President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Mr. Huo came and went in a hurry, hurried back to lie on his side, and kissed a whole candy with Mr. Liang.

The speed of the car soared to the highest peak ever.

Liang Xiao was completely cooked, and he went back to the bed dying, clutching his heart and pressing himself a few times with difficulty.

Huo Lan's ears were also faintly red, and his chest heaved. He reached out to help him, but Liang Xiao stopped him in time: "You can't move."

Huo Lan was stunned for a moment, and withdrew his hand.

"It's too exciting." Liang Xiao's life was hanging by a thread, "Let me slowly..."

Huo Lan lost self-control when he was emotional, watching Liang Xiao drowsy and struggling to move, he clenched his fists and lowered his eyes: "Hold——"

Liang Xiao took the lead: "I'm sorry."

Huo Lan was interrupted by him, opened his mouth and fell silent.

Liang Xiao turned himself over with difficulty, and coughed twice: "Hold... hug me."

Huo Lan's eyes moved, and he looked up, meeting Liang Xiao's gaze.

Liang Xiao went all out, closed his eyes and hoped to die,

Their Boss Huo is extremely talented, until now when he speaks, there is still a cool sweetness in his mouth.

Liang Xiao couldn't help savoring it carefully, and when he came back to his senses, he accidentally sweetened himself again.

Seeing that his heart rate still couldn't drop, Huo Lan was worried, and sat up with Liang Xiao in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I'll go out first."

"No need." Liang Xiao stretched out his hand to grab him, "Tell me something serious."

Huo Lan asked, "What's serious?"

"Tell me something about your work." Liang Xiao thought for a while, "Or remind me that I can't finish memorizing the script."

Liang Xiao gave two examples by himself. After being poured with a basin of water, he calmed down a lot in an instant: "I may not be able to recite the script..."

The intimacy was not long, and Mr. Huo had strict self-control, so it didn't take up much time.The main reason is that he was sleepy as soon as he came back, and fell asleep until now.

The lines of ancient costume dramas are no better than modern dramas. Every word may have been carefully considered by the screenwriter. Even if the meaning is similar, they cannot be changed at will.

Director Jin's request is to include punctuation marks, which must be strictly recited verbatim.

Liang Xiao picked up the script and quickly flipped through a few pages. Looking at the mighty lines, he had difficulty breathing.

Huo Lan was slightly stunned, watching Liang Xiao tremblingly holding the script and counting the number of lines with tears in his hands, his eyes gradually became soft and warm, he pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, and stroked his head.

Liang Xiao couldn't control it, and rubbed his palm.

……

Liang Xiao came back to his senses, raised his head, and looked at the little smile in Huo Zong's eyes in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, Boss Huo was such a person.

Liang Xiao was heartbroken: "Is this gloating?"

"No." Huo Lan shook his head, "Watch and help each other."

Liang Xiao was about to accuse them of Mr. Huo's lack of loyalty, when he heard the words, he was startled and blinked his eyes.

"Go wash up first." Huo Lan took the script and looked at his wound, "Shall I help you? Or—"

Liang Xiao quickly chose: "I will do it myself"

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and nodded.

Liang Xiao still wanted to save his breath to recite his lines tonight, and he was determined not to soften his heart. He asked Mr. Huo to help him change the waterproof band-aid, and after gathering enough strength, he went to the bathroom and poured himself under the shower.

After quickly taking a shower, Liang Xiao wiped off the water and changed into pajamas, and went back to the bedroom. Huo Lan was looking down at the script.

Huo Lan seemed focused on everything he did. He read the script page by page under the light, his shoulders were still upright, and his eyelashes looked extra dark under the light.

Liang Xiao went over with the towel on his head: "Mr. Huo—"

"There is a dinner party on the 29th."

Huo Lan put down the script, got up and went over: "There is a camera, and the team will customize matching dresses and accessories."

Liang Xiao remembered that he had to adjust the character setting, and he knew it well: "Is it in the circle? Charity or salon..."

"Salon." Huo Lan took off the towel on his head, "It's mainly in the circle, semi-public, sharing resources."

Liang Xiao thought it was troublesome, and he always had to dry his hair. Looking at the hair dryer in his hand, he backed off vigilantly: "Is the invitation for a single person?"

Huo Lan shook his head: "You can take a team, no more than three people."

There were only two people in Liang Xiao's team, and he nodded when he heard the words, and was about to take the opportunity to bypass Huo Lan, but he was snatched back as soon as he took a step.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Huo Lan held his arm and guided him to sit down.

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and hesitated: "In two days... I need to collect the size of the dress."

Liang Xiao was concentrating on avoiding the hair dryer: "Do you need me to adjust the time to cooperate?"

Huo Lan was silent for a while, paused his gaze, and shook his head: "No need."

Liang Xiao couldn't figure out why he brought up such a thing and said, "Then—"

The warm air from the hair dryer swept over the back of his neck, Liang Xiao couldn't help shivering, completely forgetting what he wanted to say.

"Soon." Huo Lan raised his hand to cover the exposed nape of his neck, "I need you to relax."

It's not that Liang Xiao doesn't relax, it's just that since he was a child, he felt that this thing made people itch, and he was still reluctant to use it.I tried my best to hold on for a few seconds, but couldn't help but hide.

Huo Lan told him to lean on him, put his fingers into his short hair, and rubbed it lightly.

The palms are dry and warm, covering the top of the head, the strength is gentle and stable.

Even the manic airflow of the hair dryer has become a lot gentler.

Liang Xiao narrowed his eyes and sighed comfortably: "Are you going?"

Huo Lan was slightly taken aback.

Liang Xiao just asked casually, and the exit also came to his senses, thinking for a while: "No...it's not appropriate."

Since it was a dinner for the exchange of resources within the circle, whether Huo Lan attended as the president of Xingguan or went with him, it was somewhat inconvenient.

Huo Lan was silent: "Yes."

Liang Xiao thought very openly: "Then I'll come back with two candies."

Huo Lan touched his hair.

Liang Xiao has lived alone these years, running around to earn his living, thinking about it, he knows that he can't tell the joy of celebrating his birthday.

Huo Lan was not surprised that he didn't remember it himself, so he collected his thoughts and didn't say much, nodded: "Okay."

Liang Xiao was a little sleepy from his humming, yawned, leaned back comfortably for two seconds, and suddenly came back to his senses: "No, the script——"

"Go to bed." Huo Lan said, "I'll read to you."

Liang Xiao felt that Huo Lan probably didn't know his own influence: "I'm afraid not, I can't memorize it."

Liang Xiao coughed, and his ears burned slightly: "I... can't even hear it."

The focus was on Mr. Huo's voice and Adam's apple.

Liang Xiao took a deep breath and got up with a pure heart: "It doesn't matter, I will read it a few times, and I will memorize it when I am familiar with it."

It's a big deal to read all night.

Words have emotions, for the sake of his staying up all night, maybe they will consciously run into his mind.

Huo Lan shook his head and held his wrist: "Don't hold it."

Liang Xiao couldn't help regretting: "No, don't you want to hug me?"

Huo Lan pursed his lips, led Liang Xiao to the bedside, turned on the desk lamp, and handed him the pen and paper.

Liang Xiao suddenly had an ominous premonition: "...what are you doing?"

"I read one sentence, you recite one sentence."

Huo Lan said: "If you can't memorize it three times, just copy this sentence once."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao's eyes darkened, and he wanted to run, but Huo Lan pressed his back lightly with one hand, and reflexively sat upright cross-legged.

Liang Xiao himself couldn't remember where this terrible reflex came from, and sat on the head of the bed with his shoulders straight, in pain: "Mr. Huo..."

Mr. Huo took the highlighter and continued what he drew: "Start."

For several days, Mr. Liang memorized all the lines perfectly.

Duan Ming held the script and couldn't help but sigh: "I heard people say that the lines are full of blood and tears, so it can be true..."

Liang Xiao broke down: "Brother Duan."

Duan Ming watched his script with QAQ written between the lines, and patted him on the shoulder: "You can memorize it, but you lack pressure."

Motivation alone is not enough. For example, Mr. Huo promises to memorize a page and kiss once, Mr. Liang will be distracted, but if he can't memorize it and copy it again, Mr. Liang will be able to improve by leaps and bounds.

Duan Ming said with emotion: "Mr. Huo is well versed in human nature..."

Liang Xiao became furious, snatched the script and closed it.

Duan Ming was curious: "How did you endorse the book back then?"

It was even worse back then, Liang Xiao shivered and recalled: "If I can't memorize it once, I will copy this sentence three times."

Duan Ming: "..."

Liang Xiao sighed: "If you get distracted again, you will be punished to stand with a book on your head."

Xiao Liang Xiao's background was too weak at the beginning, and he was used to being loose and couldn't calm down. Without this thunderous method, he couldn't recite a single word at all.

Using this kind of lightning method, Xiao Liang Xiao even practiced the deep skill of dozing off in the corner with a book on his head under high pressure. Nine times out of ten, he fell asleep unconsciously, and when he woke up, he was already wrapped in a blanket. In bed.

Duan Ming was stunned and murmured: "What kind of fate is this..."

Going around.

Indissoluble bond with knowledge.

Liang Xiao was still sad at first, but after being enlightened by him, the two were much relieved: "Boss Huo is much gentler."

Duan Ming: "...Yes."

Liang Xiao happily said, "Mr. Huo also allowed me to write cursive characters."

Back then, Xiao Liangxiao's handwriting was twisted and crooked to do whatever he wanted, and he was forced to rewrite every single stroke.

Duan Ming looked at his happiness from the heart, almost couldn't bear it for a moment, and agreed: "Mr. Huo is so kind."

Liang Xiao nodded, successfully convinced himself, grasped the script and recited the lines smoothly from the beginning, followed the scene to go on stage, and passed the scene smoothly.

"good."

Director Jin looked at the monitor, nodded in satisfaction, and used him to educate a group of young actors: "The lines are so difficult to recite, and the same is a mouthful. How can Liang Xiao be able to recite them?"

A few young actors looked ashamed and said in a low voice: "We didn't work hard enough."

Jin Zhenbo glanced at Liang Xiao: "If you have any experience, please introduce it to them later."

After Liang Xiao got off the show, he just unscrewed the bottle of mineral water when he was choked up: "..."

His recent performance can't be faulted. Rao Jin Zhenbo is strict and his attitude has improved a lot. He patted him on the back and said, "Are you catching a cold?"

Liang Xiao cleared his throat: "...it's okay."

"Protect your condition and don't get sick." Jin Zhenbo reminded, "Recording at the same time, your voice condition can't be a problem."

Liang Xiao nodded: "Understood."

Director Jin signaled several assistant directors to adjust the scene, walked to the sidelines, and checked his progress: "Has the training started yet?"

"It's started." Liang Xiao said, "In the past few days, I have been strengthening my strength and heart and lungs."

Probably the crew adjusted the arrangement on purpose. He has a lot of lines in the past few days, but the scenes are not very important.

I met Mr. Huo at night, and Liang Xiao has been doing relevant training in the spare time.It may take some time for body shaping, but strength and stamina are slowly improving.

Jin Zhenbo felt a little satisfied, and nodded: "The main thing is to practice explosive power, the gun won't make you heavy."

Jin Zhenbo glanced at him: "The strength is about the same, as long as you don't let the gun throw you out."

"..." Liang Xiao was almost poked into a sieve by him: "Yes."

Jin Zhenbo: "Are you going back to the imperial capital next week?"

Liang Xiao remembered the dinner that Huo Lan had mentioned, calculated the time: "Yes."

The team has a schedule here, and it has probably been reported to the crew. It is not surprising that Director Jin knows.

Liang Xiao hesitated: "Are you delaying the progress of the filming?"

"It's not like you are in every scene, so it won't affect you if you walk for two days."

Jin Zhenbo didn't really object to this, he waved his hand: "Go to meet more people, find some good resources... don't worry too much, it's not ashamed to make a film."

Liang Xiao smiled, but did not refute: "I see, thank you."

His resources are all in the star crown, and he went to the dinner party to produce a live picture that can be played, and adjust the character design to suit the role.

Director Jin is getting old, and the idea is still that the actors find the filming on their own, and they have always disapproved of the characters and the like. The production director probably didn't bother to explain this to the old director.

Jin Zhenbo asked again, and felt that he had cared about the actor, so he nodded and went back to the sidelines to stare at the next shot.

Liang Xiao was reminded by him, got down from the field, met with the manager, and agreed on the next arrangement.

"The main energy is still on the set."

Duan Ming flipped through his phone and gave him a summary: "This drama is the main one. There will be a dinner party on the 29th. At that time, we will post pictures in conjunction with Weibo, and there will be a process for publicity and public relations."

Duan Ming: "If the effect is good, you may be able to live broadcast once or twice to interact with fans."

Liang Xiao nodded: "OK."

"On the [-]th of next month, "New Year's Eve" will officially enter the post-publication process. The crew will probably participate in a few shows. If we are close, we can go over and help run."

Duan Ming turned another page: "The second episode of "On the Road" will be aired this weekend... By the way, their director even asked to tell you that they may take some time to introduce the breakfast cart owner and his family."

Liang Xiao was slightly dumb: "Why do you still need to tell me?"

"It should be because I'm afraid that someone will mind." Duan Ming guessed, "After all, the stall owner's family is quite discussion-oriented. Inserting this material may affect our propaganda here."

Liang Xiao thought for a while: "It's just right, we also need to make fine adjustments here."

Duan Ming nodded: "Yes, you also need to suppress the memory of selling breakfast in the short term, and push the boat along."

Xingguan's team has taken over in an all-round way, and there is not much they need to do.Duan Ming briefly flipped through the pages, then put down the phone: "It's nothing, you just need to find time to make a suitable dress."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and vaguely remembered: "Mr. Huo seems to have mentioned it to me..."

"Mr. Huo asked someone to do it for you?" Duan Ming was relieved, and crossed out an arrangement, "That's fine, but hurry up, we don't have much time left."

Liang Xiao didn't pay attention to it at the time, and vaguely remembered that he needed to measure the size, so he nodded: "Got it... I'll tell Mr. Huo."

"I'm still missing a watch." Duan Ming helped him think, "It's really impossible to borrow one from Mr. Huo and pay it back later."

Maybe you don't have to pay it back.

The cold metal watch chain clasps the wrist, but it doesn't fit tightly. It is clasped on the top of the head by the hook, firmly restricting the movement, and there are dripping bloodstains during the struggle...

Liang Xiao's eyes widened: "Brother Duan——"

Duan Ming came back to his senses: "I want to speak out?"

Liang Xiao stared at him for a long time, his ears turned red inch by inch, and he gritted his teeth: "No..."

Although there were none, the manager's little porn books were all confiscated from the artist's inventory.

Duan Ming had seen everything he had seen, but Liang Xiao was unprepared when his foot was run over by the wheel of his car. After being burned for a long time, he got up in a daze and went to find a place to cool down.

Driving without a license is harmful.

Back at the hotel gym, when Liang Xiao was wearing the special detection bracelet, he still felt somewhat psychologically shadowed by the watchband, which was neither cold nor metal.

"Not at all." Duan Ming accompanied him to do plank support, squatting on the side to check Weibo for daily maintenance in the background, "What a big deal..."

Liang Xiao just made it to the third group, gritted his teeth tremblingly: "Brother Duan."

Duan Ming stopped the car and changed the subject: "Recently, Xingguan is gradually letting go of maintenance. Weibo will be a bit annoying, so don't worry about it."

Liang Xiao nodded: "I know."

In order to give a good impression to passers-by at the beginning, we must strictly manage and control the wind direction.Xingguan stared at him tightly, and dealt with any malicious comments that provoked the war in a timely manner, and did not give him a chance to play Q.

Now that it has gradually stabilized, and then controlled to a harmony of flowers and flowers, it will appear too fake.

"Carrots and green vegetables have their own loves." Liang Xiao's group had almost stretched to the limit, trembling and shaking, "I'm not money..."

It's not RMB, and everyone can't like it.

Duan Ming just gave him a vaccination and nodded: "There are still people watching, so it won't be too much."

Liang Xiao's arm went limp, and he slammed it firmly on the mat, turned over and took a few breaths.

"The nitpicking is nothing more than dragging you, and now there is no representative work."

Duan Ming handed him a towel: "The production cycle of "New Year's Eve" is short, and it won't be long before these people's mouths can be blocked."

Liang Xiao wiped his sweat and replied.

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Duan Ming was relieved a lot: "The other thing... what we were worried about before was that someone picked up your information and found out about your pheromone outbreak sequelae."

Liang Xiao: "What did you say?"

"It has everything to say, and the compilation is quite true."

Duan Ming clicked on a marketing account: "It said that you grew up in a poor family and couldn't afford inhibitors. In order not to worry your family members, you went to the mountains to divide..."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Am I crazy?"

Duan Ming changed it: "Your parents are busy with work and have no time to take care of you. They are afraid that you will run away, so they locked you at home."

Duan Ming thought vividly: "You split up by yourself, smashed the door desperately, shouted hoarsely, and when your parents came back, you only saw a puddle of you at the door..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Duan Ming changed another one: "You concealed your identity. In fact, your family is very rich. When you were kidnapped and blackmailed, you were frightened and unexpectedly split up."

Liang Xiao was a little moved by this, and sat up and thought about it: "I cleverly used pheromone to report the message, which led the rescuers to find me."

Duan Ming thought about it and helped him complete the details: "You were in the cellar at the time. The outside was sealed and you couldn't tell, but there were gaps where gas molecules could flow."

Liang Xiao nodded: "Diffusion from high concentration to low concentration..."

Duan Ming wrote it down quickly, and was going to go back to discuss further with the Xingguan team to improve the rest of the logic and details.

Liang Xiao couldn't rest for too long, and when he gained some strength, he got up again, changed to another equipment and continued to torture himself.

Duan Ming followed him to watch, couldn't help but said, "Would you like to practice peach buttocks by the way?"

Liang Xiao was pulling the counterweight to pull the latissimus dorsi, he coughed heavily, and let go: "..."

Duan Ming regretted: "Forget it."

"Don't practice." Liang Xiao insisted, "Don't let me hear these three words in the future."

Duan Ming sighed: "Okay."

Liang Xiao strictly looked at the agent for half a minute, and confirmed that the other party had fully remembered the request, then held the handle again, gritted his teeth and pulled up the iron block of the counterweight.

The team of Xingguan has always been professional and never let go of any value that can be extracted.

When Mr. Huo came to lie on his side, the drained Mr. Liang was paralyzed on the bed, turned over half dead.

The air conditioner in the room was extremely warm. Liang Xiao was wearing half-sleeved shorts, with hot towels wrapped around his arms and legs, and he drank a straw to relieve his worries with protein granules.

Huo Lan frowned: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Liang just did strength training." The housekeeper explained, "Hot compresses can relieve the accumulation of lactic acid."

The butler was entrusted by Mr. Liang, and quickly added: "I'm not feeling uncomfortable."

Huo Lan didn't respond, and walked to the bedside.

Liang Xiao was so drank by the protein powder that he wanted to die, dying: "Mr. Huo... I'm fine."

Huo Lan's eyes fell on him, she covered his arm, and pressed it lightly.

Liang Xiao choked his throat with a breath of cold air, his whole body trembled, halfway through the playing, he fell back sorely and softly.

Boss Huo was unexpectedly proficient, stretched out his arms, and caught him firmly.

Liang Xiao's ears warmed up: "Mr. Huo..."

Huo Lan stroked his hair, took him into his arms and carefully put him back on the bed.

Liang Xiao was warmed for a while, and watched Huo Lan turn and go out, his eyes widened in surprise.

Don't hug me now.

When the color declines, love relaxes, and love relaxes.

Liang Xiao was so miserable that he struggled twice and didn't get up: "If life is just like the first time I saw it..."

The housekeeper stood by, and was stunned when he heard the words: "What?"

Liang Xiao was very sad: "What is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan?"

Huo Lan asked the health care team about the process, sent people away, wrapped the hot water bottle tightly with a towel used for hot compress, and opened the door to come back.

Liang Xiao hadn't recited it until he was ready to change his mind, so he stared at the things Huo Lan was holding in his hand, and was stunned for a while.

Huo Lan nodded towards the butler, and when the butler went out, he replaced several small hot water bottles for him, and picked another one that was extremely hot and pressed it down.

Liang Xiao was startled: "Mr. Huo—"

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, waited until his palms were almost warm, opened his clothes, and slowly massaged them into his abdomen.

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, remained silent for three seconds, and blushed.

"It will be harder the first few days."

Huo Lan knew a lot about fitness, so he slowly kneaded it for him, and took out a candy from his pocket with his right hand: "I'll come over earlier."

Liang Xiao's heart pounded against his chest, and he said vaguely, "No..."

His voice was too low for Huo Lan to hear clearly, he squeezed the candy wrapper with one hand and handed it to Liang Xiao's lips: "What?"

Liang Xiao dazedly opened his mouth to hold the candy, his lips brushed between Huo Lan's fingers, unconscious: "Use."

Huo Lan nodded: "OK."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao was actually a little worried, if the time to meet at night was brought forward, would the morning time be deducted accordingly given how strict they were with Mr. Huo.

Come two hours early at night, and leave two hours early in the morning.

It was five o'clock in the morning, and the sky was still dark.

Huo Lan carefully placed him sleeping on the bed, went out alone, and returned to the cold and lonely master bedroom.

Liang Xiao felt a little moved by his own thoughts, and looked up at Huo Lan firmly: "No."

The heat in Huo Lan's palm dissipated, and he pressed on the hot water bottle again, slightly startled when he heard the words: "What?"

"You can't leave at five o'clock in the morning." Liang Xiao said, "I-"

Liang Xiao coughed and put a pot on his head: "I have to be woken up in the morning. If the alarm clock rings, I won't be in a good mood all day."

Huo Lan had never paid attention to this before, and was stunned by his firmness, and blamed himself: "I... don't know."

Liang Xiaoxin said that I didn't know for a second, so he said: "Can you call me?"

Huo Lan stroked his hair, nodded: "Yes."

Liang Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, and rubbed the only head that could move freely against Huo Lan's palm, his ears turned red, and he stumbled to confirm with him: "Hold, hold to sleep... hold to wake up."

Huo Lan pursed the corner of his lower lip, leaned over and kissed his forehead lightly: "Yes."

Liang Xiao was relieved, he was so familiar that he had no distracting thoughts on the bed, and couldn't help taking a nap.

Huo Lan warmed him up, brought safflower oil, rubbed it carefully and pushed it away.

Without being disturbed by Liang Xiaogao's screams of pain, Huo Lan trapped him in his arms, and helped him rub off a few bruises from bumps that he didn't know when.

Liang Xiao fell asleep in Mr. Huo's arms as he wished, and woke up in Mr. Huo's arms alive with pain, exuberant and sleepless from the pain: "I can't do it..."

"Be patient." Huo Lan was in more pain than him, kissed his temples, and whispered, "Bite me if it hurts."

Liang Xiao couldn't move his teeth, looked at Mr. Huo's tense shoulder and neck muscles, and shook his head weakly.

Huo Lan's chest was slightly hot, and he closed his eyes.

If you don't deal with it now, it will be even more difficult in two days.Huo Lang was cruel, and helped him rub the last spot as soon as possible, and pulled him into his arms, asking Liang Xiao to rest on his chest and shoulders.

In front of Liang Xiao's eyes was a golden star, hanging on Huo Lan's body in a daze, and he was struggling to talk to him about the business: "Brother Duan said, dress as soon as possible..."

Huo Lan's breath stagnated slightly, and he held his arm tightly: "I know."

"Would you like me to make time?"

Liang Xiao didn't know much about haute couture dresses, and guessed that the master who was in charge of measuring the size was too senior to wait for him to play: "I'll tell Director Jin, it's okay to come back."

"..." Huo Lang said in a low voice, "No need."

"Are you worried that my body shape will change?" Liang Xiao thought for a while, and thoughtfully helped to find a reason, "It won't be so fast, training can't be effective immediately."

Huo Lan was silent for a while: "I know."

Liang Xiao was concerned: "What is that?"

Huo Lang couldn't speak, so he was silent for a while, and stroked his hair: "Quickly, relax."

Liang Xiao vaguely felt that this sentence sounded familiar, so he was stunned for a moment, watching Huo Lan get up and go out, and relaxed a little bit blankly according to their President Huo's request.

When it hurts, it really hurts, but after a while, my body feels relaxed.

Liang Xiao was quite successful in relaxing, and couldn't help yawning, squinting his eyes, tiredness came back.

Liang Xiao was so sleepy that he vaguely heard the door knocking.

Over the years, the people around me are too chaotic, and there are all kinds of people with ulterior motives.Liang Xiao has always been sensitive to sound, especially when he is half asleep and half awake, he will notice anyone approaching, and instinctively raise his mind to defend and be vigilant.

But recently, he has become very familiar with Huo Lan's footsteps, even if he doesn't distinguish them carefully, he can still recognize them.

No matter how chaotic the surroundings are, they will always be Mrs. Huo who is cold and clean.

Liang Xiao was not nervous, just dozed off lazily, listening to them with peace of mind Mr. Huo came to the bed and stood there for a while.

Liang Xiao felt relieved and relaxed, and was gently embraced by sleepiness. He vaguely noticed that the cold and clean Huo Lan reached into the quilt with one hand and held up his buttocks.

Liang Xiao: "..."