President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Mr. Liang himself, who was in urgent need of a suit, was taking off his clothes in pain on the set.

Hanging on Wia all morning, there are still a few literary dramas in the afternoon.The costumes are cumbersome, take it off and put it on again, let alone take it in for an hour, and the whole crew can't just wait for him in a big scene group portrait scene.

Liang Xiao simply went on in one breath, until the last game was over, and then he changed out of the silver satin brocade robe with wide sleeves.

The several wounds made by Weiyayi were bleeding a little, but they had not been treated, and they were completely dried up.

Liang Xiao didn't say anything, and Duan Ming dragged him into the small bathroom in the rest room.

"Don't move." Duan Ming frowned tightly, and helped him pull the cloth sticking to the wound bit by bit, "Be patient, hold on—"

Duan Ming couldn't help it anymore, let go of his hands and raised his head: "Can you cooperate too?"

Liang Xiao gasped in small breaths: "How to cooperate?"

"Whatever you want." Duan Ming looked at his hands tightly clasped on his chest, "Say something so that I don't look like I'm plotting against you."

Liang Xiao hesitated, and put down his hand: "Brother Duan, be gentle."

Duan Ming: "..."

Liang Xiao: "QA---"

Duan Ming pressed his forehead, it didn't bother him, he pulled his clothes down hard.

Liang Xiao's eyes went dark, before he could yell out, the pain was so painful that he was completely silent.

A little bit of tearing is more tormenting, it is better to change the long-term pain into short-term pain.Duan Ming didn't let up, he picked up the cotton pad soaked in iodine, and pressed it neatly on the wound: "Are you alive?"

"Alive and dead."

Liang Xiao paralyzed on the sofa and murmured: "Two states exist in superposition at the same time, and only when you observe, will they collapse into one..."

"What." Duan Ming was puzzled, "Who said that?"

Liang Xiao was dying: "Schrödinger."

Duan Ming didn't know him, so he didn't care too much. He helped him put medicine on the wound and put some band-aids on it.

Liang Xiao's problem didn't last for a day or two. When there was nothing serious, he would make a fuss, and he was really uncomfortable. Instead, he was in a normal state and his breath was stable. No one would tell him, and he insisted that he was fine.

Every time Duan Ming sees Liang Xiaojing, he is nervous. Seeing that he is grinning so hard now, he feels relieved: "Okay, let's put it on."

Liang Xiao quickly put on his clothes: "Go back?"

"I'll ask, it should work."

Duan Ming looked at the time: "Go back and tell Mr. Huo to protect you when you take a shower."

Liang Xiao was packing his things when he heard the words and was caught off guard: "..."

Duan Ming: "I overtook again?"

Liang Xiao insisted: "No."

Duan Ming looked at him suspiciously.

Liang Xiao had already taken off their President Huo's shirt with his own hands, and after asking himself, he firmly believed that it was only a small step away from taking a bath together.

Liang Xiao settled down and tried his best to make his tone appear casual and natural: "Got it...I'll tell Mr. Huo tonight."

Duan Ming reminded him: "It's red up to the neck."

Liang Xiao Schrödinger refused to admit it, straightened his shoulders, wrapped his coat in his coat, opened the door and left with steady steps.

When we returned to the hotel, it was not time for the flowers and leaves to meet in the proposal.

The entire suite was shrouded in the working status of Mr. Huo. The staff moved around quietly, without saying a word, and tidied up the room lightly.

Liang Xiao didn't ask anyone to disturb Huo Lan, blended into the atmosphere, moved lightly into side sleep, and lay on his back on the bed.

After a whole day of home games, it would be a lie to say that I am not tired.

Liang Xiao's whole body was sore and painful, and he didn't want to move when he lay down. He held up the script and turned two pages, his arms were weak, and he simply let the script hit his face.

Liang Xiao covered the script and yawned.

"I'm so tired."

Duan Ming frowned when he saw it, and went over to pull off the quilt, and put a corner on him: "Supposedly the intensity is enough... Do you still have an appointment to resume training?"

Liang Xiao was vague: "It's not the same."

Filming is filming, and training is training.Hanging the wire is almost impossible to practice except for physical strength and waist.

Director Jin's standards for his martial arts are based on historical dramas. Compared with the elegant and agile martial arts required by Xianxia, ​​the strength and explosiveness are much stronger, which happens to be Liang Xiao's weakness.

"I still have to wear cloth strips in the second half of the journey."

Liang Xiao was sleepy and dazed: "According to Director Jin's temper, I probably have to give him at least a thin layer of visible muscle lines..."

Duan Ming also knew in his heart that he was just working hard for him, so he sighed and compromised: "Okay."

Xingguan provides comprehensive auxiliary resources for artists, and there is a team dedicated to relevant training, so there is no need to go out and spend more money.

Duan Ming called out the information and flipped through it: "Which ones are about? Cardiopulmonary, balance, physical strength improvement, shaping and muscle gain..."

Liang Xiao helped him think together: "Core strength."

Duan Ming selected it: "Should I make an appointment for injury prevention and relaxation and stretching?"

Liang Xiao nodded, watching him quickly scroll through a page of training, curious: "What is it?"

Duan Ming pushed his head away: "You don't need it."

"Not necessarily." The more Liang Xiao refused to let him watch, the more he wanted to watch, trying to poke his head, very deep, "Isn't that what actors do, dedicating themselves to the camera, any unexpected places may be needed..."

Duan Mingqie came back and read to him: "Zero-basic buttock shaping, develop buttocks, and create peach buttocks."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Duan Ming was kind enough to fear that he was familiar with it. Since Liang Xiao didn’t cherish it, there was nothing he could do about it: “Beginners in squatting, beginners in leg movement, hip and leg stretching… do you need it?”

Liang Xiao felt ashamed and angry: "No more."

Duan Ming: "Actor, that's all, dedicate yourself to the camera..."

Liang Xiao wanted to jump up and attack the manager, but he really didn't have the strength in his waist. After struggling for a long time, he was completely entangled with the quilt.

Duan Ming couldn't stand it anymore, and rescued him: "Take a break, I'll make an appointment for you."

"It's okay, I'll go first."

Duan Ming saw that Liang Xiao was really tired, so he didn't hurt him anymore, so he helped him put his things away: "You can rest assured, if there is anything wrong with the crew, I will write to you again."

Liang Xiao bent forward with difficulty: "Brother Duan, you and Xiao Gong also rest—"

Duan Ming pushed him back on the bed: "Stop it, leave us alone."

Duan Ming looked at the script next to him, and suddenly remembered something, and gave him a set of highlighters.

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment: "Do you want me to draw a cat on Mr. Huo's face?"

"..." Duan Ming: "I want you to draw the lines and memorize them."

As the shooting progress spreads out, the order of the scenes will be disrupted and interspersed, and each scene must be marked with additional plot anchors.So usually the later the progress, the more explanations involved in the script.

According to Liang Xiao's reciting method, Duan Ming was really worried that he would be the first actor to die young because of reciting scripts.

Duan Ming guessed that he was too lazy to move, so he put away the highlighter: "There are several colors, you can choose by yourself."

Liang Xiao felt a little regretful, so he agreed.

"There is also a steam eye mask." Duan Ming looked for it, "If you have a fever, put it on if your eyes are sore."

Liang Xiao couldn't control his imagination: "Then Mr. Huo will keep steaming when he wears it..."

Hot and cold meet and water vapor condenses.

Since then, it has become a walking cloud.

Duan Ming looked at him for a long time, took a deep breath and pressed his forehead.

Duan Ming couldn't control him: "If you really miss Mr. Huo, don't lie here and go knock on his door."

Liang Xiao also thought about it, but it's still early, Mr. Huo is probably still in full working condition: "Then Mr. Huo is probably going to press me on the sofa and beat my ass with his own hands..."

Duan Ming was stunned: "Then why don't you go quickly?"

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao couldn't help his heartbeat, and after thinking about it for a long time, he got up and sat by the bed.

Duan Ming didn't think it was a big deal, so he opened the door for him: "Do you want to go?"

Liang Xiao lay down discouraged and said, "Forget it."

Duan Ming asked curiously, "Why?"

Liang Xiao: "Blue sky and white sun...it's not appropriate."

Liang Xiao rolled a few times on the bed, touched a highlighter, opened the script and drew a few lines.

What will happen to Mr. Huo, Liang Xiao is actually not very sure.

But if he was really pressed on the sofa and spanked, [-]% of the time he wouldn't be able to memorize tomorrow's script.

Liang Xiaojing couldn't stop thinking, and couldn't help but scold the manager: "Brother Duan, you can't keep thinking about these things."

"..." Duan Ming died of injustice: "Did I think of it?"

Liang Xiao calmed down, took the phone, and shared a playlist with him.

Duan Ming looked numbly at the cover of the playlist of "Sanskrit and Buddhist Songs? Miaoyun Buddha Heart" on the phone: "..."

With few desires, Duan Mingqing turned on a work lamp beside the bed, picked up the script and placed it on top of his head, turned around and walked out the door of the side sleeper.

Liang Xiao couldn't concentrate for long.

After getting up early and having a hard day, Liang Xiao yawned a dozen times in a row, and the words in front of him completely blurred.

Holding the highlighter, Liang Xiao struggled to decipher the handwriting for a long time, drawing a crooked wavy line, and finally exhausted all his energy, and fell headfirst on the script.

He was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep and fell unconscious, unable to notice any movement.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside the window.

The curtains are tightly closed, and the light from the desk lamp is warm, adding a soft filter to the things in the room.

Liang Xiao opened his eyes, stared at the soft ceiling in a daze for three seconds, then suddenly woke up and copied his phone.

Twenty or ten minutes had passed since the flowers and leaves met.

Liang Xiao was so distressed that he gasped, and when he bounced up he wanted to rush out, his waist was caught off guard by a soreness, and his whole body went limp back on the pillow.

Liang Xiao sighed deeply: "The sky is going to die——"

There was a sound in the bathroom, Huo Lan quickly stepped out following the sound, and said in a deep voice, "Who?"

"..." Liang Xiao looked at them in a daze, Mr. Huo: "Me."

Huo Lan came out of the bathroom so naturally, Liang Xiao was stunned for a while, but couldn't help it, and checked if he was still lying on the side bed.

Obsession is too strong, through the wall in the middle of the night.

Liang Xiao touched his walnut from under the pillow, heaved a sigh of relief, and tried to sit up with his arms propped up.

Huo Lan walked over quickly: "Don't move."

When Huo Lan approached, Liang Xiao saw the medical bag in his hand, he was stunned for a moment and realized with a smile: "It's nothing..."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, unmoved rarely.

It's not a serious injury, and they've all been treated, with Band-Aids on each one.

Liang Xiao didn't take it seriously, and at the end of the day, he finally looked at the person and wanted to talk to Huo Lan, so he sat up energetically: "Have you finished your work? The studio is busy today, Director Jin said——"

Liang Xiao paused, looked at Huo Lan's hand covering his collar, and completely forgot what Director Jin said.

Liang Xiao felt a little feverish, and his throat moved: "Mr. Huo?"

Huo Lan picked him up, sat on the head of the bed, and asked Liang Xiao to sit on his body.

When Liang Xiao was in estrus, he lacked physical strength, so he often carried him into his arms like this, and somehow got used to it, so he coughed: "Huo Lan."

"I was injured—" Huo Lan was silent for a while, "You should also contact me."

The sentence patterns that Mr. Huo mastered were very fixed, and Liang Xiao was already very familiar with this one, so he coaxed him to answer, and couldn't help but think about how to contact him through a door.

After all, it's not like separating the two places before, calling and sending text messages... It seems a bit unnecessary.

It's not appropriate to knock three times across the door as a signal.

Liang Xiao couldn't hold back, and murmured: "Send a note..."

Injured, dipped in blood to write a note, and let Mr. Huo slip it in through the crack of the door.

Huo Lan frowned: "What?"

Liang Xiao regained his composure: "It's okay."

He really didn't take these minor injuries seriously, and felt that there was nothing to make a fuss about, so he stopped Huo Lang's hand with a smile: "A total of layers of skin were broken, if you look at it later, it might be—"

Huo Lan turned his head and kissed him lightly on the temple.

Liang Xiao: "...that's it."

I don't know if it's because they can't see each other during the day, but Mr. Huo seems to have turned on some new switch every night recently.

Fuluo's kiss was extraordinarily light, and one could feel Huo Lan's breath of air mixed with the breath of fresh fresh snow, wrapping him in chaos.

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, but made no sound, Ren Huo Lan unbuttoned his shirt.

Huo Lan took off the Band-Aid, revealing the whitened wound from cold sweat.

After all, Liang Xiao's body was still weak, he didn't realize it, he was extremely tired, but his body's reaction was unavoidable.

Huo Lan closed his eyes and took him into his arms.

Liang Xiao hadn't had time to shape up and train his muscles, so he was inexplicably regretful, and tried his best to cover up his clothes: "This progress—you can push it back..."

Wait for the professional team to come over and follow up with nutrition training, at least to develop some thin muscle lines, and the visual effect and hand feel will definitely be better than now.

Liang Xiao burned himself, coughed twice: "Huo Lan——"

Huo Lan: "I'm here."

Huo Lan hugged Liang Xiao's shoulders and told him to relax completely, leaning on his chest and abdomen.

Liang Xiao was pillowed in the crook of his arm, her heartbeat was rushing up uncontrollably, she subconsciously grabbed the hem of Huo Lan's clothes, and held her breath to raise her head.

Huo Lan stroked his hair, bent over Liang Xiao, and gently blew on his wound.

Huo Lan: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Liang Xiao was stunned, his messy and charming thoughts suddenly dissipated.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes and tugged at the corners of his mouth: "It doesn't hurt in the first place, you don't have to do this..."

Liang Xiao couldn't continue, took a deep breath, turned his face to the side, and buried himself in the soft fabric of Huo Lan's pajamas.

Huo Lan carefully treated the wound for him, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, disinfected it bit by bit from the inside out, and reapplied the medicine.

Every few steps, stop very carefully and take two careful breaths.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes, trembling a little, Huo Lan wrapped his wrists and held it: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Liang Xiao smiled hoarsely, "It hurts to death."

Huo Lan was silent for a moment, hugged him as a pillow on his chest and shoulders, lowered his head and gently kissed his eyes.

Huo Lan has always been ignorant of love affairs, and has no experience in these things. Kissing and caressing are still almost childish, but they are serious and meticulous.

The kiss, which was so gentle and almost quiet, fell through the hot eyelids.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes tightly, and waited until the heat in his eyes gradually calmed down in the cool breath, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "When I was young... I envied this."

Huo Lan closed his eyes and hugged him into his arms.

"It's really amazing." Liang Xiao buried it in his clothes and smiled, "I still don't believe it. It turns out that it doesn't hurt if I blow it. In the future, if I get hurt somewhere, I will definitely ask you to blow it..."

Huo Lan: "OK."

Liang Xiao's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

Liang Xiao rubbed carelessly on President Huo's pajamas, took a deep breath, and grabbed the hem of Huo Lan's clothes and pulled it down.

Huo Lan was about to continue treating his wound, but when he sensed the strength, he bent down: "What do you want?"

Liang Xiao pulled it down with all his heart, saved most of the pajamas in his hands, waited until the height was right, raised his head and kissed it.

Huo Lan's breath stagnated slightly.

Liang Xiao's chest couldn't stop rising and falling, and she touched his lips, trying to separate Huo Lan's lips.

Although he also has no practical experience, Liang Xiao has a theoretical knowledge base of G after all, and he feels obligated to take on the leading position of the two of them, teaching them Huo Boss to open his mouth at this time.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes, took a breath, and pinched the numb tendon behind Huo Lan's elbow.

Huo Lan was in pain, subconsciously said: "Liang—"

Liang Xiao took the opportunity to follow and touched the tip of Huo Lan's tongue.

Huo Lan had never understood this before. He was overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotion, his shoulders trembled suddenly, and he opened his eyes to look at him.

Liang Xiao didn't dare to look, closed his eyes and silently recited the Mantra of Purifying Heart, tremblingly licked his lips.

……

When President Huo is in love, he won't actually freeze Omega to death on the bed.

The overwhelming pheromones are not attractive, more like the cool snow particles rolled up by the wind and the sun when the door is opened in the bright sky in the morning after snow.

The coldness is firmly isolated by the body temperature, and the heartbeat is separated from the chest cavity and lands on the other chest that is close to it.

Huo Lan put his arms behind Liang Xiao's head, firmly protecting Liang Xiao, without telling him to pull the wound, put him lightly on the bed, and kissed him deeply.

The talent of the top Alpha is indeed terrifyingly strong.

Liang Xiao only stumbled and taught him once, and now he has completely lost his dominance. He was so dazed by Huo Lan's kiss that his eyes almost turned black.

Liang Xiao opened his eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw the bright sunlight after the first snowstorm.

The consequences of the pheromone explosion were particularly troublesome. Liang Xiao's heart and lungs were still injured, and he couldn't hold on for a long time. His breathing was completely out of order, and his eyes completely turned into snowflakes.

Huo Lan was holding his wrist all the time, noticing that Liang Xiao's heart rate was wrong, he backed away in time, and looked at him with frowns.

"It's okay." Liang Xiao sensed the uneasiness in President Huo's aura, coughed twice, and panted a few times with difficulty on his side, "I'm very healthy."

His standards for health were too broad, Huo Lang was worried, his brows were still tightly locked, he carefully helped Liang Xiao up, and slowly breathed for him.

Liang Xiao leaned against his chest, waiting for the snowflakes in front of him to return to the picture bit by bit.

……

It was inappropriate, but on such a precious occasion, his first impulse was to prove to his agents that they could do it.

Liang Xiao couldn't help blaming himself, just as he was about to suppress his thoughts and raised his head to speak, he found that Mr. Huo was texting the housekeeper.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao quickly took out his phone and sent Duan Ming an emoticon pack of a golden snake dancing wildly.

Huo Lan was worried about Liang Xiao's body, and asked the housekeeper and the doctor to confirm that there was no problem before putting down the phone, helping Liang Xiao to sit up, and putting a few pillows behind him.

Liang Xiao was worried that they would run away after Mr. Huo kissed again, so he threw down his phone and grabbed him: "Mr. Huo—"

Huo Lan didn't dare to compete with him, so he was dragged back and met Liang Xiao's questioning gaze: "..."

Huo Lan embraced him, carefully put him back on the bed, and said softly, "I'll use the inhibitor."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Can't you bite me?"

...Could it be that Mr. Huo also has a unique and stubborn restraint in this kind of matter.

You can only touch him one place at a time with your mouth.

Once they kissed, they used up today's share and couldn't bite his neck anymore.

Liang Xiao was a little worried: "It's not necessary..."

Huo Lan didn't know what he was thinking, closed his eyes, and his chest heaved: "You won't be able to bear it."

Liang Xiao's heart rate has not yet dropped, and his glands have been soaked in his pheromones to be extremely sensitive. If he temporarily marks it at this time, it is likely to stimulate a sensitivity similar to estrus.

According to Liang Xiao's state of estrus, maybe he really needs to temporarily mark him in the house, and the doctor is outside carrying the CPR equipment to prepare for rescue.

Huo Lan tried his best to suppress the emotion, and was a little headache from being rushed by the pheromone. Worried that Liang Xiao would misunderstand, he explained in a low voice: "At least... it will take half a year to recuperate."

Huo Lan promised: "Take good care of her and she will be fine."

Liang Xiao felt a little regretful when he thought about it later: "Then remember to take your medicine."

The side effects of inhibitors have long become a habit for him, and one day he wakes up without feeling uncomfortable, but instead feels something is wrong.

Huo Lan didn't use inhibitors much, so he was relatively more affected by side effects.

Feiyang Pharmaceutical has been adjusting the medication according to his condition. So far, it has sorted out a group of auxiliary drugs that are particularly effective in reducing side effects, and the combined effect is really impressive.

Huo Lan's eyes fell on him, and the bottom of his eyes warmed up: "Okay."

Liang Xiao worried: "Remember to eat candy."

Huo Lan pursed the corner of his lower lip, and said softly, "Okay."

Liang Xiao's ears were hot: "Remember to kiss after eating candy—"

Liang Xiao coughed, suppressed her heartbeat, and finished stumbling: "Dear, me."

Huo Lan stared at him silently for a while, keeping his shoulders back slightly, without making a sound.

It's a rare opportunity like this, Liang Xiao is determined to change their Huo Boss' ideas to some extent, and with all his might: "This kind...isn't frivolous."

Liang Xiao was almost cooked, dripping down the pillow: "We - we are not just family members, we also like each other..."

Liang Xiao ran out of the waves for today, slipped into the pile of pillows, and swallowed dryly: "Family you like, don't you?"

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, listened quietly, and pursed the corners of his lips: "Yes."

Liang Xiao: "Do you know what a family member who likes each other should do?"

Huo Lan said softly, "I don't know."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly ached.

Huo Lan... really didn't know.

Liang Xiao watched him standing quietly at the end of the light, couldn't bear it, and jumped out of bed.

His legs were still so weak that he couldn't stand still, he staggered a few steps without thinking, and without looking up, he bumped his head on Huo Lan's chest without any surprise.

Liang Xiao was firmly caught by Huo Lan, and hugged him with strength, lowered his head while pressing Huo Lan, and muttered on his forehead: "It will be like this."

Huo Lan stared at him blankly, protecting Liang Xiao's back with his arms.

He stood there for an extraordinarily long time, so long that Liang Xiao couldn't help shaking his hands in front of his eyes a few times, finally regained his senses, and nodded to meet Liang Xiao's gaze.

Huo Lan embraced him and said softly, "Okay..."

Huo Lan's eyes were quiet, like a clear pool formed by snow water: "Wait for me, don't run around."

Liang Xiao didn't intend to run around at first, so he relieved himself comfortably and put him back on the bed: "Where are you going?"

The team was going to customize a dress for Mr. Liang, Huo Lan was going to get the itinerary besides using inhibitors, and advised Liang Xiao to ask the designers to help measure the required size.

But now I suddenly don't really want to talk about it.

Huo Lan recalled seriously, imitating Liang Xiao little by little, and gave him a good smile.

Huo Lan leaned over and kissed his eyebrows: "I'm going to eat candy."