

Jin Zhenbo's tone was stern: "You can't lose the basic skills, do you know it yourself?"

Liang Xiao's performance was perfect in everyone's eyes. The production director watched him being picked on from head to toe by Director Jin. He wanted to speak, but was pulled back by the director.

Several young actors who played supporting roles were so excited just now, they couldn't help but applaud in a low voice.Right now, they were so scared that almost no one dared to move, they were silent like cicadas, and stood side by side in a row.

Liang Xiaocheng said: "There are many."

"It's not easy to get ahead, don't waste your foundation."

Jin Zhenbo saw that he had a good attitude, so his tone was a little slow: "God rewards the food, so I have to keep the job safe."

Liang Xiao nodded.

It was the first time Duan Ming saw him being scolded like this, even though he knew that Director Jin was strict with high standards, he still couldn't help frowning.

Liang Xiao's physical fitness wasn't good in the first place, it was just better than the average omega. However, he had several illnesses in a row recently. He just passed the estrus period, and he didn't eat well when he joined the group a few days ago, so his physical fitness inevitably declined. .

It's not that the attitude is not correct.

Duan Ming wanted to explain for Liang Xiao, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice, "Director Jin——"

"Don't worry." Liang Xiao smiled and cut off the manager's conversation, "I'll do recovery training when I get back."

Jin Zhenbo felt a little satisfied, and stopped scolding him: "You joined the group before, and most of the ancient costume crews you worked with were fairy tales, and the martial arts design tended to be smart and elegant. This time it's different."

Liang Xiao: "Yun Lang is the general who kills on the battlefield."

Jin Zhenbo was slightly surprised, glanced at him, and nodded his head: "Fashion is useless on the battlefield, regardless of marksmanship and swordsmanship, they are all ways to kill people."

"Wu Zhi will redesign the movements for you. The scene of gun practice looks ordinary, but it is actually the first scene that hints at his identity as a general. The power of the camera language must be sufficient."

Jin Zhenbo: "In a week, you have adjusted your physical fitness and honed it out one movement at a time."

Liang Xiao nodded: "Okay."

The assistant director hesitated to ask: "What about the Spring Festival? The part where the willows are broken and the target is shot is considered our biggest scene—"

"The plot of being handsome, the audience likes...the scene is big, but the difficulty is not high."

Jin Zhenbo didn't take it seriously: "I mainly focus on the distant view, follow-up shots and close-ups, you can review it and pass it. It is enough to give him three shots and three times."

Jin Zhenbo recalled the past and emphasized: "Don't let him look at the monitor, don't let him ask for a re-shoot because he didn't draw the bow round, the tassel didn't look good, or the horse's hoof missed a step."

Liang Xiao coughed, trying to make amends: "Director Jin---"

"Don't believe anything he says."

Director Jin is indifferent but sober: "Every assistant director he meets is the best assistant director he has ever seen."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Jin Zhenbo glanced at him indifferently and soberly, and told everyone that they were going to start shooting, and they went to discuss the camera style with the art director.

The spring festival martial arts performance is the first big scene since the crew started.

Chen Hongwen personally operated the knife, according to the records in ancient books, repeatedly polished the location for half a year.

The scenery for this scene has not been used yet, and the scenery production team is still finishing it.Strictly separated by the towering city wall, when the city gate is opened, there are colorful chess pieces fluttering in the Lingxing Gate soldiers, the Qionglin Garden is full of flowers, and the Jinming Pool is clear, reflecting the Baojin Tower, which is connected with five halls and heavy halls.

The young actor following behind was shocked physically and mentally: "It's really spectacular..."

"It took a lot of effort to reproduce the "Menghualu"."

The director system explained with a smile: "Costume dramas complement each other. When the production is brilliant, the performance of the actors must be more eye-catching, otherwise it will easily become a show."

The assistant director nodded: "It's not enough just to be colorful."

The finer the scenery, the higher the requirements for the performance of the actors.Jin Zhenbo's demands on Liang Xiao were abnormally strict, not only to mention him intentionally, but also an objective requirement for filming.

The young actor nodded after being taught, and couldn't help feeling: "It's really not easy."

Liang Xiao smiled, took the storyboard handed over by the scene manager, scanned it several times and wrote it down, and walked over with the assistant director.

Today, all the filming was done on the exterior of Jinming Pond, where the imperial army held a ceremony to perform martial arts in spring, and Yun Lang was accompanying him on the Baojin Tower, just in time for the horses and willows to be broken, so he changed a few groups of people, but he still failed many times.

The emperor was displeased, the commander of the forbidden army no longer needed to figure out Longyan, he was very anxious.

The chief eunuch who accompanied him smiled and smoothed things over, and recommended Young Master Yun to rescue him.

"Is it really not that difficult?"

The young actors were watching from the sidelines, and their hearts were already suspended just by watching the battle: "So many shots..."

"Rolling, pushing the rails, and straight up and down." Someone stood on tiptoe and looked at it, and whispered to the others to confirm, "There is also aerial telephoto."

The director system is not a big deal, and he helped to add: "There is also a telescopic lens, and there are a few cameras over there."

It was the first time for several young actors to see this kind of battle, and they scrambled to retreat, not daring to speak.

Liang Xiao just got on the wire, fastened the protective belt, and made a ready gesture towards the sidelines.

The imperial army cheered up, the drums sounded, and the arrow targets were re-pinned with new red tassels.

The assistant director indicated that the camera was anchored on all sides.

Young Master Hou lazily went downstairs.

Yun Lang walked carelessly, and walked slowly to the last few steps of the stairs, raised the corner of his mouth, stomped his feet, and jumped onto the royal horse he had just brought.

Yu Masi was taken aback: "Your Majesty, you have not saddled—"

Yun Lang ignored it, copied a pair of bows and arrows casually, rode his horse and drew the bow, and tried it in his hand.

He was used to three-stone hard bows, and he disapproved of such soft bowstrings. He endured his temper and barely made do with it. He turned his horse's head to aim without aiming, and raised his hand to set the arrow.

The bow was full of the moon, and the white-feathered arrow pierced through the sky, directly piercing the bright red hairpin tassel.

The music drum was only played once, and the feathered arrows firmly penetrated into the bull's-eye, and the tails of the arrows trembled slightly.

The emperor was overjoyed, watching from a distance upstairs, couldn't help applauding, and the surrounding immediately followed suit.

Yun Lang didn't care about it at all, and steered his horse straight to Xinliu beside the imperial road.

The willow branch is stuck on the ground and does not move, so it is much safer to fold it.The new willows are just sprouting, and they are swaying in the wind. It is not easy to break them easily, let alone galloping on horses.

Yunlang's horse didn't have saddles and stirrups, and the commander of the imperial army was terrified when he saw it, for fear that he would accidentally fall off: "Young Marquis—"

Yunlang's figure was light and nimble, he turned his wrist around the horse's neck, jumped up, and picked the tenderest willow bud.

Yuma couldn't stop and ran forward a few steps.

Yun Lang stepped on the willow branch, and with a little help, he just landed on the horse's back steadily.

There was silence on the sidelines for a while, and without the emperor making a sound, there was already a surge of applause.

……

Jin Zhenbo said he didn't care about him, and looked at the monitor, his eyes still couldn't hide his appreciation: "It's over."

The whole scene was completed in one go, and Liang Xiao ran a few more times to catch up with the mirror from multiple angles. When he got off the horse, his breath was already a little unsteady.

Duan Ming ran over and took him off the horse.

Liang Xiao took a breath: "Brother Duan——"

"Don't talk yet, calm down."

Duan Ming didn't dare to give him water, interrupted Liang Xiao's words, he didn't care about anything else, and helped him take off the wia clothes first.

Flying around is the skill of the young master, but Liang Xiao does not have it. Those few shots have to cooperate with Wia, and they are in a state of continuous high-speed movement.

Liang Xiao has rich experience and can avoid steel wires, but Wiayi can't dodge even with a pinch and a pinch.

Duan Ming tore off a few sticky buttons, took off the Wia clothes, and couldn't help frowning.

Liang Xiao leaned on his arm to stand firm, coughed a few times, and looked back.

When he was dragged into the air just now, he vaguely saw a familiar figure.

...but only for a glance.

Come down and look again, but you won't be able to find it.

"Wipe off your sweat, don't catch a cold."

Duan Ming took the thick coat and wrapped it up for him: "Does it hurt? Go back and find some medicinal wine, rub it for you..."

Liang Xiao smiled: "It doesn't matter."

In the past, when I ran into a low-quality Wia crew when I ran into a film crew, there were only a few martial artists pulling tightrope, and they were flying all over the sky.

Liang Xiao felt that he had been used too much recently, and even his manager was more worried because he was tired, so he reassured him in a low voice: "It's nothing serious, just go back and rest for two days."

Duan Ming glared at him angrily: "There was no major incident with you."

Liang Xiao wore protection inside, which was already soaked in sweat, and there were still a few places worn on the edge of the wia clothes, which were slightly stained with blood.

Duan Ming wanted to take a look for him, but it was inconvenient: "Talk to Director Jin, can we have some fun?"

"No need." Liang Xiao shook his head, and couldn't help but take another look, "All in one go, the state is unified."

The remaining few scenes are nothing more than receiving awards, they are all literary plays, and they don't consume physical strength. Apart from the many lines, there are no shortcomings.

Liang Xiao had already memorized it by heart, and looked up while reviewing: "It really doesn't matter, I'm not that delicate..."

Duan Ming couldn't help it, followed his direction, tiptoed and looked together: "What are you looking at?"

Liang Xiao coughed: "...flowers."

Duan Ming: "Huh?"

Liang Xiao scolded him: "Brother Duan, you can't distract me."

Duan Ming had a question mark on his head: "What did I kidnap you for?"

Liang Xiao parted the strings, barely maintaining the state of the young master in the play, the other half was scalded, and shook his head: "I can't say."

Meeting at this time is obviously not in line with their contract this morning.With Huo Lan's strict self-restraint, being able to not help appearing near the crew is already considered his limit.

If he wasn't flying in the sky, he wouldn't be able to see Huo Lan either.

It cannot be considered a breach of contract.

Once he said it... With Mr. Huo's strict self-discipline and merciless temper, he would probably punish himself, and he would not be allowed to visit Mr. Liang every day in the middle of the night.

When giving a temporary mark to Mr. Liang, only one hand can hold him, and the other hand must be behind his back.

When kissing Mr. Liang, you can only kiss up the eyelids, and never go down an inch.

When Mr. Riliang...

Frightened by his own imagination, Mr. Liang was unyielding and kept his mouth shut: "Nothing."

The next scene has to go, Duan Ming can't stay longer, watching him for a long time, he left inexplicably.

Liang Xiao settled down, got dressed, and followed the assistant director to the next shot.

The housekeeper searched for Huo Lan for half an hour, rummaged through the entire presidential suite, and finally met someone at the elevator door.

"Mr. Huo!" The housekeeper hurried over with relief, "Where have you been? There are several reports from Xingguan..."

Huo Lan stood at the door for a moment without answering, took the report and sat down at the desk.

The weather was exceptionally fine, he had stood in the sun for a long time, and his body still carried the lazy warmth that is rare in winter.

The butler was about to ask him about the lunch menu, but when he noticed the difference, he wondered, "Have you gone out yet?"

Huo Lan tensed his shoulders: "...Morning exercise."

The butler looked at the time, covered the twelve o'clock noon on the dial, and nodded hesitantly.

Mr. Huo didn't sleep well last night, and was woken up again this morning by Mr. Liang, and after a few hours of sleep, he got up much later than usual.

Mr. Huo has a regular schedule and couldn't help it after waking up. He really wanted to go out for morning exercises.

logical.

The housekeeper convinced himself and changed his words: "What do you want for breakfast?"

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan was silent for a while, unable to feel at ease after all, he admitted: "I went to see Mr. Liang."

The housekeeper was stunned.

"I violated the contract." Huo Lan said in a deep voice, "Tell Mr. Liang, I—"

The housekeeper quickly interrupted him: "Mr. Huo, have you seen Mr. Liang?"

Huo Lan was startled, and frowned: "I see."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes: "Take a look at..."

After he woke up, he tried several times to concentrate on his work, but he still couldn't help thinking about the morning.

Huo Lan adjusted the arrangement so that the assistant had to wake him up before [-]:[-] every day, but he was upset in the end, so he put down his work and went out for a walk.

When he regained his composure, the steps had already dispersed to the vicinity of the crew.

The butler had already prepared his speech, and was stunned when he heard the words: "Only one glance?"

Huo Lan looked at the housekeeper, fell silent for a while, and explained in a low voice: "That look was worth it."

He only saw that moment, Liang Xiao used the wiyateng body to twist his body and swing his arms between the sharp steel wires, with a chic and neat movement, firmly copying the willow buds in the palm of his hand.

Almost glowing.

Huo Lan: "I've seen nothing comparable to him."

The housekeeper didn't quite understand how Mr. Huo could see so much from one glance, he hesitated for a moment, and didn't ask what he shouldn't have asked: "This glance...is there 57 seconds?"

Huo Lan didn't know what he was talking about: "What 57 seconds?"

The housekeeper said firmly: "You just said if there is any."

Huo Lan shook his head: "No."

Liang Xiao was in the sky, if he dragged the wicker and flew for 57 seconds, he might have already flown back to the hotel.

The housekeeper was relieved and helped him analyze: "In the agreement between you and Mr. Liang, only the time was stipulated, but you didn't have time to cooperate with Mr. Liang's unilateral action for 57 seconds this morning."

Butler: "Not only did you not kiss, you didn't even touch Mr. Liang."

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan somehow didn't like his statement: "I hugged Mr. Liang."

The butler pressed on step by step: "Are you hugging?"

Huo Lan didn't want to talk anymore, so he closed his mouth in silence.

The housekeeper was not at the scene in the morning. Based on the information he inquired from the manager, he concluded for him: "Mr. Liang hugged you and kissed you this morning, but you didn't have time to do anything. Time to get him up."

The housekeeper skillfully wiped off a layer of hoarfrost: "So these 57 seconds are completely wasted for you."

"..." Huo Lan didn't want to hear it anymore, his face turned cold, and he got up to leave.

The butler finished quickly in one breath: "So in principle, you have every right to recover this time from Mr. Liang!"

Huo Lan was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked at him.

"Mr. Liang smashed you unilaterally, and you also looked at Mr. Liang unilaterally, not even 57 seconds."

The housekeeper tugged at him and said firmly, "In this way, Mr. Liang still owes you!"

Huo Lan was vaguely drawn in by his logic, and instinctively felt something was wrong, so he stopped by the table with a calm expression.

There are many means in the mall, but promises must be kept.Although Huo Lan was just unintentional, after all he accidentally broke the contract and originally intended to punish himself, so he couldn't go to Mr. Liang's room again for these two days.

But...according to the steward, it doesn't seem to be unreasonable.

Huo Lan stood by the table, looking down and meditating.

"Mr. Liang still owes you dozens of seconds."

The housekeeper also doesn't know how this love affair can talk about such a situation where time is racing against time, but in the midst of it, he can only try his best to look at his eyes first: "If you deduct it, you can go to see Mr. Liang at 59:[-] tonight."

Huo Lan raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the housekeeper.

The butler knew their boss Huo's emotions very well, so he softened his heart and nodded firmly: "Really."

Huo Lan really wanted to go see Mr. Liang at 59:[-], but couldn't resist the temptation, so he nodded and was completely persuaded by him, and sat back at the table.

The housekeeper took care of the most important thing, heaved a sigh of relief, and opened the reports for him.

Xingguan's work can basically run independently. In addition to major decisions, there is an additional report to Mr. Huo, which is related to Mr. Liang's various arrangements.

"There will be a dinner party next week, which is of an exchange nature within the circle."

The butler has already read it and summarized the key points: "The publicity department said that Mr. Liang is going to change his style, and it is very appropriate to attend this semi-formal dinner."

Butler: "The team will come over in the next two days. When Mr. Liang has time, we will measure the size and order a dress."

Huo Lan was silent for a while without making a sound.

The housekeeper was stunned, thinking that he was unwilling: "...Mr. Huo?"

The housekeeper noticed that he seemed to want to speak, so he closed his mouth considerately, and waited intently.

Huo Lan's shoulders were still tense, and he said for a long while, "I know Mr. Liang's size."

housekeeper:"……"

In order to stop him from punishing himself with unscrupulous words, the housekeeper did strike a few words violently. He really didn't expect that President Huo would be inspired to fight.

Huo Lan said something in a low voice, but seeing no response from him, he raised his eyes with a gloomy expression.

"Wow!" the housekeeper exclaimed, "Did you get it when you were holding Mr. Liang?!"

Huo Lan's ears turned red, he tried his best to endure, and said in a calm and low voice, "I even...touched Mr. Liang."

housekeeper:"!!"

"It's true." Huo Lan said, "I couldn't sleep last night. I held Mr. Liang in my arms and wanted to know if Mr. Liang was feeling better, so I touched him—"

The butler was a little anxious and skipped the background explanation: "Where did you touch?"

"..." Huo Lang instinctively felt that this kind of conversation was a bit weird, but the butler's comments this morning were too much, so he couldn't help but say a few more words: "I've touched everything that needs to be touched, Mr. Liang is very skinny."

Although acting does require body shape, it still won't work like this. Huo Lan thought about it, but finally felt uneasy: "Call the nutritionist team over."

The housekeeper was still in the shock of the first half of the sentence: "...Yes."

In fact, the housekeeper is not very sure about what "should be touched" according to Mr. Huo's principles.

There are probably arms on the shoulders and back, but I don't know if there is a waist.

Legs probably, hips should be fine.

...the rest are mostly nonexistent.

The housekeeper was both happy and worried: "It's like this...Mr. Liang doesn't like having people take measurements to make clothes."

Huo Lan frowned: "Why?"

The housekeeper made it up now, how do you know why: "I don't know, and you too...don't ask Mr. Liang."

At least you have to wait until you have made a confession with Mr. Liang before you can ask.

Huo Lan's expression sank, and he nodded: "Got it."

Butler: "However, our dresses must also be customized."

Huo Lan: "Use my designer."

"Definitely use your designer." The housekeeper nodded, "Also use the size you provided, Mr. Liang."

Huo Lan was only temporarily aroused, and couldn't help saying this, but when he came back to his senses, he felt that it was too frivolous, and said in a deep voice, "There is no need to mention this matter again."

The housekeeper cooperated and changed the subject: "Do you know where to measure clothes?"

Huo Lan shook his head.

Butler: "Bust, waist, shoulders, neck, legs."

Huo Lan took the pen: "I know, tell them—"

The housekeeper had a clear conscience: "Hips."

Huo Lan: "..."

"The abbreviation is HO." The butler read a standard explanation to him, "When measuring, keep the measuring tape horizontal and relaxed, and measure around the fullest part of the buttocks."

Huo Lan: "..."

Butler: "Mr. Liang's adjustment of character design is not only good for his own development, but also helpful for this drama."

Huo Lan closed his eyes and said with difficulty, "I—"

The butler said affectionately, with tears in his eyes, "Mr. Liang, I really need a dress."