President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Many staff members in the suite were already busy packing their things, Liang Xiao was prepared and greeted the housekeeper without disturbing.

The housekeeper was instructing several people to move things, when he saw Liang Xiao, he hurried over: "Mr. Liang."

The housekeeper took a closer look at his expression, turned around and gave some instructions in a low voice, telling the clean-up person to leave the room first.

Liang Xiao smiled: "Actually, there is no need..."

"Don't make them worry about it." The butler heaved a sigh of relief, and then smiled, "We can rest assured that you are fine."

Huo Lan was still in the video conference, the housekeeper looked at the closed door, and explained to Liang Xiao in a low voice: "It was also just negotiated, and there was a stalemate all the time, but Long Tao, the artist in charge, was silent, and today he suddenly let go I made a job-hopping statement... the whole line collapsed."

This kind of job-hopping and poaching is the most hidden secret of each company. Although Xingguan has been secretly helping the flames, he is not fully prepared for this sudden change.

Long Tao's stock price plummeted and collapsed across the board, and the purchase price that had been bitten to death all along lost its trump card in an instant.

Probably because they were afraid that they would lose everything if they dragged on, they agreed to the merger almost hastily, and the price was lowered by [-]% than Xingguan's psychological price.

"I didn't expect it to be so fast."

The housekeeper couldn't hide his apology: "Otherwise, I would have discussed it with you long ago. Mr. Huo hasn't finished the meeting yet."

"It's really not that serious." Liang Xiao said dumbly, "It's just a different place, and it's not like we can't see each other anymore."

The two of them have come here well after so many years in different places, and it's not too long to bear it for a month or two.

Liang Xiao thought carefully all the way, not at ease, and inquired with the housekeeper: "Boss Huo and I haven't made a permanent mark yet. If we separate, will there be any problems with his susceptibility period?"

The housekeeper was also worried about this, but he didn't dare to say anything, and lowered his head: "The problem won't be too big..."

Huo Lan's susceptibility period only affects emotions. According to how harsh Mr. Huo is to himself, the useless part of emotions during work is mostly to be discarded, and the handling of company affairs is not very disturbed.

At most, it's just walnuts, and it won't delay the business.

Of course Liang Xiao knew that Huo Lan would not delay the business, so he smiled: "I didn't ask this."

Liang Xiao was hospitalized a while ago, and he specifically consulted with the hospital: "The pheromone matching degree between Mr. Huo and I should be a period of susceptibility once we separate."

The hospital's introduction was very clear. Liang Xiao took notes on purpose and flipped through the memo: "It says that it can cooperate with quasi-pheromone suppression, but omega pheromone samples are needed."

The housekeeper didn't expect him to ask this question, so he was stunned for a while, buried his head in confusion for a while, and confessed to him in a low voice: "We... also mentioned it to Mr. Huo."

Liang Xiao was curious: "Mr. Huo disagrees?"

The housekeeper sighed: "Yes..."

"Understood." Liang Xiao was very calm, "I'll do it secretly."

The butler was a little relieved when he heard the first half of the sentence, he was taken aback by surprise, and quickly held him down: "No, no, no——"

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

Liang Xiao rubbed the glands at the back of his neck, and smiled: "Actually, he's almost recovered, and he's not as fragile as Mr. Huo thought."

The housekeeper took care of him these days, witnessed Liang Xiao's broad definition of "almost recovered" and "healthy", and dared not agree, insisting on shaking his head: "No, unless you discuss it with Mr. Huo."

The housekeeper has seen Huo Lan's anger, and he doesn't want to challenge the limit in this kind of thing at all: "Your body is important. Mr. Huo's symptoms are too serious during the susceptible period, and the inhibitor effect is not good. Find someone I flew over to find you in the evening, and it’s the same when I go back the next day.”

"The working hours are not enough." Liang Xiao disagreed, and frowned, "It's too hard."

Huo Lan's recent work intensity has been very high. To smoothly acquire Longtao, and to beware of the branch's secret troubles during this period, it is by no means as simple as just saying a few words casually.

Liang Xiao has been adding to the chaos these days, and he has a rough idea, and each takes a step back: "Contact me when the time comes, and see if the crew can make up the time."

The housekeeper estimated that Mr. Huo would never take such a step back, so he hesitated for a while, but still didn't refute Mr. Liang's intention, and nodded: "Okay."

Liang Xiao looked at the time: "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning." The housekeeper said, "The contract will be officially signed the day after tomorrow, and Mr. Huo has to go back to check it first."

Liang Xiao pondered for a while, then nodded: "There is still time."

The butler was startled: "What?"

Full of confidence, Liang Xiao waved his hand mysteriously, took a bag of things brought by the manager, and entered the deserted master bedroom where no one lived since the windows were repaired.

The meeting ended and it was almost midnight.

The sudden change in the situation, even if it is completely beneficial to Xingguan, there are still too many things to discuss and confirm. It affects the whole body, and each minister has a stack of emergency responses from his own department waiting to report.

After replying to the last proposal, the hour hand has passed one o'clock, and began to move back half a frame.

Huo Lan turned off the computer, closed his eyes and pressed his temples.

The butler has been guarding the door, quietly pushed the door in, and brought him a cup of coffee: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan pressed his forehead: "Is Mr. Liang asleep?"

Steward: "Should...not yet."

Huo Lan frowned and opened his eyes.

"Mr. Liang knows you're leaving, it's okay, I'm not unhappy." The housekeeper quickly explained, "I'm just busy."

The housekeeper didn't quite know what Liang Xiao was busy with, so he hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice, "Would you--go over and have a look?"

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, his shoulders tensed slightly, and he didn't make a sound.

The butler skillfully picked a thin-skinned walnut and put it in his hand.

Huo Lan frowned, looked at the walnut: "What are you doing?"

"..." The housekeeper thought he had entered the susceptible period, so he was careless for a while, so he took it back and put it away: "It's okay."

The housekeeper helped clear the table, and asked tentatively, "What are you thinking?"

Huo Lan whispered: "I said, I will always be with him."

housekeeper:"……"

Those who don't know may think that Boss Huo is going to fight Long Tao's boss to the death.

What the butler was worried about was that the sudden departure this time made Mr. Liang unprepared. He didn't expect Huo Lan to take the promise so seriously.

It's okay to be with you all the time, just to be with you all the time.

It's one month, one Monday, one day, and it's not always with me

The butler deliberately reminded Huo Lan that technology is now very advanced, even if two people can't get along day and night, they can still keep in touch with each other through video and phone calls: "Actually—"

Huo Lan's expression darkened, and he raised his eyes icily.

"actually……"

The butler swallowed and changed his words: "I can't blame you this time."

The housekeeper was sympathetic to him: "It is true that the incident happened suddenly. Originally, it was planned to take a quarter to completely solve it. I blame Long Tao for not being up to date, and he collapsed as soon as he said it."

The housekeeper assured: "Mr. Liang knows, and he doesn't blame you at all."

Huo Lan closed his eyes: "I know."

Of course he knew that Liang Xiao would not blame him.

Just like these years of misses, frustrations and failures, Liang Xiao never blamed anyone except himself.

Huo Lan didn't delay any longer, pushed away the coffee and got up.

"Are you going to see Mr. Liang?"

The housekeeper was overjoyed: "You and Mr. Liang have a good night's rest, don't rush to get up, we will pack up our things tomorrow morning, what do you want to bring..."

Huo Lan: "No."

The butler was stunned for a moment: "Don't you bring anything?"

Huo Lan shook his head, walked to the door, turned around and emphasized: "Take those two paper umbrellas."

"..." The housekeeper originally prepared a three-page list of items, folded them up and put them away, and said dryly, "Yes."

"And the note Mr. Liang wrote to me."

Huo Lan was worried that they couldn't find it: "It's in the third book from the left in the second row of the bookshelf, seven pages."

Butler: "...Yes."

Seeing that his attitude was not very serious, Huo Lan frowned: "And—"

"There are also props and snacks that Mr. Liang brought back for you from the crew."

The butler spent the whole night worrying, sighed, and answered dumbly: "Mr. Liang's handwriting of scripts copied by punishment these days, Mr. Liang's hot water bottle hidden in his bosom... Do we need to steal Mr. Liang's pillow and go back?"

Huo Lan looked at him inexplicably: "No need."

The housekeeper answered yes, opened the door and went out full of vicissitudes.

Huo Lan stood at the door for a while, frowned and looked at the pillow for a while, pressed his hands behind his back firmly, and got out of the side lie.

The light in the master bedroom was on.

Liang Xiao had actually been sleeping on the table for a while, when he vaguely heard the sound of the door opening, he rubbed his eyes and propped himself up to sit up, seeing Huo Lan, he smiled: "It's done?"

Huo Lan nodded, closed the door and passed.

When Liang Xiao first woke up, he would always be confused for a while. Seeing Huo Lan walking over, he suddenly remembered why he was working so late. He quickly protected the table and closed the large drawing book that was open.

Huo Lan was taken aback by his earth-shattering movement, and paused: "What is it?"

"Secret." Liang Xiao pressed the notebook tightly, pulled off a colored ribbon bought by his agent, and neatly tied it up, "I'll read it for you, at most one page a day."

Huo Lan was slightly taken aback, and stopped in his tracks.

Liang Xiao specially tied a bow tie for Mr. Huo, picked up the scissors, and skillfully cut a lace on the ribbon.He didn't hear anything for a long time, and raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Liang Xiao took a closer look at Huo Lan's expression, put down his things and went around, and said to him, "Reluctant to leave?"

Huo Lan looked at him and said in a low voice, "I said I won't leave."

"This walk is not that walk."

Liang Xiao couldn't help laughing, and dragged him into the room to sit down: "We are called business trips, and business trips are to go out for a while and return home."

Liang Xiao took the initiative to criticize: "If you run away like me, you will run away and disappear. If you can't find it no matter how hard you look, you are called to leave."

Huo Lan didn't think about the difference here, so he was startled and looked up at him.

Liang Xiao has been working with Huo Lan to practice temporary markings since the first day when he unfortunately crashed the car. He is a little too proficient in the process, and it is difficult to resist the conditioned reflex, so he sat on their President Huo's lap as a habit.

Liang Xiao's ears were hot, he coughed, and taught him patiently: "None of us left this time, we just went on a business trip together."

Liang Xiao poked the itchy flesh on his waist: "Have you ever been on a business trip before?"

Huo Lan couldn't hold back anymore, the corners of his lips pursed slightly: "Yes."

"How great it is to travel on business, and you can also bring souvenirs."

Liang Xiaochang imagined: "It can also promote feelings. It's always played like this on TV, Xiaobie is better than a newlywed, **..."

Liang Xiao wanted to restart his plan again, and whispered in his dream: "***, broad daylight."

Huo Lan didn't quite understand, but he was vaguely aware of his strong desire, so he pulled him into his arms and nodded, "Okay."

Liang Xiao couldn't hold it back, he grinned happily, yawned, and buried himself in Huo Lan's neck.

Huo Lan's body was cold, and only when he got close to him could he reveal a layer of stability and warmth. The breath of clear and fresh snow wrapped around his body, and he could calm down any thoughts.

Knowing that he was uneasy, Liang Xiao took Huo Lan's hand and squeezed it: "Don't worry, I will remember to eat well and sleep well when you go back."

Huo Lan held him back and said in a low voice, "Don't play games in the middle of the night."

Liang Xiao: "..."

The two bid farewell, Liang Xiao felt that this kind of line is actually not very suitable for this kind of plot, so he vaguely agreed: "Okay."

Liang Xiao couldn't figure it out: "How did I find out? I was playing secretly while you were working overtime, and the mute was turned on..."

Liang Xiao purposely buried himself in the quilt to pretend to be asleep, tried several times to prevent the light from passing through, and Huo Lan didn't have the habit of checking his cell phone.

With their concentration on Mr. Huo's work, they shouldn't even be able to notice the details of his breathing and heartbeat.

Liang Xiao guessed for a while, but couldn't come up with a clue. For a moment, he almost doubted whether Huo Zong could pinch and count.

Mr. Huo, who can pinch and count, held his hand, remained silent for a while, and said honestly: "When you output, your body will exert force along with it."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Huo Lan didn't dabble in the game. Recently, he tried his best to find the rules and study the operation, but he only learned a few technical terms: "When you wander, you will also—"

Liang Xiao just wanted to slam his head on his shoulder to death: "Okay, needless to say!"

Huo Lan stopped talking politely, his eyes fell on him, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he hugged Liang Xiao into his arms.

Liang Xiao used to play games alone, unconsciously, he didn't dare to imagine himself walking together under the covers, full of despair: "I won't play games anymore..."

"You can play." Huo Lan said softly, "Don't affect your rest."

Liang Xiao shook his head awe-inspiringly, touched the phone with red cheeks, and resolutely deleted the cheating spicy chicken game.

It was quiet outside the window, it was already late.

Liang Xiao lay down on the table and fell asleep. He is still not fully awake yet, so he set a timer for himself to be ambitious, put the phone under the pillow, and leaned back on Huo Lan's shoulder.

Huo Lan raised his arms to hug him, stroked his back: "Go and rest."

"Not sleepy anymore." Liang Xiao was in high spirits, "Will you miss me when you go back?"

Huo Lan's shoulders tensed, and he hugged him more and more, without saying a word.

"I definitely want to." Liang Xiao generously asked him for something, "Leave me a coat, a belt, and a shirt—"

Liang Xiao thought for a while, his ears burned unconsciously, and cheekily said, "Leave two shirts, I wear them to sleep."

Huo Lan was slightly startled when he heard that, and suddenly raised his eyes, staring fixedly at him.

"Just pick the cheap one." Liang Xiao was quite romantic at first, but when he thought about the prices of their Mr. Huo's shirts, his heart ached for a moment, "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare turn over."

Huo Lan never knew that lovers could also do this, so he folded his arms, lowered his head and kissed his eyes: "Okay."

Liang Xiao rubbed against him and discussed in a low voice: "Kiss again for a while?"

Huo Lan whispered: "Can't sleep?"

Liang Xiao still knew how to be embarrassed, his ears were hot, and he lowered his head and let out an "um".

Huo Lan hugged him up and put him on the bed lightly, leaning over to hug him.

Huo Lan's kisses are always restrained and gentle, Liang Xiao especially likes this kind of intimacy, relaxed in the familiar breath of ice and snow, groping for his sleeve, wrapping it twice between his fingers: "That's right."

Huo Lan kissed him delicately, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he responded, "What?"

"I don't know yet." Liang Xiao was wrapped airtight by his pheromones, and his glands, which were mostly recovered, were also faintly agitated. He unbuttoned Mr. Huo with one hand without a trace, and asked softly, panting. Him, "What's your pheromone called?"

Liang Xiao has never thought about this question, but now that he thinks about it, he suddenly feels something is wrong: "When I confessed to you, I told you about my pheromones, but you didn't tell me about yours..."

Huo Lan has always been obsessed with equal exchange, but he skipped such an important question. Liang Xiao instinctively felt that there must be something wrong with it: "What is it?"

Huo Lan's shoulders were slightly stiff, he patted his head, but didn't speak.

Liang Xiao knew that Huo Lan was originally the pheromone of the main tone of cold, but his pheromone "grass color" was extremely rare, and he couldn't even find a similar substitute perfume after searching for so many days.

When things were in a hurry, Xiao Liang Xiao rushed to the battle, maybe Huo Lan would be induced to create some strange subordinates.

Liang Xiao was not at ease, and stopped fighting with Huo Lan's shirt buttons: "Is... very rare?"

Huo Lan was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

Liang Xiao was worried: "Ice Age?!"

"..." It wasn't because it was rare that Huo Lan never talked to him. He rubbed his forehead, unbuttoned his clothes, and pulled Liang Xiao into his arms: "No."

Huo Lan: "It's Feihong."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him.

"Feihong is walking on slush." ​​Huo Lan said softly, "My pheromone is not snow."

Everywhere in life knows what it is like, it should be like Feihong stepping on the mud.

Liang Xiao recited this sentence as a text material, thinking of the young Huo Lan who was checking pheromones by himself at that time, he was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"I remember...does this mean?" Liang Xiao rubbed his neck, rubbed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "The people and things you encounter in your life are like Feihong stepping on the snow. I'm not responsible, I left a footprint and left without thinking about anything..."

"No." Huo Lan said.

Liang Xiao's eyes were still red, he was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed: "No, isn't it?"

"It's Jinghong Zhaoxue." Huo Lan's voice became hoarse, "Feihong has already left traces, Xuexue is not good enough, we can't find him."

Huo Lan pressed his lips to the center of his brow, closed his eyes, and said word by word: "You will not ignore me. If you want to leave, it will only be for my own good."

Liang Xiao suddenly paused for breath, his eyes burned, he closed his eyes and smiled, "Five points will be deducted for tampering with idioms and talking about ancient poems."

"I'll buckle it all for you." Huo Lan propped his shoulders, "Liang Xiao."

Liang Xiao couldn't control it: "Here."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao has now grown enough to deduct five points for Huo Lan, but he can't figure out when his conditioned reflex will be better, so he is very worried: "How much did you train me at that time—"

Huo Lan: "I like you."

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, but there was no sound.

They, Mr. Huo, have always been clumsy at expressing their sincerity in this kind of matter. The closest to being straightforward at the reception, they also skipped steps and jumped directly to "Mr. Liang likes me too".

Probably because they were about to separate, and they also had a premonition during the susceptible period, so they approached the door in advance.

Liang Xiao heard him say this for the first time, blushing and heart beating for a long time, seeing that Huo Lan wanted to say more, suddenly raised his hand and pressed his mouth firmly: "Wait a minute."

Huo Lan was slightly taken aback.

Liang Xiao slid out from under him, jumped off the bed vigorously and rushed to the edge of the sofa, turned on the recording function of the phone and started recording in one go: "Okay, let's talk."

Huo Lan was stunned in the air: "..."

Liang Xiao slipped back into his arms, holding up the mobile phone, his gaze was earnest.

Huo Lan pressed his forehead hard, held his hand, and moved away the mobile phone that was handed to his mouth to act as a microphone: "I will talk to you often in the future."

"I like you." Huo Lan held Liang Xiao's head and neck, and kissed delicately, from eyebrows to ears, "It will last for a long time."

Liang Xiao unconsciously grinned his mouth, so hot that he couldn't think of leaving, he stuttered to interview: "How many, how long?"

Huo Lan closed his eyes and said softly, "It's been so long that it has been engraved into a sentence as our epitaph."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, his nose suddenly soured hard.

He suddenly felt a little grateful that Alpha's susceptibility period had been set.

Huo Lan, a young man who was left behind by him in the south of the Yangtze River all those years ago and walked alone amidst countless conspiracies and turmoil, has been sealed up by time and has been waiting for him.

Eye sockets are hot as they say, Liang Xiao took a deep breath to hold back the tears, nodded: "Engrave... engrave it."

Liang Xiao sniffed and grinned: "It can't be carved, it's much better than slush claws."

Huo Lan met his gaze and smiled slightly.

Liang Xiao liked Huo Lan's smile so much, he wiped his eyes vigorously and raised his head, and found out from Huo Lan's eyebrows the appearance of the boy back then: "Say it again, I won't record it."

Huo Lan was stunned for a moment, then said softly, "I like you..."

"I like you too." Liang Xiao kissed his eyes, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and pulled Huo Lan together, "Don't be an actor when you grow up. OK, I'll go find you."

Huo Lan suddenly understood what he was talking about, his chest throbbed violently, and he closed his eyes forcefully: "Okay."

"Go back and inherit your family business, as well as your 320 villa with seven keys."

Liang Xiaohu scratched his head: "Take care of your family's Feiyang Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd., I still have to rely on their family for help..."

Liang Xiao read it twice, vaguely feeling something was wrong: "Wait a minute, why is this pharmaceutical industry—"

"..." Huo Lan: "OK."

Liang Xiao nodded, still wanting to ask: "Pharmaceutical—"

Huo Lan tensed his shoulders, lowered his head and kissed him.

Liang Xiao was so dizzy from being kissed, he forgot the naming issue of Feiyang Pharmaceutical, and softened into a puddle: "There are more."

Liang Xiao swallowed, and rubbed his arms into his arms: "Start your company Xingguan Films... You can look for it, there is a man named Liang Xiao, who was the little liar who lied to you back then."

Huo Lan said in a hoarse voice, "I remember."

"You pick him up early, let him go to your company, and earn money for you."

Liang Xiao closed his eyes, and rubbed against the material of his shirt: "He is stubborn, but he misses you too."

Huo Lan's arms were almost trembling, he tightened his embrace, and hugged Liang Xiao to his chest: "Okay."

"I found it, don't worry about what he said, don't be polite to him, just knock him out and carry him home."

Liang Xiao focused on coaxing him, and gently shook Huo Lan in his arms: "He doesn't want to be innocent, he wants you."

Huo Lan couldn't speak, his chest heaved several times and buried himself in Liang Xiao's neck.

Liang Xiao hugged him and dragged Huo Lan into the quilt together, kissing him repeatedly.

He knew how much Huo Lan cared, and also how much Huo Lan couldn't get over it.

When Huo Lang confessed, Liang Xiao was still dizzy with fever and unconscious. He only held on to one thought not to allow Huo Lan to blame himself, and didn't have time to ask too many things.

After waking up completely, and gradually connecting with the past, Liang Xiao has been thinking about it all the time, wanting to hug the young Huo Lan who was left in the Jiangnan time.

Frost knife and snow sword, walking on the ice and facing the abyss, the young Huo Lan walked over desperately, and came to pick him up and go home.

Now it was Liang Xiao's turn to pick him up.

Liang Xiao opened his arms, hugged him generously, and stroked his hair: "Are you still regretful?"

"No." Huo Lan choked up, "I'll buy you Longtao."

Liang Xiao: "..."

The young Huo Lan grew up a little too fast, and Liang Xiao didn't even know how to respond for a while: "...Oh."

Huo Lan put him back on the bed, kissed him very solemnly, and went out to tell people to prepare for the morning flight.