President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Liang Xiao was a little guilty and wanted to cover it up, so he poked the thermometer at Mr. Huo.

Summoned by the pheromone, the mercury column tremblingly fell for more than half a grid, stopped at [-]°[-], and did not move.

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan confiscated the thermometer and put it away: "Is it too hot?"

Liang Xiao didn't dare to speak, and let out a muffled snort, sitting up straight with his shoulders back straight, his hands flat on his nose, mouth, mouth and heart.

Huo Lan looked at him and waited for a while, but Liang Xiao didn't respond, so he raised his hand to untie his shirt.

Liang Xiao was startled, clutching his collar and shaking his head quickly: "No."

Liang Xiao met President Huo's gaze, coughed twice, and admitted bravely: "It's red... It's red, it's not burnt."

After all, to create a realistic state of fever, not only do you need to let the thermometer cooperate, but you also have to be hotter.

Liang Xiao looked at one thing and lost another, and was careless for a while, but Mr. Huo discovered the clues from other aspects of heaviness and oppression.

Huo Lan looked at him and pressed the space between his eyebrows.

Liang Xiao's body suffered too much when he was a teenager, and the sequelae of the pheromone explosion still failed to fully recover.Huo Lan didn't dare to relax, because Liang Xiao had been worried about Liang Xiao's condition for more than ten days, and asked the doctor to do several times just for the examination.

Two medical teams were established, and a dozen hypotheses were discussed about Mr. Liang's high fever when he returned to the hotel every day.

...none of the assumptions takes into account hot water bottles.

A few days ago, when Huo Lan was holding Liang Xiao, he felt a little overwhelmed, and he vaguely sensed the clues. Thinking that Liang Xiao had a rare willful toss in these years, he also cooperated with him without puncturing him, and played around with him for a few days.

However, there are more and more hot water bags. If we don't stop them, the thermometer may be burned.

Huo Lan patted his head and suppressed his temper: "Why did you put so much?"

Liang Xiao honestly admitted his mistake: "The time for physical cooling can be longer."

After all, in addition to humanistic care, synchronization of sleeping and eating, physical cooling is also needed. The main way of physical cooling is that Mr. Huo holds him in the fog.

The longer two people hug each other, the more things can be done.

Liang Xiao thinks he has a lot of experience, and he firmly believes that when the hot water bottles are added to six, they will be able to turn Mr. Huo into the car and weld the accelerator.

Liang Xiao thought he was a little hot, unconsciously grinned at the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to press back seriously.

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan pressed his forehead hard and took a deep breath.

He was suddenly worried, if it wasn't for the special type of pheromone, maybe Liang Xiao would buy a bottle of the same pheromone perfume and enter the estrus period at [-] o'clock every night.

"..." Liang Xiao's throat twitched, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved. He tried his best to touch the mobile phone without any trace, clicked on the purchase software and searched.

Huo Lan had a headache, confiscated his mobile phone, and put it away together with the thermometer: "I'm not—"

Before the two of them revealed the past, Huo Lan was always in love and only polite. He was not only worried about Liang Xiao's body, but also always worried about Liang Xiao. He wanted to give Liang Xiao the last chance to come and go freely.

He was willing to be intimate with Liang Xiao, and he was willing to take care of Liang Xiao himself, and he never felt that there was any hardship.

Everything that needs to be said is clear, he and Liang Xiao are already a family, and more intimate things will naturally be done sooner or later.

……

But you can't keep running a fever for half a month by stuffing a hot water bottle on your body.

These days, Huo Lan also vaguely heard the housekeeper and the others discussing in secret, squatting down halfway under Xueyi, raised his eyes and said softly: "It's not that I don't want to."

With a bang, Liang Xiao was too hot to move.

"I thought you were sick, so I didn't dare to mess around."

Huo Lan looked at him: "You must take care of your body first, and then we'll talk about other things."

Liang Xiao was forced to raise him for half a month, and felt that he was already too healthy. He opened his mouth to speak, but when he met Huo Lang's extremely serious eyes, his heart softened.

Liang Xiao drooped down, honestly: "Okay."

Huo Lan held his hand and leaned over to touch his lips: "When you recover, you can do whatever you want."

Liang Xiao swallowed: "Okay."

After all, Huo Lan was worried, so he untied the clothes on his body, carefully inspected the place that was burned red, and confirmed that he was not burned, took the pajamas and changed Liang Xiao meticulously.

Liang Xiao stretched out his arms, honestly asked him to pull up his sleeves, and called him in a low voice: "Huo Lan."

Huo Lan carefully adjusted the skirt of his clothes, and looked up at him.

"Aren't you angry?" Liang Xiao slid down the edge of the bed, squatting head to head with him, "Look at you working so hard these days... I want to make trouble with you, so that you can change your mood."

Liang Xiao was self-defeating, a little embarrassed, coughed lightly: "Stop making trouble—"

Huo Lan said softly, "I know."

Liang Xiao was startled slightly.

Huo Lan hugged his shoulders, exerted a little strength, and carried Liang Xiao into his arms, and sat down on the floor.

Liang Xiao: "..."

He doubted that Mr. Huo would be able to pick him up and throw him for fun sooner or later.

Liang Xiao soared through the clouds and changed his position, sitting comfortably, and settled on their Boss Huo with ease.

Huo Lan's heartbeat was quiet and powerful, Liang Xiao got closer, and hearing the clear and constant beating on his chest, his voice unconsciously softened, and he put a note on his neck: "How...you know?"

"Always knew."

Huo Lan closed his eyes and hugged him: "You think I'm working hard, so you'll always find a way to make me happier."

What he said was so clear that Liang Xiao felt a little embarrassed, and took the initiative to admit: "This time it's mainly my thinking."

After all, Mr. Huo's speed control is too stable, no matter where he goes, he can stop meticulously and strictly.

Just like now.

Liang Xiao tugged at his sleeves, his ears were red, he opened his arms and brazenly asked for welfare: "The buttons haven't been unbuttoned yet."

Huo Lan said in a low voice, "No more."

Liang Xiao still didn't come out of his own thoughts, subconsciously nodded: "That's fine, then—"

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao looked up in astonishment, and dragged Huo Lan to feel the temperature of his body.

Huo Lan had no choice but to lick the corners of his lower lip, and held Liang Xiao's hands that were fumbling around: "The doctor said that your physical condition has recovered and you can adapt to a certain degree of mild stimulation."

Liang Xiaoqian swallowed, dazedly: "No, it's not the end..."

Huo Lan touched the back of his neck and pondered for a while.

Some time ago, Liang Xiao's body might not be able to bear the temporary mark. He didn't dare to take risks, so he could only let Liang Xiao switch back to the mode of relying on inhibitors to stabilize pheromones.

Now that Liang Xiao's body has been adjusted almost, Huo Lan originally wanted to have a try with him, restore the temporary mark, and see to what extent he could stabilize the pheromone.

Step by step, until the end, once Liang Xiao felt unable to hold on, he would stop immediately.

Huo Lan nodded: "Not until the end."

housekeeper:"!"

Duan Ming: "!!"

Liang Xiao: "!!!"

Liang Xiao tremblingly touched his thigh, pulled the flesh and twisted it.

Huo Lan got up to get ready, rang the bell and asked the butler to guard the door, embraced Mr. Liang who was lying peacefully with his hands folded for some reason, and gently put him back on the bed.

……

The manager couldn't hold on until the end, and wanted to know what happened, so he chased Liang Xiao for three days.

"and after?"

Duan Ming asked his assistant to guard him, dragged Liang Xiao, and lowered his voice: "Boss Huo put you on his lap, and what did he do after he hugged you?"

Liang Xiao really couldn't hide, put down the script and sighed: "It's almost as planned."

Duan Ming read the plan he wrote, and his eyes widened when he heard this: "Really?"

Duan Ming: "Boss Huo grabbed the back of your neck first, not allowing you to move around, and then restrained your hands. He pressed you on the bedside, thunder and lightning flashed and blizzarded until you passed out, slowed down. Half an hour, carry you into the bathroom..."

Liang Xiao bit the bullet: "Almost."

Liang Xiao lacked confidence: "Jump... I jumped some steps."

"It doesn't matter, it's okay to have one more item or one less item."

Duan Ming waved his hand: "Which step did you jump from?"

Liang Xiao: "Boss Huo grabbed my neck."

Duan Ming waited for a long time, seeing that he had no intention of continuing: "...and then?"

Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed: "I waited for half an hour, and was carried into the bathroom by Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming: "..."

The feeling of the gland being embedded between the teeth was so exciting, Liang Xiao felt lingering fear and pressed his heart: "I haven't bitten for a long time, I'm not used to it..."

Unlike the temporary markers used to calm alpha pheromones and simply extract information sources, if omega pheromones are mainly calmed down, the requirements are much higher, and the required processes and operations are more difficult and complicated.

Also more...exciting.

Liang Xiao swallowed dryly, and couldn't help thinking about it.

Huo Lan had tried his best to restrain himself, but the ubiquitous sense of oppression still wrapped him tightly.

The gland was finely grinded in his mouth, and the cool and icy breath gushed out from a particularly sensitive point on the back of his neck, wrapping his consciousness into a plain white ice and snow.

Under the ice was a flowing fire, and in the side sleeper so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, you could almost hear the sound of sweat dripping on your skin.

Duan Ming couldn't help waking him up: "Boss Huo just bit you."

"Brother Duan, you betas can't understand it."

Liang Xiao blushed: "Physical structure, among the stocks you confiscated, the degree of fit is not so high..."

Duan Ming never thought about it carefully. When he mentioned it, he couldn't help rubbing his forehead: "By the way, you must have a high degree of compatibility."

"No wonder you are so sensitive to Mr. Huo." Duan Ming suddenly figured it out, "Mr. Huo's pheromone was induced by you, and there may be only one of them in the world. If it is really quantified, your matching degree should be more than 100% It's still high..."

Liang Xiao came back to his senses and frowned: "Brother Duan."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment, realized that he had accidentally said the wrong thing, and quickly shut up.

Duan Ming didn't have time to think about this these days, looked at Liang Xiao's expression, and whispered: "Mr. Huo... still don't know?"

Liang Xiao smiled: "Why do you know this?"

Duan Ming nodded: "Understood, I will keep my mouth shut."

This kind of thing is not simply a matter of one feeling distressed by the other. Liang Xiao was most worried about Jiang Nan Ye knowing what happened back then, and now Jiang Nan Ye has become Huo Lan, so he has to be more careful in handling it.

"It's not a long-term solution."

Duan Ming reminded him in a low voice: "You can't hide it, it will be revealed sooner or later."

"I know." Liang Xiao said, "At least...take it easy."

Liang Xiao fell asleep these days, and occasionally woke up in the middle of the night to find that Huo Lan was holding his wrist, with his fingertips sticking to his pulse.

Even after so many days of desensitization, Huo Lan still occasionally gets haunted by nightmares.Liang Xiao himself knew what it was like to fall into a dream and not be able to wake up, and he didn't want Huo Lan to be disturbed by the dusty past and sink into it further.

"I understand. Mr. Huo's mother has also been seriously ill for several years because of his pheromones."

Duan Ming frowned and nodded: "Let him know this..."

Duan Ming didn't go any further. After thinking for a long time, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "You said that Mr. Huo wanted to infiltrate us slowly, and wanted you to know his relationship with Jiangnan No. A, isn't he also so worried? ?”

Duan Ming was sympathetic to him, and deliberately teased Liang Xiao: "Feng Shui takes turns, it's evened out."

Liang Xiao followed with a smile: "It's not even."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment: "Why not even?"

"I don't know, what Mr. Huo said is not fair."

Liang Xiao's ears warmed up: "We were supposed to kiss ten times, but Mr. Huo didn't even make it up, so he insisted on borrowing usury."

Duan Ming: "..."

"Nine out and thirteen out, you may not understand."

Liang Xiao felt a headache, fearing that the agent's knowledge was not rich enough, so he specially introduced: "Loan usury, loan ten to nine and repay thirteen, the interest is repaid at regular intervals, after two or three years, it's almost a lifetime of kissing..."

Duan Ming regretted talking to him, took a washed pear, wiped it and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Let's talk about it." Liang Xiao took a bite of the pear in his mouth, and mumbled, "It's also lucky... I knew it first."

The two got closer and closer, and he wanted to say anything to Huo Lang, maybe one day his faith would be shaken, and he would admit what he did back then.

If it's true that Huo Lan and Jiangnan No. A didn't match up, then he would recruit this matter and directly ask Huo Lan to match up all the details.

Liang Xiao didn't even dare to think about...how Huo Lan would react.

Duan Ming thought for a while, then shivered: "Will we become a Frozen crew?"

Liang Xiao: "..."

Duan Ming: "..."

Liang Xiao had no way to refute, so he cupped his fists and went to put on makeup with a pear in his mouth.

The lead actor recovered, and the production crew resumed their original schedule. In one go, they spent half a month successfully filming all the plots of the young master in the palace and before the new emperor ascended the throne.

Liang Xiao sat in the dressing room, facing the assortment of rags of various colors, more or less began to thank the gradually warmer weather.

"The next play will have to suffer."

Director Jin came to the show, crossed his arms and watched the makeup artist put on makeup for him: "Your current physical condition is quite suitable, so you don't need to lose any more."

The production director came over to watch the excitement, and was asking Liang Xiao how to turn the fan in his hand coolly, and he was curious: "Isn't he going to run away?"

"Fleeing is not because you can't eat." Jin Zhenbo said, "The age of the characters in the early stage is based on the age. The young master is young, and he is not young enough to show his youthful sense. That's why he keeps his body shape."

Jin Zhenbo glanced at Liang Xiao, and explained to him: "Returning to the previous state, a gust of wind blows away, and the last part of rushing to rescue is hard to explain."

"..." Liang Xiao had gradually adapted to the director's evaluation, and coughed: "Okay."

Jin Zhenbo looked down at the script: "This part of the script mainly focuses on the turbulent group portraits in the palace. Your role is not difficult... Desperate but not desperate, abandoned by heaven but not self-absorbed, can you be sure?"

Liang Xiao thought about it quietly: "I'm sure."

"That's fine."

Jin Zhenbo nodded: "You don't have many roles in this part, and the intermittent shooting state is not uniform enough. We discussed it and moved all your parts to the early stage of centralized shooting. Can you stick to it?"

"It just so happened that Xingguan also contacted us, saying that you will have a variety show soon."

The production director was frightened by the director's notice-style negotiation, dragged Jin Zhenbo aside, and quickly added: "Let's cooperate here, and try to compress the drama for you to May, and finish it all before the variety show."

Director Jin didn't hear the difference between the two expressions, frowned, and still insisted: "For your good condition—"

The production director covered Director Jin's mouth and dragged him behind him.

Liang Xiao couldn't help laughing, and nodded: "Yes, thank you to the crew."

The production director breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and waved his hands: "To complement each other, we also want to thank you for your dedication."

In the past few years, the actors' schedules were almost entirely arranged by the crew, and such adjustments did not require special communication and discussion.

In recent years, the industry has been impacted by capital, and there is a general trend of impetuousness. Artists are either unwilling to endure hardships and find it tiresome, or they cannot freely let the company arrange to extract value. There have been many situations.

Actors who have been famous for a long time are better. Like Liang Xiao, who is skilled in business and has a good attitude, and the company behind him does not hold back or show off operations, and can handle the traffic of the younger generation of newcomers, it is also hard to come by.

Liang Xiao knew it in his heart, and he was slightly dumb: "You are too much... I just have nothing to do."

"That's not easy." The production director praised him, "Generally young people have come to your step, and they will more or less drift away."

Director Jin was stuffed in the back and was not allowed to speak, and was still angry: "Isn't it because he is afraid that he will float away when the wind blows? I told him to eat more..."

The production director patted Director Jin, stuffed him with a fan to relieve his boredom, and turned back to Liang Xiao: "It's not easy to be idle. When you get really busy and you can't even run away from the announcement, you should miss this episode. It's okay." It's about time."

Liang Xiao smiled: "Yes."

The production director patted him on the shoulder, told him to concentrate on reading the script to find his status, and dragged Jin out of the dressing room.

……

A prophecy.

The filming progress of the crew reached the end of the month, and something really happened.

"It's not our business."

Duan Ming took Liang Xiao back to the hotel after the show, and gave him a tip-off in advance: "The M&A matter has been negotiated, Mr. Huo has to go back and deal with it."

Liang Xiao was taken aback: "Is it so fast?"

"Basically, Long Tao's share has basically been eaten away. The wall is down and everyone is pushing, and the star crown actually didn't do much in the later stage."

Duan Ming simply told him: "There are not many artists who are willing to stay at Star Crown, most of them are job-hopping, and many have been poached."

Liang Xiao nodded: "No surprise."

"Yes." Duan Ming nodded, "I'm used to making connections in Longtao, and I may not be able to adapt to the atmosphere of fair competition in Xingguan. It's better to go to a small company and enjoy exclusive resources as an artist."

Xingguan has always selected artists who are more expensive and less expensive, and the development model is biased towards strength and traffic, and it is not very friendly to fast-moving artists who focus on marketing.

This time Long Tao's artistes are leaving, it is inevitable that Xingguan is behind to help match them.The general manager Long Tao was very angry, so he approached Xingguan to question the theory, and hit a nail in the secretary department: "The artist that Mr. Huo wants to scout has already been scooped up, so there is no need to snatch it again. Just this one The potential is far from being discovered, and we are focusing on cultivating it, so we don't have the time to spare..."

The general manager Long Tao was so angry that he couldn't speak, and almost smashed his office when he returned.

Duan Ming changed the subject: "But this time Mr. Huo really won't be back in a short time...There are too many things to do."

Duan Ming: "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Long Tao's size is completely cool, it is not a small project to formally purchase and reorganize. It is not like before that only rely on video conferences and faxes It can be solved, at least it will take a month."

Liang Xiao calculated the time: "Almost... a month is a bit tight."

Liang Xiao thought about it carefully: "Maybe it will be delayed until I'm finished."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming reminded: "You can't go to Mr. Huo either, the scenes on your side are so dense that even a fly can't get in."

Liang Xiao sighed lightly: "Yes."

Duan Ming looked at him: "..."

Liang Xiao was inexplicably looked at by him, and looked down at himself: "What's wrong?"

Last night, Duan Ming secretly saw the two of them sleeping together in a small ball through the crack of the door, and couldn't help frowning: "Did you have different dreams in the same bed so soon?"

It didn't take long to pick it out, and finally got together well, Duan Ming was a little worried, and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "You should think about it together, I prepared a pack of paper for nothing."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao pressed his forehead and smiled: "No...it's too wasteful."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"It's too wasteful. I'll have plenty of time to miss when Mr. Huo goes back."

Liang Xiao was extraordinarily calm: "Now we have to think rationally, what can we do in the limited time."

Duan Ming opened his mouth, infected by his calmness, lowered his voice: "What are you doing?"

"It can make us think of each other as soon as we open our eyes, so that we can't think of anything."

Liang Xiao pondered: "I'll order a full-length real-life wax figure in a hugging pose, and put it behind Mr. Huo's office door."

"..." Duan Ming felt relieved: "No, it's too scary."

Liang Xiao felt a little regretful: "Is it scary?"

"Think about it yourself." Duan Ming described to him, "Boss Huo came to the company to work overtime in the middle of the night, the moon was hazy and the birds were hazy, the night was dark, and a figure behind the door opened his arms."

Liang Xiao thought about it, and was startled by himself: "Forget it."

Liang Xiao thought more carefully, and added: "In case Long Tao sends someone to attack Mr. Huo in the middle of the night, it will not be easy for the bodyguards to distinguish who to protect."

Duan Ming glanced at him inexplicably, and tried his best to think: "What can you do for Mr. Huo?"

"Handmade stuff." Duan Ming said, "Boss Huo likes your two little paper umbrellas very much."

A few days ago when cleaning up the room, the assistant actually accidentally damaged one, which once caused the whole team to face a big survival crisis.

Fortunately, the captain of the bodyguard had a heart to sniff the roses, found some glue, and glued it up again meticulously, and repaired it. Because of this smooth promotion, he was transferred back to the inner circle again.

Mr. Huo severely punished himself for not peeling walnuts for two days because of his negligence this time.

In the past few days, Liang Xiao saw that something was wrong with Huo Lan. He didn't ask no matter how he asked. He was very worried at one point.

"Even if you find a piece of paper and draw two strokes on it, Mr. Huo won't allow anyone to touch it."

Duan Ming understood it very well: "Otherwise, you might as well find a notebook and draw [-] pages of stick figures for Mr. Huo."

Liang Xiao was angry: "Can't I write thirty letters to Mr. Huo, one letter a day?"

Duan Ming looked at him.

Liang Xiao: "...I can't."

It would take him about a year to write thirty letters.

Liang Xiao woke up, made up his mind, dragged his manager to whisper a few words, got out of the car and entered the hotel.