President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Sugar is too sweet.

Liang Xiao hurriedly closed his eyes in pain, and let out a muffled snort.

"Don't... I have a cold."

Liang Xiao slowed down for a while, regained consciousness from the boundary between dream and reality, and avoided it: "The production director said it was the flu, which is easy to spread—"

Huo Lan embraced his sweaty back, kissed Liang Xiao on the lips, and hugged him whole.

Huo Lan hugged him and went straight to sleep on his side.

Liang Xiao was speechless, closed his eyes tightly, and suppressed the dizziness that came up after he realized it.

"I'm here." Huo Lan kissed him lightly, "I won't leave."

Liang Xiao tried hard to pick the corner of his mouth: "I know."

Huo Lan looked at him holding his slightly trembling hands in his clothes, without saying a word, wrapping Liang Xiao's white knuckles with his palms.

He couldn't calm down in the side sleeper, so he went downstairs, wanting to wait for Mr. Liang to go back to work together.

Liang Xiao was already in a deep sleep when he came back. The manager originally wanted to shake Liang Xiao up, but Huo Lan didn't disturb anyone and carried Liang Xiao back to the room.

There was nothing unusual at first, but within half an hour of sleeping, Liang Xiao started having nightmares.

Without saying a word, he clenched his teeth tightly.

He didn't say anything, just curled up desperately, silently closing his eyes and weeping.

Huo Lan couldn't wake him up, so he urgently went to the doctor for an examination, and confirmed that it was just a cold and he was under a lot of stress recently, but he still couldn't rest assured no matter what, and stayed by the bed until midnight.

He stayed there until Liang Xiao was infused with the liquid, and his body felt more or less comfortable. The nightmare seemed to have almost subsided, and he gradually slept peacefully.

Huo Lan couldn't sit still, and asked from the manager that Mr. Liang wanted to eat a piece of candy.

"sorry."

Huo Lan stroked his back over and over again, softly: "It won't happen in the future."

Liang Xiao was wrapped in the warmth of his body, and he recovered a lot, with a pale face and tugging at the corners of his mouth: "Blame me, I was surprised."

Huo Lan was going to buy candy for him. It would be interesting to hide this kind of thing before going, but if you don't hide it from now on, there will be no surprises to speak of.

The next time Huo Lan goes out again, he can still lie in ambush at the door, and take advantage of the opening of the door to jump up and wrap around Mr. Huo, giving Huo Lan a surprise plus from the sky.

Liang Xiao cherished this opportunity quite a bit, sucking his nose and making his ears turn red, he muttered in a low voice: "Really, you must never tell me in advance—"

Huo Lan said softly, "I will take you with me."

Liang Xiao opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time, overwhelmed by the temptation of this condition: "..."

Liang Xiao coughed, and quickly regretted: "...you must tell me in advance."

Huo Lan stared at him for a while, confirmed that Liang Xiao's complexion was much better than before, and the corners of his lips pursed.

Huo Lan hugged him, let Liang Xiao relax and lean against him, and nodded.

Liang Xiao rubbed against his neck, a little embarrassed: "Are you scared? I'm fine... I just have a cold."

Liang Xiao didn't eat anything at night, and now he's recovering, he also felt a little hungry, so he rummaged in Huo Lan's pocket: "I'm not used to taking cold medicine, and every time I take it, I fall into a deep sleep. It's a nightmare, but it's actually okay..."

Huo Lan said softly, "What dream?"

Liang Xiao was stunned for a while, then lowered his head and smiled, but didn't speak.

Huo Lan didn't pursue him, but looked down at Liang Xiao for a while, and said softly, "Wait for me."

Liang Xiao guessed that he was going to get something, so he raised his hand: "I want to eat instant noodles."

Huo Lan was slightly startled: "What?"

"I just want to eat instant noodles."

Liang Xiao's ears were a little hot, and he had the cheek to tell him hypocritically: "You don't need to cook it. For the braised beef, you don't need to cover it to soak it. It won't taste good if it is covered."

Huo Lan listened quietly, and wrote down one by one: "Okay."

Liang Xiao was proud of his favor: "I also want to put a ham sausage."

Huo Lan pursed the corner of his lower lip: "Okay."

Liang Xiao has almost lost people tonight, and this is not bad, the artist is bold: "I still want to kiss."

Huo Lan was about to respond, but paused when he heard the words, his arms were still around him, and his eyes fell on him.

"No sugar."

The candy was bought by Huo Lan all the way, Liang Xiao was very distressed, and was unwilling to waste it like this: "Just, just give me a kiss."

Liang Xiao thought very carefully: "If I don't open my mouth, it shouldn't be contagious..."

Huo Lan didn't let him finish speaking, put his arms around his shoulders, lowered his head and kissed Liang Xiao.

Liang Xiao was afraid that he would catch a cold together, so when he sensed Huo Lan's intentions, he moved unconsciously and moved to the side to avoid it.

As soon as he hid, he was firmly surrounded by Huo Lan.

Huo Lan's breath was also a little unsteady, and she pressed against his forehead, her voice was slightly hoarse: "I want to kiss you."

Liang Xiao couldn't stand this, he was so excited by their boss Huo's subwoofer, he opened his mouth subconsciously, and was kissed in by Huo Lang.

Liang Xiaoteng was familiar with it, but he didn't dare to pant, he changed cards in small mouthfuls, and warmly grabbed Huo Lan's clothes.

Huo Lang held his hands together, closed his eyes and kissed him deeply with all his heart, suddenly he found some sweetness in Liang Xiao's mouth, and couldn't help being slightly startled.

Liang Xiao became nervous and swallowed with a thud.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Huo Lan backed away a little, looked at Liang Xiao, calmed down his breath, and figured out what was going on.

Huo Lan's chest hurts: "Why haven't you finished eating yet?"

"Containing..." Liang Xiao searched and searched for all the candies and was caught, feeling embarrassed, blushing, "It melts very slowly."

There is only half a piece left, let alone 10 minutes.

Feeling sorry, Liang Xiao took another piece out of Huo Lan's pocket and hid it under the pillow without a trace.

Huo Lan could see clearly with his lowered eyes, without saying anything, he wiped off the perspiration on his forehead, and kissed the corner of his forehead: "I'll be back soon."

Mr. Huo did what he said, and within 10 minutes of leaving, he had already returned to the room with the instant noodles ordered by Mr. Liang.

Liang Xiao hadn't eaten this kind of instant food that was said to be non-nutritious for a while, and the smell made him greedy, so he sat up neatly.

"It's not ready yet." Huo Lan put it aside, took his hand and brought him over, took the medicine box, "Take it later."

Liang Xiao's hand was tossed until it was miserable. There was a line of blood on the back of his hand because the needle was pulled out hastily, and there was an almost shocking bloodstain on his wrist from the bite.

Liang Xiao looked down and was taken aback: "Is it so miserable..."

Huo Lan raised his eyes to look at him, unwilling to say anything about him, calmed down: "Don't do this in the future."

Liang Xiao himself couldn't bear to look at it, so he nodded his head and squinted his eyes.

"It's too uncomfortable...you can bite me."

Huo Lan treated the injury on the back of his hand for him, confirmed that his wrist was not bitten, and covered it carefully with his palm: "I don't need to use force."

Liang Xiao could roughly understand the meaning of this sentence in their muscular mouth, which means "make you bite", but still vaguely felt that the whole sentence sounded wrong, so he nodded in a daze: "Okay..."

Huo Lan didn't want to involve his mind, so he didn't want to mention it any more, took the small square table to help him set it up, and brought over the soaked noodles.

Satisfied with the soup above, Liang Xiao poked a piece of ham sausage and happily stuffed it into his mouth: "By the way...Mr. Huo, what were you going to get?"

When Huo Lan was asked about it, his shoulders tensed slightly, and he made up his mind in silence for a while, and took out a half-old notebook and handed it over.

Liang Xiao froze for a moment: "What is it?"

Huo Lan tightened his grip on the notebook, handed it to him, and withdrew his hand: "Read it when you have time."

He didn't know what Liang Xiao had dreamed about, but he could still intuitively guess that those dreams were undoubtedly related to the past events in Jiangnan.

They didn't stay together for a long time, but during those years, he might not be the only one who supported them.

He was by no means the only one who was staggering forward supported by the past, and was pained by worries and obsessions.

Liang Xiao vaguely sensed the seriousness, took it with both hands solemnly, touched it: "Diary?"

Huo Lan closed his eyes: "Yes."

This time when he returned to the imperial capital, Huo Lan brought back more than one diary, except for the one that was locked up and needed to be destroyed, this diary remembered all the contents when he was in Jiangnan.

"After reading it..."

Huo Lan didn't look at him, and said in a low voice, "If you want to ask anything, you can come to me."

Liang Xiao nodded subconsciously: "Okay."

Huo Lan lightly clenched his fists, and changed his words after a moment of silence: "You all come to me."

These days, he has never dared to speak out, not just because Mr. Liang always pounces on him and seals his mouth tightly every time he wants to tell the truth.

Huo Lan was not sure, nor did he know how Liang Xiao would react when he knew this.

Just like Liang Xiao was not sure whether he would doubt him at the beginning, Huo Lan was also not sure what Liang Xiao would do after matching him with his old acquaintance in Jiangnan.

He did try his best to find Liang Xiao at the beginning... But just like Liang Xiao said, things are tricky.

By mistake, he misheard his nickname.

The drug factory got the wrong name.

Huo Lang couldn't help being a little annoyed, he closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress his thoughts, and put his mind to it.

After the two separated, it could only be more difficult for Liang Xiao to come over these years.

So even if he could no longer be sure of Liang Xiao's reaction after he learned the truth, he had no right to explain it clearly to Liang Xiao just to maintain the peace in front of him.

……

Their President Huo's attitude was too serious, Liang Xiao took the diary, but didn't dare to open it immediately, and carefully hid it under the pillow.

Huo Lan didn't rush him, took the unfinished work and sat on the bedside.

Liang Xiao still had to recite his lines, touched the script, wrapped himself in a quilt and moved closer and closer, and squeezed head-to-head with President Huo.

He couldn't sleep well at night, and the next morning, Liang Xiao woke up on time and felt a little heavy in his head.

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't take pictures."

Duan Ming accompanied him to the set, frowned and looked at his expression: "It's not that Director Jin forbids you to ask for leave."

"If you want to ask, you need to advance a few days..." Liang Xiao coughed twice, propped his forehead and smiled, "It's okay, it's not serious."

The daily shooting progress of the crew is arranged, and they will make two or even three days of preparation in advance.The props and scenery can still wait, and the group performers and related staff are paid on a daily basis. If there is an unexpected shutdown for a day, there will be a lot of planned expenses that will be squandered.

Even though the production team has a fault-tolerant fund reserve and can cooperate as much as possible, Liang Xiao still doesn't want to disrupt the plan.

Liang Xiao pressed his forehead, took a gel pack to apply, and couldn't help taking out the diary to look at it twice.

Duan Ming had already been shown off by him all morning, so he roughly knew what happened before, so he glanced at it: "Where did you see it?"

Liang Xiao was quite content: "The cover."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming put down the schedule in his hand, went over and stuffed a thermometer into his mouth.

Liang Xiao coughed, a little embarrassed, and explained: "One page is one page less."

With a thermometer in his mouth, Liang Xiao muttered about his plan: "There are 270 pages in total. If you read one page in three days, you can read it for [-] days."

Duan Ming is used to his habit of hoarding everything, and he still can't help complaining: "Once upon a time there was a squirrel who didn't want to eat the seeds he picked up. He was afraid that others would find out, so he dug holes and buried them in the ground..."

The assistant heard the story a dozen times, looked up from the mobile game, and answered happily: "Later, it was hungry and cried in a small garden."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao followed the two people who were single until now and couldn't explain clearly. Holding the diary, he took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

The crew's scenes these days are not heavy, most of them have to be filmed and there are no close-up transitions. The physical requirements are not high, so the filming is not too difficult.

Liang Xiao just happened to catch up with the scene where the young master fell ill in the ruined temple. He coughed half-truths and half-fakes for a day, and was almost speechless when he finished.

"It's been hard work." The assistant director who was in charge of arranging the schedule greeted him on the sidelines, and gave Liang Xiao throat syrup, "The last scene, it's over after coughing...you take a rest."

Liang Xiao didn't think much about it at first, but when he looked at the medicine prepared in advance, he vaguely felt that something was wrong: "Has Director Jin chatted with Director Song Qi these days?"

The assistant director was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Director Song is planning to film an award-winning film at the end of the year, and he will be seconded by Director Jin for photography and art."

The assistant director told the truth: "Mr. Chen has a tight schedule, and may not have time, and is still negotiating..."

Liang Xiao rubbed his forehead, took a few gulps of the cough syrup, and rinsed his mouth with a bottle of water.

People make the best use of their talents.

I don't know anything else. The idea of ​​letting him cough for a day when he has a cold is undoubtedly something that Director Song, who made Jiang Pingchao cry for a whole week, could come up with.

"It's okay." Liang Xiao cleared his throat, feeling much better, and took the blood bag from the props, "Do you have any requirements for the next scene?"

The assistant director was stunned: "What request?"

Liang Xiao was not sure how far Jin Dao had become Songhua: "For example, when I vomit blood, how many seconds does it start, from which corner of the mouth, what shape does the blood splash into..."

The assistant director listened in awe: "No, no, it's enough to show that your mind is turbulent."

This scene is when Yunlang was trapped in the ruined temple due to illness when he was fleeing, and when the capital suddenly came under martial law, there was no sound of bells and drums until early in the morning, when the bells of the temples and palaces in the city suddenly rang for a long time.

The bells continued to sound, the late emperor passed away, the golden drum was spread across the border, and the smoke of the wolf seemed to be rising again.

Yun Lang was already so sick that he was dying, he choked up blood forcefully in the ruined temple, got up, and exchanged the last piece of personal jade pendant for secondary medicine.

Without a pot to torment, he chewed it up and swallowed it hard, and walked back to the capital step by step.

"The first emperor is the only person in this world who still cares about him."

The assistant director listened to the screenwriter's explanation and conveyed it to him: "The crimes committed by their family are real, and they cannot be forgiven easily. If the late Emperor hadn't sent people to secretly protect him these years, he would not have been able to escape so smoothly."

Assistant director: "In the edict of the first emperor, it was specifically stated that the world should be amnesty."

Liang Xiao nodded: "He would have been acquitted originally."

"But the new emperor who ascended the throne wanted to eradicate the grass and roots, and he was excluded from the amnesty."

The assistant director nodded: "The late emperor is gone, he is the only one left in this world."

In the original script, he was not alone to this extent. Yun Lang didn't know that the little emperor's grandson who was hit by a chestnut he threw casually back then also went crazy in Beijing and played all his cards regardless of the consequences.

The two finally rubbed shoulders regretfully, the little emperor and grandson gathered up troops to stockpile food, and rushed to the frontier day and night with the horse blackmailed by Yunlang at the beginning.

However, after discussing with Director Jin, the screenwriter cut off the other branches, leaving only the father and son who were surrounded by the change of court.

Liang Xiao knew it in his heart, nodded: "Understood."

The assistant director was relieved, arranged for someone to take him out of the mirror to fix the light, and was busy arranging the camera position again.

This scene has been walked several times, from the evening until the sky is completely dark.

Director Jin did not pursue the shape of vomiting blood, but asked Liang Xiao to express the complex and internalized emotions in the character's heart. In addition, different light effects have different effects on the light and shadow effects of the lens. After repeated trials, he finally found the optimal state.

This kind of forbearable outburst scene is also exhausting, Liang Xiao heard the shout of "cut" from behind the camera, closed his eyes and rested for a while, gathered enough strength to stand up, and went to look at it.

"It's ok, with perseverance and responsibility, and the state of not wanting to eat the medicine is also very suitable."

Director Jin looked at the monitor, nodded and praised him: "Not bad."

Liang Xiao really finds it unpalatable. There are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy tastes in his mouth, but his tongue is still numb now: "...Thank you."

Director Jin waved his hand: "Tonight's show, rest tomorrow morning, let's go back."

Liang Xiao took the wet towel and wiped the dripping blood from the corners of his lips and palms.

The last scene was exhausting, and it had to find out the feelings of the characters. Seeing that there were no big moves, it was actually not easy to shoot.

Liang Xiao pressed his forehead and was about to remove his make-up after the end of the game. He had just passed halfway from the sidelines when he was stopped by the especially many eyes cast on him today.

It was not the first time that Liang Xiao was in a scene covered in blood, so he couldn't help being curious, and looked down at his clothes: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, we're eating melons."

The producer was happy, and had the same gossip with him: "I don't know where the gossip account came from. The rumors are so frenzied and boundless."

The producer handed him the phone: "Didn't the Internet discuss your background these two days? Today, another statement came out, and you bought a hot search... I don't know what to think about it."

"It's probably inspired by Brother Liang's last play."

A young actor next to him was very serious: "Suspected of colluding with a fraud gang, defrauding innocent students, swindling money and swindling things by stealth... Those who didn't know thought it was a biography of Yun Lian's character."

A group of people knew "New Year's Eve" and couldn't hold back their laughter.

Liang Xiao took the phone and looked at it.

"Okay, all restrained."

The production director came over to maintain discipline. Seeing Liang Xiao's seriousness, he couldn't help laughing: "It's really outrageous... It seems that he took some kind of note as evidence."

"Don't take it seriously, just refute the rumors of this kind of joke studio."

The production director has seen this kind of farce a lot, and relieved him: "What kind of evidence is a note? Next time I write a note, saying that I borrowed 1000 million from Director Jin. If he doesn't pay back the money, is he acting like a beast?"

No one in the circle doesn't bother with these things, and it's easiest to find a common language filled with righteous indignation, try to restrain myself from laughing for a long time, and then blatantly damage the marketing account.

Duan Ming hurried over, seeing Liang Xiao surrounded by a group of people talking and laughing, his heart sank for the most part.

Duan Ming quickly grabbed Liang Xiao, and said hello to the production director: "The studio has something to do with Liang Xiao..."

The production director was very cooperative and nodded: "Go quickly."

Duan Ming glanced at Liang Xiao, took the phone back and returned it to the producer, and dragged him out of the crowd.

"Don't worry...it's not a big deal, it's not difficult to clean up."

Duan Ming found a lounge, asked Liang Xiao to sit down, and comforted him in a low voice: "Although I don't know why they can't hold their breath anymore, this is good for us."

It's not that they didn't expect this, but they all thought that even if the opponent mastered this move, they would bury it at the end and wait for the most powerful effect to explode in one fell swoop.

I didn't expect to lift the stall so early.

Now that it is revealed, there is too much room for manipulation, not to mention that "New Year's Eve" has just started, and there are many people who think this way in the crew.Although it was on the hot search, most of them satirized watching the show, and not many people were really convinced by the so-called evidence.

Because of this, Xingguan did not activate the emergency treatment.

"Maybe it was driven by something." Duan Ming whispered, "The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry...it doesn't matter. We are still acting like a thunder here. If you ask them to poke them so recklessly, they will be a squib at most."

Duan Ming looked at his face, and shook his hands twice in front of his eyes: "Are you all right?"

Liang Xiao came back to his senses and smiled: "Yes."

The calmer he is, the more he cherishes his words like gold, the more worried Duan Ming is: "What's the matter... What are they really holding on to?"

Liang Xiao thought for a while: "The note——"

Liang Xiao was not sure: "What is written on the note?"

"I'm not too sure. It hasn't been released yet, so it should be reserved."

Duan Ming: "There is a channel on Xingguan's side, and I have roughly explored it... It seems that it is reserved for their bodyguards."

This kind of thing can be solved by dispelling rumors. Duan Ming didn't listen carefully, but tried his best to recall: "It seems that you think that the things you bought were not good enough, so you trained them and told them to return and buy again..."

Liang Xiao nodded.

Duan Ming was stunned for two seconds. Looking at his face, his heart sank: "Did you really write it? Was it when you were with that person from Jiangnan?"

"You wrote this... to help him beat their bodyguards?"

Duan Ming vaguely guessed what was going on, and frowned: "Do you still have contact with that person? Do you know who he is?"

Liang Xiao: "It's not what he said."

Duan Ming felt uneasy, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry."

"I am not in a hurry."

Liang Xiao shook his head: "I... haven't contacted him yet."

Liang Xiao tried his best to pick the corners of his mouth, and smiled: "Mr. Huo said that he is not angry with me, and he wants to see me for almost a few days."

Duan Ming opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Does he know that you wrote the note?"

"I don't know." Liang Xiao said, "I think...he doesn't know."

Liang Xiao wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start, so he opened his mouth, and fell down on the table without holding back his cough.

Duan Ming was so frightened that he patted his back carefully: "It's impossible that he betrayed you, maybe the note fell into someone else's hands. Aren't you a bodyguard for their family? Maybe he doesn't have a good relationship with their family ..."

The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more reasonable he became: "If you have a good relationship, how could you give him a shoddy one? It must be like Mr. Huo's family. The children of the main family are suffering in the separation of the family, and they are tossed secretly by the separation."

Liang Xiao nodded: "I know."

Duan Ming was scared crazy by him, vaguely felt that he didn't listen to a word he said, he held Liang Xiao's head to let him look at him, and shrank his hands from the heat: "Why is it so hot?"

Liang Xiao was startled, and tested the temperature himself: "It's okay."

"Don't come here." Duan Ming didn't believe him, "Boss Huo will come to pick you up in a while, please tell me what you are most worried about, and we will help you deal with it right away."

The matter itself is not difficult to deal with at all, no matter if it is a dog jumping over the wall or other reasons, since the opponent throws out the hole card in advance, Xingguan can settle it without much effort.

Duan Ming tried his best to meet Liang Xiao's gaze, and told him to concentrate: "It's okay, with Mr. Huo here, we can handle everything."

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, but was unable to make a sound.

The line of sight was actually not very clear, Liang Xiao blinked a few times, endured the headache, and whispered: "It's not him."

"Probably not." Duan Ming nodded: "He probably doesn't even know."

Duan Ming was so pissed off by his bad relationship in Jiangnan, he couldn't help it: "If it's really him, I will definitely support Mr. Huo to freeze him and throw him into the sea..."

Liang Xiao shook his head: "It's not him."

Duan Ming didn't dare to say anything, just nodded along with him: "Yes, it's definitely not him."

Liang Xiao exerted his strength a few times to stand up while supporting the edge of the table.

Duan Ming hastily helped him stabilize: "What are you going to do?"

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Remove makeup."

"No hurry..." Duan Ming was afraid that something would happen if he took off his makeup in this state, so he didn't dare to let Liang Xiao go, and held him tightly, "You've been thinking about him all these years, that's why you survived, didn't you?"

Liang Xiao shuddered lightly, closed his eyes a few times, and whispered: "It's not him..."

Liang Xiao couldn't stand still, and bent down.

"Yes, I know it's not him."

Duan Ming carefully supported him to sit back: "Don't think about him, you think about Mr. Huo, think about Mr. Huo."

Liang Xiao pursed his lips lightly, groped a few times, and found a lump of candy in his palm.

When Duan Ming remembered something, he took out the diary and handed it to him: "Look at this, it will be good to see how you feel."

Liang Xiao was reluctant to read it, shook his head, and hugged the diary in his arms.

"Look, what if Mr. Huo is the wild A you picked up in Jiangnan?"

Duan Ming was so anxious that he couldn't help it, so he made up things to coax him: "Look, everything is right. Mr. Huo was targeted by the family, and those bodyguards were not dedicated. You wrote a note for Mr. Huo to teach those bastards a lesson. , the note fell into the hands of the branch, Mr. Huo never knew..."

Liang Xiao was so teased by him that he pursed the corners of his mouth, gave a low "hmm", then regretted it after a while, and shook his head: "No."

Duan Ming was stunned: "What?"

Liang Xiao: "It can't be Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming didn't want to understand: "Why? Mingming—"

Liang Xiao shook his head and was about to speak when he suddenly raised his head and his eyes fell on the door.

Huo Lan frowned tightly, opened the door and came in, took off his clothes to wrap Liang Xiao up, and wrapped him in his arms: "What's going on?"

Duan Ming didn't know what to say, so he hesitated: "Yes - it's his family business..."

Huo Lan looked at the diary that Liang Xiao was holding in his arms, and said softly, "Didn't read it?"

Liang Xiao looked up at him in a daze, then shook his head.

Huo Lan suppressed the churning pain in his chest, hugged her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed the hot forehead lightly: "It's my fault."

Without delay, he carried Liang Xiao in his arms and walked out quickly, got into the car, didn't go back to the hotel, and directly asked the driver to go to the hospital.

Liang Xiao was tightly protected by him, and he was a little dizzy from the fever, leaning against his neck with half-closed eyes.

"He didn't betray you...he didn't know."

Huo Lan held Liang Xiao's hand, gently rubbed his clenched knuckles away, and took out the phone that had been turned off earlier and put it aside.

Huo Lan closed his eyes hard, his voice hoarse: "He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know anything about what you've been through before, what you've been through now, and what you've done for him. days..."

Huo Lan carefully kissed Liang Xiao's eyes, and said in a low voice, "He's sorry for you, so he never dared to tell you."

Liang Xiao couldn't hear clearly, and it was difficult to connect the words into meaning, so he blinked his eyes while resting on Huo Lan's arm, and tried his best to smile at him.

Huo Lang's throat was almost sweet, and his gaze fell into Liang Xiao's eyes: "Liang Xiao."

Liang Xiao froze for a moment, instinctively concentrated his mind and raised his head.

"Here he is, holding you."

Huo Lan closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "How are you going to punish him?"

Liang Xiao opened his eyes slightly, stared at him blankly, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead with difficulty.

"You have a high fever." Huo Lan held his hand, "It's not a hallucination, nor did I hear it wrong."

Huo Lan's chest rose and fell several times: "I thought you would read the diary—"

Liang Xiao called him softly: "Huo Lan."

Huo Lan's chest and shoulders trembled violently, and he stopped talking, his eyes fixed on him.

Liang Xiao held his palm and touched it: "Is it you?"

"Yes." Huo Lan's palm trembled slightly, and he tentatively held back, "It was me you met in Jiangnan, and I have always been—"

Liang Xiao: "How are you doing?"

Huo Lan could hardly breathe, closed his eyes as hard as he could, lowered his head and smiled at him: "Very good."

"I also--"

Liang Xiao grinned: "I'm also doing well."

Huo Lan hasn't left behind any of Liang Xiao's past that was picked up by the marketing account these days, every single thing is stabbed in his chest, shaking his head, and holding his hand.

"Really." Liang Xiao said, "We are all living well."

Liang Xiao: "He's not having a good time."

Huo Lan was stunned, unable to speak.

Liang Xiao: "He worked very hard."

Liang Xiao tried his best to turn over, hugged Huo Lan, and kissed him on the heart: "Don't bully him."

Huo Lan's arms were almost trembling, and he tried his best to hold Liang Xiao steady.

Liang Xiao was worried, and held his hand: "Don't—"

Huo Lan said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Liang Xiao smiled: "Yes."

Liang Xiao didn't speak any more, leaned against Huo Lan's arms and closed his eyes.

Huo Lang took a few breaths, hastily closed his eyes, and tightly bound Liang Xiao to his chest.