President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Through Mr. Liang's diligent desensitization treatment, Mr. Huo's short-term stress reaction was officially cured in less than a day.

The housekeeper was a little stressed, and he sat in the corner with the manager sadly: "I'm old, the times are developing too fast..."

Duan Ming was also frightened twice, with lingering fear in his heart, he pressed his forehead: "I don't blame you."

The lead actor fell ill suddenly, which made Director Jin reflect on whether he was too stressed all night, adjusted the arrangement, and gave Liang Xiao a three-day leave to rest well, and when he resumed work, it would depend on the situation.

The agent came excitedly to convey the crew's announcement, pushed the door open, and was almost scared to death on the spot by his dying artist.

"I'm used to messing around, I'm not doing my job properly..."

Duan Ming got a headache from Liang Xiao's anger every day, so he sighed: "Boss Huo just spoils him."

The butler was also worried at first, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard this sentence. He looked into the room and shook his head: "Mr. Liang is used to Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming was stunned: "Where is he used to it?"

The housekeeper didn't go into details, but smiled and turned back to business: "Is everything going well?"

Duan Ming nodded: "The current momentum is quite good. We have discussed it with the PR department. They will focus on the overall situation first, and there is no rush to deal with it here."

Liang Xiao's material was not released at the right time, it broke out last night, and the crew of "New Year's Eve" released a small theater for the characters solo this morning.

Intentionally or not, it just happened to be an article in which Yun Lian appeared everywhere and was deceived and deceived, defrauding the protagonist group into nothing.

Public opinion and gossip are inextricably linked to character design, and many people have even played tricks in connection with the newly released set of pictures for Xiao Houye this time, but very few people have taken the revelations seriously.

"I also sent him a hot search today..."

Duan Ming is half a headache and half funny: "#为形式商业可以留业而而输得#."

"A group of people made a fuss, saying that they had never seen him so dedicated. They sacrificed themselves for the show, let everyone take their roles, and let the gossip slander themselves... Don't talk about them, I almost believe it."

Duan Ming rubbed his forehead: "Even if Xing Guan stepped forward to clarify and tell the truth, they probably wouldn't believe it, and they would suspect that they were cooperating with the crew to create momentum."

The housekeeper laughed and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, Mr. Huo can rest assured."

"I still have to find an opportunity to infiltrate Mr. Huo and pay him back."

Duan Ming gave the housekeeper a tip in advance: "Long Tao was in a mess, and the two strikes were too close, and the attention of passers-by was in the back. The material that was previously suspected of being rich and alluding to nurturing was suppressed for the time being."

Duan Ming: "When this wave of limelight passes, what should be resolved must be resolved, otherwise it will be a hidden danger sooner or later."

The housekeeper understood: "Solve it early and clean it up early."

Duan Ming nodded: "We can cooperate here. Liang Xiao means to try not to affect Xingguan, and persuade Mr. Huo to try to explain clearly with the contract."

The housekeeper was actually not very confident in persuading Mr. Huo, he hesitated for a while, and nodded: "Okay..."

The two were silent for a while, not very confident anymore, they poked their heads together and looked into the ward.

The doctor's suggestion is to reduce the fever slowly, not take active medication when the temperature is lower than 38.5°C, and gradually enhance the ability of the immune system.

Liang Xiao has been burdened with worries these days, and this time the flu is so fierce that he has lost a lot of his body.The fever-reducing medicine had worn off, and the fever subsided in the early morning, and the fever returned at noon.

Liang Xiao got used to it a long time ago, and he didn't feel any difference from usual, and he still vigorously fought wits and courage with President Huo.But after all, his energy was low, he was pressed on the bed by Mr. Huo and had dinner, and after a short time, he fell sleepy again bit by bit.

Mr. Huo probably felt that the hospital was unqualified from the bed to the pillow, so he put Mr. Liang on his lap and hugged him as a pillow around his neck.

Holding it with one hand, he read the script to him in a low voice.

The voice is soft and mellow, close to a whisper, gentle and patient.

Liang Xiao was so sleepy that he slid down his legs and almost fell over, but was hugged firmly by Huo Lan and hugged him back.

Liang Xiao was slightly awake by the shaking, his eyes were still closed, and he instinctively wanted to sit up straight with his shoulders straight and his hands flat.Huo Lan yelled twice softly against his forehead, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Being dizzy from the constant fever, Liang Xiao couldn't immediately tell where he was, but when he saw Huo Lan clearly, he still instinctively grinned at him.

Huo Lan's eyes were filled with warmth, and he stroked his hair.

It was getting late, and the rays of the setting sun fell along the edge of the bed, covering the two people at the head of the bed, and painted a layer of extraordinarily gentle pale gold tone.

……

In this situation, Duan Ming even felt that he was a bit redundant.

The butler has been around for more than a day, and he looks a little desolate, looking at the self-contained silhouette in the setting sun: "I'm old."

Duan Ming couldn't comfort him: "...Yes."

Steward: "The times are developing too fast."

Duan Ming: "Yes."

With tears in his eyes, the housekeeper and the manager comforted and hugged each other, and turned around to arrange a car to take Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang back.

Liang Xiao's condition is not very serious, as long as he doesn't repeat himself, he doesn't have to stay in the hospital ward to recuperate.

The assistant team waited for the doctor's examination and approval, and acted quickly to take Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang back to the hotel suite.

Liang Xiao was so sleepy that he fell into Huo Lan's arms and was still on the hospital bed. When he opened his eyes, his position relative to Mr. Huo didn't change much. The ceiling in front of him had been replaced by a very friendly ceiling.

Huo Lan was processing his work, and when he noticed his movement, he let go of the mouse and bowed his head.

Liang Xiao grinned at him, and rubbed the palm covering his forehead: "What time is it?"

"Nine p.m."

Huo Lan hugged him and sat up: "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Liang Xiao really had no strength in his body, he felt dizzy for a while when he got up, and a black mist appeared in front of his eyes.

He wasn't too hungry yet, and he couldn't figure it out even if he tried hard. He took a breath and waited for the black mist to clear up: "It's all right...have you eaten yet?"

Huo Lang would measure Liang Xiao's forehead temperature every once in a while, but he still couldn't get rid of the fever, so he lightly squeezed his slightly ironed palm and shook his head.

Liang Xiao thought about it, and couldn't help it: "Then—"

"No." Huo Lan took the water glass and touched his lips, "You haven't recovered yet, so you can't drink with me."

Liang Xiao was dissatisfied, he lowered his head and blew a bunch of bubbles for him with the rim of the cup in his mouth.

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan supported him, and softly compromised: "I'll eat with you."

Liang Xiao happily touched his phone: "Do you want to eat pizza? Sweet potato—"

"No." Huo Lan put the water glass back, replaced it with a warm one, added some honey and stirred it carefully according to the manager's instructions, "I'll drink porridge with you."

Liang Xiao looked at the water glass in Huo Lan's hand, and wanted to blow it again, but Huo Lan had already lowered his head and took a mouthful, holding him over carefully.

Liang Xiao: "..."

After talking about the past, Mr. Huo seemed to have automatically turned on a certain switch.

Liang Xiaohong opened her mouth all over, and was taken by him to feed him a few mouthfuls of honey water, and she was coaxed out of her dizziness: "Congee, congee is also fine."

Huo Lan's ears were also faintly hot, so he put down the water glass, carefully wiped off a little water from the corners of his lips, got up and called the housekeeper.

Several kinds of porridge had been boiled earlier, and pear soup was also stewed in a casserole in the back kitchen of the hotel, waiting for Mr. Liang who woke up to order.

The housekeeper was very happy when he heard that Liang Xiao had woken up. He personally came over and asked him if he was still feeling unwell.

"It's okay at first." Liang Xiao's mind was still on the few sips of honey water just now, his whole body was a little too energetic, he coughed and smiled: "It's just a small cold, and I tend to have a fever when I catch a cold."

"It shouldn't burn too badly." The housekeeper worried about him in a low voice with lingering fear, "Boss Huo hugged you last night, it was foggy."

Liang Xiao was shocked by the people around Huo Lan's judgment on Mr. Huo. After thinking about it carefully, he found it quite reasonable: "...that's true."

Liang Xiao carefully thought about the scene of Huo Lan holding him in the fog for a long time, and couldn't help it, his thoughts diverged: "When the room is too dry in the future, can I cooperate with President Huo like this..."

The butler was taken aback: "No, no, this will cost you too much."

"..." Liang Xiao was persuaded by him, nodded, and took the porridge menu with various categories.

Liang Xiao has always disliked porridge, there is no particular reason, it simply does not suit his appetite, since he was a child, he really didn't have much interest in it, he would rather eat it with rice.

But people still seem to have a lot of obsession with drinking porridge for recuperation.

During the first six months of convalescence, Liang Xiao almost drank porridge until he doubted his life. He was seduced by the vivid and attractive pictures and texts on the porridge list for a long time, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

The housekeeper kept watch for a long time, and tried to ask him: "Have you selected it?"

Liang Xiao took a deep breath, nodded his head, and was confidently trying to instruct the kitchen to mix seven or eight flavors of porridge together when he suddenly remembered something: "How long has it been since Mr. Huo ate?"

The butler was stunned, and smiled wryly: "Also... just eat with you."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "How can I eat so little?"

The housekeeper looked at him for a long time, felt a little headache, and rubbed his forehead.

These two people obviously sleep and eat in sync, and they don't know why, only when they meet each other, do they have a normal understanding of eating and sleeping that meets the doctor's recommendation.

The butler didn't have the heart to remind Liang Xiao, hesitated for a while, and advised him slowly: "Eat more, and President Huo will follow suit."

Mr. Huo accompanied Mr. Liang to rest on time some time ago, and he has been recuperating very well. Recently, Long Tao and the separation of the family have taken up too much energy, and he pretended that Mr. Liang couldn't let go. Naturally, he couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep.

But Mr. Liang is purely picky eater.

Usually, when he was healthy and free from disease and disaster, he was fine. Liang Xiao suffered a lot when he was a teenager, and he was content with stuttering.

When he was sick and had a bad appetite, Mr. Liang almost cried over the entire experienced nutritional meal team on his own.

The butler still wanted to persuade him, but just as he was about to speak, Huo Lan had already opened the door and went back to lie on his side.

The butler quickly shut his mouth, and shook his head very secretly at him.

Liang Xiao couldn't help frowning, nodded without saying a word, and ordered a few more normal porridge and side dishes, and returned the order to the housekeeper.

The back kitchen moved quickly, Huo Lan removed the pillow, let Liang Xiao lean on him again, and did not continue working at the bedside for a long time, when the hot porridge was served.

Huo Lan was dealing with the reports of various departments for the past two days, nodded, and watched them put the porridge on the square table: "Go."

The assistants all experienced the blizzard last night. They carefully glanced at Liang Xiao. Seeing that he was fine, they relaxed a lot and disappeared outside the door very quickly.

Liang Xiao leaned against Huo Lan, followed him for a while, and made trouble in a low voice: "Is the branch going well?"

Huo Lan raised his arms to embrace him, and nodded: "There is no obvious obstacle, just follow the trend."

Liang Xiao babbled nonsense: "Does Long Tao have any cards? For example, they are actually a branch of Disney..."

"will not."

Huo Lan shook his head, and patiently told him: "Longtao's legal person and shareholders are clear, and it is an independent film and television company."

Of course Liang Xiao knew, but when eating, he always dragged them out first, Mr. Huo: "Is there still a twin brother of yours hidden in the branch family? The kind that was cultivated secretly, when the time comes to kidnap you and replace him secretly..."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao couldn't speak anymore, and turned off the plot of Xiao Huangwen, the boss of the spicy chicken dog and blood bully in his mind: "No."

Liang Xiao smashed his halberd into the sand, turned Huo Lan's head to make him look at the computer again, and groaned over the porridge that he had been stirring for a while with a spoon in his mouth.

The housekeeper didn't say that he had time to come out, and he could roughly guess what was going on.

Huo Lang is usually able to take good care of himself. He wakes up early in the morning and does three meals regularly. Back in Jiangnan, every time Xiao Liang Xiao was obsessed with playing games and forgot to eat, the young Huo Lang would directly cut off the WiFi that he relied on for survival. Link.

But once there are some important exams to prepare for, the relationship between the two will completely change positions.

There are countless undercurrents in this match, if you sail against the current, you will retreat if you don't advance, there is no room for sloppy slack, and he made a mistake again at this time.According to Huo Lan's temper, Liang Xiao was not surprised, Huo Lan would instinctively allocate his energy to him and work first.

But you can't even eat and sleep

Even if Alpha's physical fitness is much stronger, he can't help but consume so much.

Liang Xiao decided to care about Mr. Huo, put down his spoon, suddenly poked Huo Lan who was concentrating on his work, and whispered, "Hey."

Huo Lan was slightly stunned, let go of the mouse and turned his head.

Liang Xiao probed: "You—"

Liang Xiao looked down at the hand he was holding onto her, and her eyes became unbelievably hot, she pursed her lips and smiled at him, then squeezed it back with a little more strength, and squeezed it twice.

When the two of them were in the south of the Yangtze River, they often squeezed together by the bedside to do their homework.When he couldn't continue writing, he would tease Huo Lan like this.

Although most of it was because he refused to get out of bed because of non-violence and non-cooperation, the young Huo Lan was not very angry about this kind of thing, and next time he couldn't be called, he would still come to his room with the exercise book.

You can't always call someone a fat sheep, Liang Xiao changed a lot of nicknames, and later felt that he was born, and finally evolved into such an unreasonable nickname.

Liang Xiao couldn't help it, tugged at his sleeves and asked him, "Why did you ask me to do your homework at that time?"

Huo Lan's shoulders were slightly tensed, and the corners of his lips were pressed tightly together without making a sound.

Liang Xiao wanted to know very much, and Lian Ruoxi leaned on him hotly, and asked in a low voice: "Is it really to let me feel the strong atmosphere of learning?"

Huo Lan looked up at him, and said in a low voice, "No."

Liang Xiao knew the reason and asked: "To supervise my studies?"

Huo Lan was so forced by him that he shook his head: "No..."

The corner of Liang Xiao's mouth couldn't be suppressed: "Then—"

Huo Lan admitted in a low voice: "I want to talk to me when you can't study anymore."

Originally, Liang Xiao was happily waiting for an answer like "find a chance to stay together", but together with Huo Lan, reminiscing about the past and feeling the true feelings, the feelings were more than half brewed: "..."

Liang Xiao: "?"

Liang Xiao was unbelievable, and his charming thoughts disappeared: "Then I chat with you, and you still scold me?!"

Huo Lan had no way to defend himself, he was silent for a while and lowered his head.

Liang Xiao never dreamed that everything was just a fishing law enforcement. The more he thought about it, the more he felt sad and indignant: "Punish me to write ten more questions, and you are not allowed to read the answers??"

Huo Lan didn't expect that he could remember it so clearly, she was a little ashamed, and took his hand and shook it.

Liang Xiao was reluctant to throw it away, held back for a long time, moved Huo Lan's mouse to find a useless sentence, and struck the keyboard forcefully to delete a period for him.

"If you don't know how to write questions, you will come to me."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and admitted softly: "You don't talk to me often, I—"

Liang Xiao was sad and indignant: "I don't talk to you often because you punish me for doing questions!"

Huo Lan was startled, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Liang Xiao looked at him for a long while, and felt soft-hearted. After a long while, he laughed and threw his weight on Huo Lan's shoulder.

Mr. Huo is not only easy to be led into a logical blind spot, but also easy to forcibly create a blind spot by himself, and lead others to go in calmly.

Liang Xiao lost his temper. Seeing Huo Lan's dazed gaze, he began to feel distressed again, and tugged at his sleeve: "It's okay, I won't be angry with you anymore."

Liang Xiao thought about how he had spent several days brushing up the question bank for him, and still couldn't help being a little angry: "Kiss me ten times, one question at a time, one stroke of grievance—"

Huo Lan held his hand: "I won't cancel it."

"No check."

Liang Xiao just said it smoothly, but regretted it as soon as he said it, and changed his words: "It's even."

Huo Lan stared at him for a while, then leaned over, and lightly touched Liang Xiao's forehead.

Liang Xiao was still waiting for Mr. Huo's stormy ten-in-law couple, who was so red that he was a little hot, and pulled him hard: "No, let's go down."

"It's not even." Huo Lan whispered, "I'll pay it back slowly, nine out of ten and thirteen out."

It's not that Liang Xiao has never seen usury before, his mind is still in a daze, and his mouth has instinctively reacted: "A period of several months..."

Huo Lan closed his eyes: "One month."

Liang Xiao couldn't help but do the calculations, he was stunned by the astonishing number of Li Gun Li, and couldn't help grinning.

Liang Xiao raised his hand to hold his face, managed to control his expression, and tried his best not to make his lust so obvious: "OK...OK."

Liang Xiao enjoyed himself obsessively for a long time, but when he realized that Huo Lang's mood was wrong, he was stunned and tugged at him: "What's wrong... what are you thinking?"

"I think—" Huo Lan was silent for a while, "What would have happened if I had told you the truth at that time."

Liang Xiao said bluntly: "Then I was scared away at that time."

Huo Lan froze for a moment, looked up at him quietly for a while, then pursed the corners of his lips lightly, and nodded.

Liang Xiao'an leaned against him quietly, his chest was also faintly acidic.

Although he might have run away in fright at that time... If he really slowed down, Xiao Liang Xiao back then would definitely run back.

No matter how far I ran out in fright, I ran as far as I came back.

When I arrived at the imperial capital, I sat on the train and cried and coughed all the way, scattered flower petals all the way, and ran to the flower bed downstairs of their house to bury the key.

Liang Xiao vaguely understood where Huo Lang's heart knot was, hugged Huo Lang and patted him, and said softly, "Then we two might not be like this now."

Liang Xiao frightened him: "You may not be Mr. Huo anymore, maybe you will be taken away by me to a place where your family can't be found."

Liang Xiao let go of his daydreams: "My talent is so good that I can't hide it, I guess I will be discovered by scouts. Then I take on the show to support my family, and you run errands for me as an assistant, and massage my shoulders every day. If I don't press well, I will bully you." you……"

Huo Lan listened quietly and smiled slightly.

Liang Xiao didn't expect that Huo Lan could still laugh after being described so badly by himself: "What are you laughing at?"

Huo Lan said softly, "That's great."

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, and suddenly couldn't hold back the sharp pain in his chest.

Liang Xiao lowered his head and endured it for a while, but still dragged Huo Lan reluctantly, and rubbed against his collar.

Huo Lan hugged him and wrapped him in his arms.

"I don't want the past, we are not allowed to feel bad about the past."

Liang Xiao sniffed with red eyes: "Whoever cries gets spanked."

Huo Lan lowered his head, a little hesitant whether he was fishing to enforce the law, and moved his right hand lightly.

Liang Xiao ignorantly missed the opportunity: "It starts tomorrow."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and said softly, "Okay."

"Eat first." Liang Xiao forgot the business as soon as he was not paying attention, and sniffed vigorously, "When I'm sick, I need to take care of my body, sleep and eat on time."

Liang Xiao dictated and arranged for Assistant Huo: "I need someone to supervise me, eat and sleep with me."

Huo Lan looked at him, hesitated for a moment, lifted the corners of his lips, and nodded cooperatively: "Yes."

"Sleeping with me must be a pillow from the beginning to the end, and you are not allowed to sneak away in advance."

Liang Xiao is very strict and sets the rules: "If you eat with me, you have to eat more than me, otherwise I will lose my appetite."

Huo Lan was worried that the porridge would be cold, so he scooped up a spoonful, tried it with his lips, and fed it to him: "Yeah."

Liang Xiao swallowed the mountains and rivers angrily, and opened his mouth to hold the porridge at just the right temperature. He swallowed it instinctively, and the top of his head was steaming: "..."

He seldom drank porridge so happily, Huo Lan carefully wiped the corners of his lips, kissed his lips, and ate two mouthfuls meticulously and according to the rules.

Liang Xiao was cooked, and he steamed for a long time in a trance, and softly tugged Assistant Huo, who was next to him.

Huo Lan looked up at him.

Liang Xiao: "F, do you always get treated like this when you have a fever?"

Huo Lan scooped up the porridge, met his gaze, pursed the corners of his lips, and nodded.

Mr. Liang recuperated in the hotel for three days, and went back to work while supporting his illness.

In the next week, Mr. Liang was extremely dedicated, and he still insisted on rushing to the crew every day with a fever, and successfully completed every scene.

In the next half month, Mr. Liang was physically disabled and had a high fever of 39 degrees every day. He still couldn't get off the line of fire. He didn't need a double and completed several high-quality fight scenes.

In the next half a month and a day, Mr. Liang came back from the set in good spirits, asked the butler for a thermometer, found a good position, and went to sleep on his side, humming a song with his arms crossed.

Mr. Huo put down the computer, took a serious look at Mr. Liang's complexion, touched his forehead, picked him up and weighed him.

Mr. Huo raised his hand, embraced Mr. Liang, and leaned over to unbutton Mr. Liang's coat.

The housekeeper saw no injustice, and sternly sent away a group of nervous assistants who were pawing at the door to see the progress, and closed the door for them, Mr. Huo, and peeked in through the crack of the door together with the manager.

……

After such a long time, Mr. Liang still seemed a little nervous and cramped. He wanted to greet him but refused politely, trying to push away Mr. Huo's hand.

Mr. Huo was calm and gentle, held Mr. Liang's hand, kissed Mr. Liang so softly that he couldn't move, and unbuttoned his coat.

He took out a thermometer and three hot water bottles from inside.