President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Mr. Liang was so sad, he wandered around with the script in his arms, was led back to lie on his side by Mr. Huo, and carefully put away his high-end suit and shirt.

Early the next morning, Liang Xiao woke up with sleepy eyes and went back to the set as usual.

There is no need to shoot today, just show up and sign in and you can come back. The manager and assistants did not follow the vacation, and replaced them with the assistant team equipped by Xingguan.

Liang Xiao was in the nanny's car, surrounded by a team of NPCs, still unable to figure it out: "Why can't I memorize..."

"What can't you carry?"

It was a rare time for Duan Ming not to follow him, and he couldn't understand through the phone: "Aren't you missing a show today?"

Liang Xiao held up his mobile phone and sighed with his manager: "Not today, but there will always be in the future."

Duan Ming: "...Yes."

Liang Xiao was a little sad: "When I have it, I'm going to copy the script again."

Duan Ming: "..."

Liang Xiao was afraid of this since he was a child, but he never thought that after so many years, he still could not escape.

Duan Ming probed: "Do you want to endorse the artifact?"

"What." Liang Xiao was very interested, and sat up, "Can I recite ten pages at a time?"

"It's just a piece of plastic board, draw the place to be memorized with a black pen... Forget it."

Through the phone, Duan Ming seemed to be flipping through something, and his voice continued intermittently: "It's useless to you."

Liang Xiao's problem actually lies in his lack of concentration. It's hard to really concentrate unless he is forced by effective high-pressure measures.

Apart from Mr. Huo's thunder method, there is really no better way.

Duan Ming: "Is there anything else you want?"

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and thought carefully: "No, I have enough things now."

Duan Ming hinted: "What do you want in the future?"

Liang Xiao's logic is strict: "I will buy what I want in the future, and if I find out that I don't need it, I will save another sum of money."

Duan Ming was persuaded by him: "...Yes."

Duan Ming took a breath: "What I wanted in the past—"

"..." The two were on the phone, Liang Xiao really didn't know what he was going to do, and couldn't help it: "Brother Duan, did you win a lottery for clearing the shopping cart?"

Liang Xiao made a quick decision: "Help me add two boxes of turkey noodles, the authentic brand, a box of Coke, we're almost done sending out business cards, and Xiaogong wants a capsule coffee machine..."

Duan Ming felt a headache, he agreed wholeheartedly, and hung up the phone.

Hotel suite.

Duan Ming put down the phone and sighed: "I didn't ask."

The housekeeper was a little worried: "This is difficult."

"Is Mr. Huo going to celebrate Liang Xiao's birthday?" Duan Ming helped pick out a present all morning, hesitating a little, "That birthday was filled in blindly, it was calculated according to the date of registration, and he didn't take it seriously..."

The housekeeper shook his head: "Mr. Huo said, that's what we have to do."

Duan Ming was stunned, smiled for a while, nodded and did not speak again.

The housekeeper asked someone to search for birthday gifts, and sorted out a few lists.

Mr. Huo has actually been preparing for this matter for a long time. The contract that was originally intended to be a birthday gift was sent ahead of time, and there is always something to make up for it.

It was the first time to give a birthday gift, Mr. Huo had strict standards, and he had already rejected hundreds of proposals these days.

Tonight is Mr. Liang's birthday at midnight. Although several gifts have been prepared, everyone still has no idea and is still making final efforts.

"Actually...it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Duan Ming thought for a while: "Mr. Huo, what did you receive for your birthday? Just choose—"

The housekeeper hesitated for a while, and smiled wryly: "Mr. Huo's birthday is not too long."

Duan Ming was stunned: "Why?"

"My wife had an accident when she gave birth to Mr. Huo... She was seriously ill for several years."

The housekeeper mentioned it cryptically to him, but didn't go into details, and explained vaguely: "Sir, we are not allowed to celebrate Mr. Huo's birthday, and we will not stay at home during this time of the year, and will take Madam to various places to recuperate and relax."

The husband and wife are going out, and the butler and the captain of the bodyguards have to take turns to stay in the villa. Even if the date is known, no one can celebrate at this time for Xiao Huo Lan who is fostered in the branch.

One year when Huo Lan happened to be at my house, the butler secretly made a cake for little Huo Lan, but before he could deliver it, he was bumped into by his husband.

During that time, the madam's condition happened to relapse again, and the husband was upset, so he asked someone to throw the cake on the spot and severely reprimanded everyone in the villa.

If things go on like this, no one dares to touch this bad luck again.

"I feel sorry for my lover."

Duan Ming could understand, but still couldn't help frowning: "But the child is right..."

Mr. Huo forbade people to mention these more, but the housekeeper didn't say much, and shook his head to get back to the subject: "So Mr. Huo is not very clear about what gifts to give."

... But Mr. Huo knows very well what not to give as a gift.

The housekeeper sorted out hundreds of proposals that were sent back, and he felt sincerely: "Combining Mr. Liang's hobbies, we even want to suggest Mr. Huo, directly give Mr. Liang a credit card that he swipes casually..."

Duan Ming has a headache: "Then he will go buy turkey noodles, Coke and a coffee machine."

Liang Xiao is keen on saving money, but has almost no hobby of spending it. Over the years, he has had the most impulsive consumption, which is to spend ten yuan in game currency.

For the ten yuan, Liang Xiao and Duan Ming talked heartbrokenly for three days, and Duan Ming was so annoyed that he sent him a hundred red envelopes of ten cents.

The butler's last hope was also ruthlessly extinguished, and he sighed: "Has Mr. Liang received it?"

"I got it." Duan Ming said, "His phone is too old, it was completely stuck with a black screen, and he spent another 200 yuan to repair the phone."

housekeeper:"……"

The two of them were a little out of ideas, they looked at each other speechlessly, touched their coffee cups and drank it down in one gulp.

After a long silence, Duan Ming suddenly remembered: "That cake back then——Mr. Huo didn't eat it?"

The housekeeper shook his head and smiled wryly: "I've agreed with Mr. Huo."

Back then, the housekeeper specially agreed to Xiao Huo Lan, and asked the chef to secretly make a cake in the spare kitchen that was not usually used.

Not to mention eating... Little Huo Lan didn't even see what the cake looked like.

"After that, Mr. Huo never asked for cake again."

The housekeeper cleared his mind and stopped thinking about the past: "Is there any problem? Mr. Liang—"

"No problem." Duan Ming said, "Mr. Liang hasn't eaten either."

The butler was startled.

"There's no story, he thinks it's a waste of money."

Duan Ming quickly explained, and glanced at the master bedroom: "But Mr. Huo didn't think about it, in fact, we can change our thinking..."

It doesn't have to be something extra expensive, expensive enough to keep as a family heirloom gift.

Duan Ming was actually vaguely worried that Liang Xiao would resell this kind of gift for cash, so he calmed down and didn't say much: "Anyway, Mr. Huo's birthday is not suitable for celebrating, why not celebrate one for the two of us?"

The butler was stunned for a while, his eyes lit up, he grabbed the manager's hand and shook it vigorously, got up and hurried into the master bedroom.

When Mr. Liang came back, the atmosphere in the entire suite was different from usual.

In the living room, it was rare that there was no atmosphere that Mr. Huo was working. Several high-level chefs stood silently in a row at the door. The assistant team came and went in a hurry, and everyone carried a lot of things in their hands.

The housekeeper stood guard at the door of the living room, and when he saw Liang Xiao coming back, he greeted him refreshedly: "Mr. Liang—"

Liang Xiao took off his coat and couldn't help being curious: "What is Mr. Huo doing?"

"It's not convenient to tell you now." The housekeeper smiled, "Just wait, I will surprise you soon."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became vigilant: "Mr. Huo finally started to develop memory bread?"

The butler was at a loss: "What?"

Liang Xiao pressed his forehead and regained consciousness: "...it's fine."

Liang Xiao once had a meal cooked by Huo Lan. Although he didn't know why Mr. Huo would carry out this high-risk activity in the master bedroom, he couldn't help but look forward to it. He asked the housekeeper in a low voice, "How long will it take?"

"Not too long." The butler promised, "Go and memorize the lines for a while, an hour at most."

The atmosphere was too mysterious, and Liang Xiao couldn't help feeling a little excited and apprehensive. He nodded, turned over the script and went back to study.

……

With something on my mind, endorsement is almost a process.Liang Xiao checked the time while copying, waited for an hour, quickly closed the script, and poked his head from the side lying.

Outside, there was no atmosphere that Mr. Huo was working. Several chefs stood silently in a row at the door, and the assistant team hurriedly carried a lot of things.

The butler stood at the door of the living room.

Liang Xiao pondered for a while, went back to confirm that the time was indeed flowing, and opened the door again.

The butler noticed the movement and came over quickly: "Mr. Liang..."

Liang Xiao lowered his voice to connect with him: "Are you ready?"

"Soon." The butler said in a low voice, "You can memorize it for another hour."

Liang Xiao was easy to speak, nodded, and closed the door.

……

An hour later, Liang Xiao opened the door and looked at the living room without Mr. Huo's working atmosphere.

Liang Xiao went back to check the time, then leaned out again to see a row of silent chefs and a team of assistants who came and went in a hurry.

Liang Xiao closed the door, opened it, and looked at the housekeeper guarding the living room.

The housekeeper bit the bullet: "One more hour..."

Liang Xiao couldn't help the conspiracy theory: "Mr. Huo is not really developing memory bread, is he?"

The butler couldn't understand: "What?"

"It's in Doraemon." Liang Xiao gave him a science introduction, "Print the words on the bread, and you can remember it after eating."

Liang Xiao coughed, his ears turned red: "Actually, there's no need... I quite like reciting lines with Mr. Huo."

After all, without Mr. Huo's high-handed rule, it would take him two or three hours to memorize a page of lines by himself, and occasionally he couldn't help but put down the script to play with his mobile phone.

Liang Xiao just doesn't like copying books, but maybe one day, Huo Lan will hold his hand to help him copy because he is worried that he will get tired of copying.

He was sitting on the bed, Huo Lan wanted to hold his hand, of course it was not convenient to be under the bed.

Liang Xiao supported the door, his thoughts diverged a little.

Just memorizing the script is undoubtedly too boring. He is required to maintain physical strength and exercise, and he can also move around while reciting.

Huo Lan held his hand to copy the script, he probably couldn't hold his hand, and the handwriting was bound to fail.With Mr. Huo's character of striving for perfection, it is inevitable that they will copy again.

There is only one copy of the script, and if both of them can see it, there must be some overlap in the two-dimensional perspective...

The butler still stopped at what Doraemon was, and watched Liang Xiao change color on the spot, and was stunned: "Mr. Liang---"

Liang Xiao came back to his senses, and severely introspected: "I'll go back and recite for another hour."

The butler heaved a sigh of relief, nodded quickly, and sent him back to sleep on his side.

……

after an hour.

Liang Xiao opened the door and looked at the living room without Mr. Huo's working atmosphere, a row of chefs and assistants.

Butler: "...Mr. Liang."

Liang Xiao: "I've memorized it."

housekeeper:"……"

Liang Xiao put away the script and sighed: "You give me the bottom line, I will prepare my emotions in advance according to the surprise I want to receive."

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Liang Xiao had finished copying the script, so he really had nothing to do. He had even read "Food Encyclopedia That Can Be Done Without a Kitchen" twice, and fully imagined the feasibility and operation process of each dish.

If Mr. Huo needs another hour, Liang Xiao is ready to order something from the assistant team and try to cook two dishes.

The housekeeper was in a dilemma for a long time, then bit his bullet: "You...follow me."

The butler signaled everyone to work as usual, and led Liang Xiao through the living room and into a secret door.

Liang Xiao lived for so many days, but he didn't know that there was a road here, so he was curious: "What is this for?"

"It's for waiters and cleaning, it won't disturb the guests." The housekeeper explained to him in a low voice, "After entering, try not to make any noise..."

Liang Xiao closed his mouth and nodded.

The butler led him to a secret door, opened it lightly, revealing a crack, and moved aside.

Liang Xiao took a closer look.

……

Liang Xiao's eyes widened.

Unlike the imagined picture, the master bedroom is actually not that chaotic.

Even the documents were tidied up on the table, which was extremely neat and empty, and there was a cake blank that hadn't been cut into a suitable shape.

The two chefs were concentrating on the table, and one of them had a solemn expression on one side, and urgently sounded reminders from time to time.

Mr. Huo held the table knife, with his back facing the door and his shoulders tensed slightly, trimming the details of the cake and cake.

Separated from the master bedroom by a wall, Liang Xiao didn't dare to make a sound, and quietly mouth-shaped to the housekeeper: "Mr. Huo, this cake... is it a bit big?"

The housekeeper came over to take a look, and sighed: "When it was sent in, it was twice as big as it is now."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao: "Will I end up with a three-inch cake?"

Liang Xiao looked at the direction where Mr. Huo was slashing the knife, and thought about it carefully: "Maybe it has completely turned into pieces of a cake, and only from the soft and sweet taste can we get a glimpse of its true identity..."

"..." The housekeeper had a headache for a while: "Should—"

The housekeeper leaned forward and looked in, not sure yet, and with tears in his eyes: "It should be... If so, would you still eat it?"

Liang Xiao didn't care, nodded, and squatted in the corner with him in a low voice: "Why is Mr. Huo suddenly making cakes?"

The housekeeper stopped talking and looked at him.

Liang Xiao was at a loss.

The butler had already heard from his agent, but now that he was completely unconscious and helpless, he smiled and said, "Come with me."

The housekeeper led Liang Xiao out of the secret door, returned to the living room, and told him in detail from the beginning: "When you joined the group, you filled in your birthday in the information. At that time, your contract hadn't come yet... President Huo originally planned, I want to give you the contract as a birthday present"

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment: "I have already received it."

"Yes." The housekeeper explained patiently, "Because it was delivered in advance, it doesn't count, and it has to be delivered again."

Liang Xiao didn't expect that celebrating a birthday would be so troublesome, he opened his mouth and couldn't help admitting the truth: "Actually—"

Butler: "What?"

Liang Xiao was actually not celebrating his birthday, and when the words came to his lips, he looked at the closed door of the master bedroom, and remembered the look he had just seen through the crack of the door.

Having been wrestling with the cake for three hours, their boss Huo actually doesn't look cold and majestic at all.

The cuffs of the shirt were rolled up, and there was some cake foam on his body. Even though he was holding a knife in his hand, he couldn't see the usual decisiveness of the president at all.

Liang Xiao thought for a while, and couldn't help laughing first: "Actually, I really like making cakes."

The housekeeper was ready to persuade Mr. Liang to celebrate his birthday, he was startled when he heard this, and looked at him in astonishment.

"I have had a dream since I was a child." Liang Xiao used this sentence very familiarly, and he opened his mouth, "Every time I pass by outside the cake shop, I will watch the baker make cakes, and my dream is..."

The butler listened in a daze, and couldn't help having an idea: "Mr. Liang."

Liang Xiao: "Huh?"

"Did you—" the butler paused, hesitantly probing, "you still had many dreams when you were young?"

For example, want to be a medical worker.

Mr. Huo mentioned at the beginning that the investment in Feiyang Pharmaceutical was for that Jiangnan Ono, but the housekeeper was very vigilant for a while and blocked all the medical talents in the mobile phone.

According to the housekeeper's understanding of Mr. Huo, Huo Lan usually doesn't force others to make things difficult for him, but when it comes to serious matters, his principles will become extraordinarily strong.

Just like Mr. Huo now supervises Mr. Liang to copy the script, because if Mr. Liang doesn't copy, the lines are almost impossible to memorize.

Back then, Huo Lan forced Xiao Liang Xiao to study, probably because Xiao Liang Xiao so swears to fool the young Huo Lan, saying that he had a dream since he was a child, that he wanted to be a great medical worker.

"Yes." Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and thought carefully: "If it is mainly stratified by age, I want to be a scientist, teacher, doctor, chef, Internet cafe network administrator, bus conductor..."

The butler was shocked when he heard it: "Then you have come to be an actor...it's really not easy."

Liang Xiao smiled: "It's okay, this ideal is not my original creation."

The housekeeper was startled: "Why not?"

According to the speed at which the manager and the butler shared resources, Liang Xiao estimated that the butler probably knew that he had a friend in Jiangnan, so he didn't shy away from it: "When I was in Jiangnan, I chatted with my friend... I asked him what he wanted to do."

The butler's chest jumped, and he asked: "He said—"

Liang Xiao: "He said he didn't know."

The butler paused, calmed down, and smiled wryly: "Yes."

"I really didn't want to study at the time, so I insisted on chatting with him." Liang Xiao thought for a while, "Later, he probably annoyed me."

The butler was silent for a while, and guessed in a low voice: "Did you see that...he is in a bad mood and wants to distract himself by talking with him?"

Liang Xiao was caught off guard by someone pointing him out, and was taken aback for a moment: "Is it so obvious?"

The housekeeper made up his mind, and when he was ready to find an opportunity, he would talk to Mr. Duan first, and he must infiltrate Mr. Liang to clarify the truth as soon as possible: "Go ahead."

Liang Xiao thought about it for a while: "Actually, it's nothing... He should have elders in his family who are in this industry, and he told me that actors can experience countless kinds of lives on stage, they are very free and will shine."

The housekeeper responded softly, "So you want to be an actor?"

Liang Xiao smiled: "I don't think he is suitable for this... anyway, I didn't know how to live at that time."

At that time, it was not easy for him to get a foothold, and he would take any job as long as he could earn money.

In the middle of the exhausted night, Xiao Liang filled his stomach with water, lay down on a bench by the street, wrapped in a thick coat, and stared at the stars with his arms on his pillow.

Burning paper notes didn't work, and I didn't forget what should be forgotten.When Xiao Liangxiao opened his eyes, it was the stars sprinkled in the moonless night sky, and when he closed his eyes, it was the tiny stars in the eyes of the boy.

"I guess he has such a temper, even if he grows up, he probably won't be free."

Liang Xiao's ears were a little red, and he smiled: "I think...then I'll be kind and shine freely for him."

The butler looked at him and said nothing.

Liang Xiao suddenly came back to his senses, and whispered to the housekeeper: "Don't tell Mr. Huo that Mr. Huo is easy to get jealous."

The housekeeper was determined to talk to Mr. Huo tonight, holding the recording pen he was working on, and nodded: "Okay."

Liang Xiao talked too far, remembering his original plan, he went back to the housekeeper: "I have wanted to be a baker since I was a child."

"..." The butler silently turned off the recorder: "So—"

Liang Xiao made a decisive decision, straightened his clothes and stood up: "So... I can't help but want to participate in Mr. Huo's work."

The housekeeper was stunned, subconsciously trying to stop him, Liang Xiao had already walked through the living room vigorously, and opened the door of the master bedroom.

When the agent hurried over upon hearing the news, Mr. Liang had already been in the master bedroom for half an hour.

"What's the situation now?"

Duan Ming was very worried: "Is it frozen? Where did it melt, did it reach the legs—"

"No." The housekeeper hurriedly comforted him, "Mr. Liang is fine."

Duan Ming heaved a sigh of relief, and put down the boiled water bottle he carried over.

Although when Mr. Liang opened the door, a few small snowflakes did float out of the door, but according to the two chefs who went out afterwards, Mr. Huo's pheromone was mainly for cooling the newly baked cake.

The butler was only worried that one person would waste the cake and there would be two people, so he handed Duan Ming a bag of packed cake crumbs: "Everyone try to eat..."

Duan Ming: "..."

The assistant is happy when there is a cake to eat, and doesn't pay much attention to the shape, so he tasted a piece excitedly: "It's delicious!"

The housekeeper heaved a sigh of relief, nodded with a warm smile, "The taste is still okay."

After all, Mr. Huo has completely mastered the composition ratio and baking know-how of the cake through the five-page thesis.

It's just that the practical operation of "cutting the cake into perfect circles" cannot be solved completely by knowledge.

Mr. Huo is strict and strives for perfection. He has been working on it for three hours.

The butler whispered to his manager, "Is Mr. Liang good at drawing circles?"

Duan Ming thought for a while: "Generally, even if he spreads pancakes, they won't be round."

The housekeeper became more and more worried, and sighed while pressing his forehead, and was about to ask the staff to prepare some egg, milk and low-gluten flour.

"But he's probably fine for the next steps."

Duan Ming added: "Liang Xiao has done decoration, and he is very proficient in scraping white, and the cream should be the same."

The housekeeper felt a little comforted, and thought about it carefully: "After pouring the chocolate, Mr. Huo can also use pheromones to make the chocolate solidify and shape as soon as possible."

Duan Ming nodded: "Liang Xiao can help him put the fruit and mount the flowers."

The sky was already dark, and the two of them had a very rigorous discussion for a long time, wearing stars and wearing moons. They vaguely saw some hope that they could finish the cake before the plane took off tomorrow morning, and looked inside through the secret door lightly.

……

Duan Ming rubbed his eyes inexplicably, looked back at the butler, and let the door open.

The butler was stunned, and leaned over to take a look.

The situation in the bedroom is far from serious.

Liang Xiao personally cut a cake blank into a 28-hedron, and it stood crookedly on the table, with quick eyes and quick hands spreading cream on it.

Huo Lan helped him pass the tools, made chocolate with one hand, and occasionally reached out to support the crumbling cake.

After all, the master bedroom is not a kitchen, so it can't be used. The cooperation between the two is somewhat chaotic.Mr. Liang rubbed some cream on his face, he didn't care about the management, and he was still directing Huo Lan to mount the flowers with confidence.

Mr. Huo had never tried this kind of delicate manual operation, he hesitated for a while, and wanted to speak, but was dragged to the table involuntarily.

The butler had never seen Mr. Huo so careless before. He rubbed his eyes hard and looked inside carefully.

Huo Lan had always lacked artistic talent, so he worked extremely hard with the piping bag. He tried his best for a long while, and frowned at the lump of cream of unknown shape.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Liang Xiao took Huo Lan's hand and poured a spoonful of chocolate syrup on it: "Quick, it's going to snow—"

Huo Lan: "..."

The dripping chocolate solidified quickly at low temperature, and small snowflakes floated down and swirled on the cake.

Liang Xiao sincerely sighed: "Perfect."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, looked at the horrible cake, and clenched his fists: "I—"

"Impressionism." Liang Xiao turned the cake around, "Stream of consciousness, can you see it from another angle?"

Huo Lan changed the angle and nodded hesitantly: "I see... some."

Liang Xiao was quite satisfied, and nodded: "It looks good."

Huo Lan believed him instinctively, followed by concentrating on tasting for a while, then lowered his head and said softly, "Do you like it?"

"I like it, I will make it every year in the future." Liang Xiao nodded, "I have made the most successful cake."

Duan Ming squatted by the crack of the door, and couldn't help complaining silently: "He just made such a cake..."

The butler saw the important point, quickly gestured to him, and covered the manager's mouth.

Liang Xiao took out his mobile phone and concentrated on taking pictures of the cake from a different angle, and couldn't help but tell Huo Lan to stand in front of the cake and take a selfie as the main creator.

The bedroom was warmly lit, Mr. Liang was busy tossing around under the light, and wanted to find someone to turn the cake as a memory, but Huo Lan gently embraced him, bowed his head and kissed the cream on his face.

Mr. Liang couldn't walk anymore, and hit Mr. Huo's shoulder with his left foot and right foot.

Huo Lan stretched out his arms to firmly circle him, and embraced him in his arms.

Liang Xiao was still thinking about the cake, so he supported it tremblingly, and moved it to the center of the table.

Huo Lan took his hand, supported it together, and cut a small piece.

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Did you eat it?!"

Liang Xiao couldn't help feeling distressed, and his subordinates were not slow at all, and quickly went to grab the plastic knife and plastic plate, ready to grab the second piece.

Huo Lan handed him his own.

Suddenly there was an extra piece of cake in front of him, Liang Xiao was stunned, and met Huo Lan's gaze.

Liang Xiao hesitated for a while, then lowered his head and took a bite.

Fearing that he would go back on his word, Liang Xiao took a bite full of weight, his cheeks puffed up and he raised his head: "It's really delicious, try it—"

Liang Xiao stopped talking, met Huo Lan's eyes, and raised his hand to stroke his head.

Huo Lan's eyes were quiet, she lowered her head to let him rub her hair, tried to raise the corners of her mouth, and smiled at him little by little.

Liang Xiao's heart beat a little too fast, and he insisted on finishing, "...Taste it, it's delicious."

Huo Lan nodded, folded his arms, lowered his head and kissed Liang Xiao.

The light was warm and warm, Huo Lan closed his eyes and kissed him gently, the youthful spirit on his body almost passed through the time, clearly showing traces under the light.

The young Huo Lan held tightly the little liar who had thrown himself into the trap, and the two of them made up for each other's cake that was several years late.

The butler's eyes burned, he closed the door tightly, and dragged the manager back to the living room.