President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

The next morning, when Huo Lan was leaving, Liang Xiao specially asked for a leave from the crew.

Compared with Mr. Huo, who was always strict and restrained, Mr. Liang was undoubtedly more relaxed. He unceremoniously dragged Huo Lan's ink all the way, and buttoned two buttons of a tie.

Mr. Huo's face looked a lot better after coaxing them smoothly.

"When you get home, tell me."

Liang Xiao took out a collar button that he had prepared earlier, and fastened it to Mr. Huo who had been dismantled into pieces: "Report that you are safe when you land."

Since there was only one person in the nanny car, Liang Xiao was not polite, and rubbed against his neck: "If you are tired, send me a message to chat, and I will watch the phone after the show, and don't turn it on mute."

Huo Lan listened quietly, stretched out his arms to embrace Liang Xiao, and learned from him word by word: "Tell me after the show, and send me a message if you miss home."

Liang Xiao happily nodded and agreed: "Okay."

"Just in time, "New Year's Eve" should premiere tonight."

Liang Xiao counted the time, teased him with a smile, stretched out his hand to talk to Mr. Huo's head: "Forget if you're busy, if you have time, please help me contribute to the ratings..."

Huo Lan lowered his head slightly, and let him rub it randomly: "There is no you in the first episode."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao didn't expect this, and opened his mouth: "Oh."

Liang Xiao tried his best to think about it: "It's okay, the two episodes are simulcast, and the second half of the second episode should come out, I'll go back and watch the first few minutes..."

Huo Lan: "Seventeen minutes and 24 seconds."

Liang Xiao raised his head in astonishment, touched Huo Lan's forehead, and then carefully touched his own.

"Before the samples were submitted for review, Xingguan was given a copy."

The housekeeper was at the side, making a small report for Mr. Liang: "If you need it, we also have an edited version, a summary version of deleted shots, a white noise version for work without lines, and a high-definition version with slow playback of details..."

Caught off guard by being betrayed by the butler, Huo Lan frowned and turned around, his expression darkened.

The housekeeper was used to heavy wind and snow, so he calmly wiped off the small icicles on the top of his head, and looked at Liang Xiao: "I'll wait for the results of the MV production competition from the marketing department to come out, and I will share with you the top three works. "

Liang Xiao was stunned for a while, looked at Huo Lan, tried his best to press the corner of his mouth a few times, but still couldn't help but lift it up: "...OK."

Huo Lang didn't want them to say this casually outside, and just about to reprimand him with a deep voice, Liang Xiao had already nodded to the housekeeper reliably, and turned back Mr. Huo's head in time: "Does it look good?"

"..." Huo Lan's whole body was exhausted, and he kept quiet, letting him hold his head in both hands: "It looks good."

Liang Xiao happily said, "How good-looking is it?"

Huo Lan has watched those scenes many times, and he knows almost every detail better than Liang Xiao himself. After being chased by him so much, he didn't bother to question the housekeeper, and his ears almost felt a little hot.

However, Liang Xiao still wanted to hear it very much, so he held him expectantly and did not let go: "Is it interesting? Is it handsome? Does it make you want to carry it home..."

Huo Lan said in a low voice, "I really want to."

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, but didn't say anything after that.

The evaluation was too high, Liang Xiao rarely blushed, touched his head, bowed his head and smiled.

"It's brilliant..." Huo Lan lowered his eyes and clasped his hands, "It's very dazzling, it can shine."

Liang Xiao was a little confused by the praise, grinned happily for a while, and tried his best to be humble: "Generally, I haven't played particularly well..."

Liang Xiao tugged Huo Lan, and whispered to him with red ears: "Then you miss me, remember to watch TV."

Huo Lan nodded lightly: "You miss me—"

Huo Lan paused for a moment, failing to draw inferences from Liang Xiao's example, unconsciously clenched his fists and frowned.

Liang Xiao had an idea: "I just watch the financial news."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

The butler sighed and helped to open the car door: "Mr. Huo, we're at the airport."

The heat has just gone down, Liang Xiao is not suitable to run to the airport to see people off, stay in the car, Yin Yin waved his hand for a long time at Mr. Huo who turned his head three times.

The flight time was set early, and Liang Xiao returned to the set just in time for his role.

"There's no need to hurry."

Director Jin heard that he sent someone to the airport, so he roughly guessed what was going on: "Is the status okay? If not, we will shoot again in the afternoon."

"It doesn't matter." Liang Xiao smiled, "We have agreed that it won't affect our work."

Jin Zhenbo took a closer look at his spirit, nodded without saying much, and handed over the script to the assistant director in charge of the next scene.

The plot was filmed alternately. The weather has been fine recently, which is suitable for filming palace scenes with red bricks and glazed tiles. The crew's studio has also moved back to the expensive palace complex.

"This section is about you avoiding the pursuit of the hidden guards. You were blocked a few times, and it was simply dark under the lights. Huashan entered the palace all the way."

Jin Zhenbo asked someone to adjust the equipment, and told him the play himself: "You have returned to this place, you are already familiar with it here, and you can walk clearly with your eyes closed."

Liang Xiao was surrounded by makeup artists and nodded.

"But things are different and people are different." Director Jin said, "You recognize the palace, the people and scenery inside have changed."

"It's like...the place is still the same place, but the people you are familiar with are no longer here, and of course all the familiar things have been removed and emptied."

Jin Zhenbo recently discussed his experience of talking about dramas with director Song Qi, who is also the best director. It was rare for him to be patient, so he deliberately spoke in detail: "Can you find the feeling?"

"..." Liang Xiao raised his head, looked at the upright director, and pulled out the knives stabbed in his chest one by one: "Yes."

Director Jin was very satisfied, and nodded: "You can experience it yourself."

Liang Xiao experienced it for a while, and suddenly couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Huo Lan had just boarded the plane, Liang Xiao hadn't had time to think about it, but now that the director mentioned it, he couldn't help worrying about how the suite would be cleaned up.

In fact, he doesn't have a lot of luggage, and it won't take up much space if he packs it all. If it is really emptied...

...that was too bleak.

It's better to ask the agent to help contact the hotel to see if it is possible to rebook a thrifty standard room.

Liang Xiao pressed his thoughts, didn't get distracted, and cooperated with the makeup artist to turn his head sideways.

Director Jin asked himself to appear in the center of the actors' field of vision, and followed him around: "There are no lines in this section, and it all depends on action language and expression language to pursue the inner drama. There will be a lot of close-up shots, so you need to find the right feeling."

Liang Xiao thought for a while: "Okay."

Jin Zhenbo: "I will hang Wia, and take good protection."

"Understood." Liang Xiao smiled, "Thank you."

Jin Zhenbo was always satisfied with his sense of drama, so he didn't say any more nonsense, nodded, put away the script and left the dressing room.

After a whole day's play, Liang Xiao returned to the sidelines, and there were already several unread messages from Mr. Huo saved on his phone.

"It should be fine, I just want to tell you when I get home."

Duan Ming kept watching for him, and handed over the phone: "I specifically told you to concentrate on filming, so you don't need to rush back."

Liang Xiao had been running around on the roof for a whole day. Not long after he came down, he was still shaking a bit, so he wiped his hands and took it over: "When did you send it?"

"It didn't take long." Duan Ming asked him to hold the phone in both hands, and helped him remove the cloth strips from his body, "I guess I have a lot of business in the company, so I just got home."

Wia's clothes had already been taken off, Duan Ming couldn't help but frowned again seeing the blush stained from his close-fitting clothes.

Liang Xiao didn't take it seriously, and quickly replied to Mr. Huo's message with his hands, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously: "It's okay, I have thin skin and tender flesh..."

Duan Ming frowned: "Isn't the ribs expanding?"

Liang Xiao: "..."

After Liang Xiao finished replying to the message, he put down his phone: "No, this is the glory of Omega."

It's not that Liang Xiao's ribs are in conflict with Wia, Omega is born with good skin, no matter how hard she tosses, she won't get tanned or rough.Back then, when I was running on the set in summer, and was exposed to the high temperature of [-] degrees for a day, the visual effect was almost outstanding among a group of miners.

Correspondingly, this kind of work that inevitably involves being strangled and dragged around, no matter how well protected it is, it will still cause some injuries to some extent.

When shooting film and television, omega actors will usually find a relatively thin beta stand-in to act as a substitute. Not only is it because they are afraid of suffering because of playing big names, but they also have physical limitations.

"As long as you wear two more clothes underneath, it won't be worn down like this."

Duan Ming watched it so many times, but he still wasn't used to it. He dragged Liang Xiao to remove his make-up and change his clothes, and couldn't help but hurt him: "Your road to success is really paved with flesh and blood..."

Liang Xiao knew that he was not pleasing to the eye, so he thumped his manager's back with a smile.

Duan Ming didn't calm down, and stuffed him into the changing room, still couldn't help nagging: "When I was a stand-in before, I didn't work so hard."

"Stand-in's requirements are not high." Ancient costumes are difficult to put on and take off. Liang Xiao struggled to unbutton the buckle and explained to him, "For the actors I'm replacing, it's just right to stuff two pieces of clothes..."

When I was a stand-in before, the requirements were relatively low. In order to get close to the original actor's body shape, I often had the opportunity to put clothes on it.

The production of "Cloud Flag" took the path of great art, and the camera directors were all from the film crew, and a lot of thought was spent on everything from the scenery to the costumes and props.Even without Dao Jin's request to raise the boat, Liang Xiao himself couldn't help but strive for perfection.

The phone rang twice, Liang Xiao unbuttoned the button, and quickly opened the message to check.

"News from Mr. Huo?" Duan Ming couldn't get angry with him, so he found a chair for him to sit down, "What did you say?"

Liang Xiao watched it for a long time, but couldn't hold it back, and raised the corner of his mouth: "He said he was watching TV."

Duan Ming: "Huh?"

"Brother Duan, you don't understand." Liang Xiao skillfully accepted "Appreciation and Discussion on the Cloud Lian in <Sui Chu" ([-])" and saved it in a confidential folder, "This is fun."

"..." Duan Ming didn't intend to save him anymore, he went over to get the medicine box, "Okay."

There were no lines to memorize in these few days' plays, Liang Xiao was worried that he had nothing to do, so he happily replied two messages to Huo Lan, and put his phone aside.

The strength of the wire this time is better than last time, it hangs for a long time, but there are not many episodes of spinning and jumping, and the worn parts are not seriously injured.

Liang Xiao took off his outer clothes with great difficulty, looked at the blood stained area, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pulled the clothes away.

Duan Ming just washed his hands, took a bottle of mineral water, and prepared to help him soak it up: "..."

Duan Ming: "Did losing Mr. Huo make you so much stronger?"

Liang Xiao was dizzy and was dying, dripping down: "Q..."

"AQ, stop talking, shut up and rest for a while."

Duan Ming finished speaking for him, picked him up and put him back in the chair, squatted down to disinfect the wound.

Liang Xiao was exhausted and paralyzed, touched the phone and looked at it again, picked up the chat records, and flipped through them.

"Go back and deal with it yourself."

Duan Ming put the Band-Aid on him: "Is there anything else? I'll tell the crew if it's okay, and I'll call a car to pick it up."

Liang Xiao hesitated a little: "It's okay..."

Duan Ming: "But?"

But when Liang Xiao thought of the empty presidential suite, he felt a little desolate, and he didn't really want to go back, so he whispered to his manager: "How about we add a night show?"

Duan Ming glanced at him incredulously, lowered his head, and checked the thermometer in the medicine box.

"Just talking." Liang Xiao held him down in time, and sat up with his clothes covered, "I'll go and see, maybe someone needs me to help recite the lines."

"Who dares to use you..." Duan Ming couldn't help complaining about him, halfway through his words, he suddenly realized and looked up at Liang Xiao.

Liang Xiao was still studying the two pieces of Band-Aids, and after a while he lifted his clothes to have a look, hugged himself distressedly, lowered his head and blew on the Band-Aids with great effort.

Duan Ming couldn't bear to talk about him, and sighed: "Go."

The night show of the crew has always been harmonious, and the progress is not very fast. Many people chat together in twos and threes, and the pastries purchased during the day that cannot be stored for a long time will be processed before midnight.

Director Jin is not often around at night, and the production director has always been relaxed, and the actors waiting for the show are also much more relaxed than during the day.

It was rare for Liang Xiao to participate in a tea party, holding a cup full of snacks stuffed over him, he couldn't help being curious: "Why not use a model?"

"A set of models costs [-]." The production director smiled and gave him hibiscus puff pastry and osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake. "It's only [-] for dim sum."

The financial supervisor next to him sighed: "But we filmed more than a hundred scenes..."

The production director smiled calmly: "Do you want it?"

"..." Financial Supervisor: "Yes."

The production director calmly distributed two chestnut yokans to him, patted Liang Xiao on the shoulder, and added an extra piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the new member who shared the spoils.

The filming work is intense, and the staff and actors at the night show are already working hard, so they are much more motivated if they can add a meal, and they chat together happily.

"Isn't it the premiere of "New Year's Eve" today?"

The production director and Director Jin took turns, just watched those two episodes, and praised Liang Xiao with a smile: "It's better than expected, maybe I can win the best supporting actor."

Liang Xiao smiled: "You have praised me..."

"Really." The young actor next to him was also in the fan group, excitedly raised his hand and interjected, "#我贵多云派Please must come to lie to me#, the Internet is maxed out."

The premiere has created momentum, and there will be many leading actors in the hot searches.Jiang Pingchao and Meng Feibai's Brother Collision, and Su Man's Whip all have their names on the trending searches, and the popularity is certain.

Liang Xiao was roughly prepared, smiled, and thanked politely.

"Long Tao probably didn't expect that when he sold you out, you would become a blockbuster right away."

The production director didn't have a deep understanding of the inside story, so he couldn't help but sigh: "The bright pearl casts secretly, you are really buried with them."

"How could it be so simple." The assistant director, who had a lot of melons, happened to come over to get some snacks, and interrupted after hearing this, "Long Tao didn't just bury him, he just hid him in the snow... Later, seeing that he changed jobs to Xingguan and improved, and I feel hot-eyed, and I still chase after death."

The assistant director handed Liang Xiao a bottle of hot coffee: "Did you and Long Tao have any trouble back then? Why did they target you like this?"

Liang Xiao just came to relax, and being caught off guard became the center of the topic, so he smiled helplessly: "There are some contradictions."

"Is there such a thing?" The production director frowned, "Do we need to ask our contacts for help? Has it been solved?"

"..." Liang Xiao thought about what President Huo said, and coughed: "It's resolved."

"Don't be careless, you have to hit seven inches when you hit a snake, or they will have to probe next time." The production director has been in the circle for a long time, and taught him experience, "To deal with things, we must solve the problem from the root."

Liang Xiao nodded cautiously: "It's very rooted..."

The production director saw that he was really confident, so he stopped asking more questions, and instead reminded: "Aren't you on good terms with Mr. Xingguan Huo? You usually walk around and say hello, and send more messages during New Years and holidays."

Liang Xiao nodded honestly: "Okay."

The production director really admired him, patted Liang Xiao on the shoulder, clicked to stop, and led people to watch the next scene.

The crew was in order, and the young actors were all shameless and courageous, holding the script and memorizing it hard, without external intervention and assistance.

Liang Xiao really didn't have anything to do, he walked around the set, returned with a full bag of snacks and drinks, and got on the car back to the hotel.

Duan Ming was waiting for him in the car, startled: "Are there so many benefits for getting off work late? What did the production director tell you?"

Liang Xiao pondered: "Let me send more messages to Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming: "!!"

Duan Ming didn't expect the production director to see it so thoroughly, so he thought for a while: "Then... you should post more."

Duan Mingqian could see that his mind was not guarded when he returned to his eyes immediately after the scene, and then he felt uncomfortable, so he stuffed the blanket over: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't hold it back."

Liang Xiao froze for a moment: "Is it so obvious?"

Duan Ming deliberately found a mirror for him, and glanced at Liang Xiao: "What are you trying to do?"

Liang Xiao read the chat history several times, put down the phone, and coughed lightly, a little embarrassed: "I want to see if I can change the room..."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment, and checked his phone to confirm: "We didn't pay for the hotel, Mr. Huo has their black gold card, two months stay in off-season and two months free."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Duan Ming didn't know why he suddenly wanted to change rooms, raised his hand and shook in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking?"

Liang Xiao murmured: "Evil capitalism..."

Duan Ming didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's okay." Liang Xiao cheered up and asked again, "Are we in the gift period now? You won't be given money when you return the room?"

"It was originally a discount, so I definitely won't give it."

Duan Ming shook his head: "Actually, the general environment has been depressed recently, and their family's location is so biased. They used to rely on the crew to start work for food, but now they are all starving."

Considering the burden of expenses, the crew will choose relatively cheap board and lodging arrangements. This kind of five-star hotel is idling during the depression period of the industry, and it loses money every day.

This year's film and television industry was caught off guard by the cold winter. Except for large-scale and well-established film and television companies such as Xingguan, which are still making steady progress, it is easy for related industries to lose money.Longtao has too many internal short positions. Although bankruptcy mergers and acquisitions are huge, they are not an exception in the industry.

"The money will not be refunded, but the room should be changed." Duan Ming thought for a while, "Are you uncomfortable living alone? Are you afraid of getting emotional? Let me tell the hotel..."

Liang Xiao was categorical: "No change."

Duan Ming smacked his lips and put down his phone.

"It can't be changed." Liang Xiao will not suffer any disadvantages, and Dayi shook his head awe-inspiringly, "Let me cry and live in the presidential suite alone, I don't want to be emotional."

Duan Ming watched him for a long time, couldn't help but let out a laugh, and punched him on the shoulder.

……

Just kidding, Mr. Huo took away a lot of people, no matter how you count, it did free up a lot of rooms.

Although there are some bodyguards and assistants left behind, they have always been like NPCs, and it is rare to be able to chat with Liang Xiao.

Liang Xiao had already discussed with Duan Ming and asked his manager and assistant to move here together.Duan Ming thought it was troublesome, so he didn't intend to agree at first, but after thinking about it now, he couldn't bear it: "You'll be desolate for a night, and I'll take Xiaogong there tomorrow to be your companion."

Liang Xiao's eyes lit up, and he nodded.

"If you're bored, come to us." Duan Ming asked his assistant to watch over him, followed Liang Xiao out of the car, and accompanied him back to the suite, "If you can't sleep, call Mr. Huo."

Liang Xiao swiped his card to open the door, and smiled: "Okay..."

He was startled suddenly, his voice paused, and he looked in with his head.

Duan Ming held a bunch of snacks for him, but couldn't see: "What's wrong?"

Liang Xiao rubbed his eyes, opened the door and entered the living room, and took a closer look.

When he was sending Huo Lan away in the morning, he was still sleepy and confused, and he was worried that he would not let go of the scene, so he floated into the car with his eyes closed, and didn't pay attention to the changes in the room.

All the way back, he was still trying to prepare himself mentally in advance.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Duan Ming was a little worried, and frowned: "What's wrong? What changed—"

Liang Xiao took a deep breath, blinked back the embarrassment in his eyes, and smiled: "Nothing has changed."

Duan Ming was stunned: "Huh?"

Liang Xiao looked at the living room which was still crammed, pushed away the side sleeper, and turned on the light.

Huo Lan didn't take anything away, not only did he not take anything away, he even tried his best to arrange everything for him, even the pajamas were neatly folded on the bedside.

Liang Xiao opened the closet to have a look, but was not too surprised to find that his pajamas were taken away meticulously by Mr. Huo in exchange.

Liang Xiao held on to the closet door, couldn't help imagining the picture of Mr. Huo sleeping in his pajamas, and quickly extinguished it: "Impossible..."

Duan Ming was also stunned by the situation in the room for a long time. He almost thought that Huo Lan hadn't left yet, so he checked the flight information: "What's impossible?"

"It's too exciting." Liang Xiao couldn't bear to poison his mind, "Brother Duan, is there any change in the bathroom?"

"No..." Duan Ming looked inside, "Yes."

Liang Xiao froze for a moment: "What?"

Duan Ming went in, took out a little yellow duck that rang when pinched, and put it on his head.

Liang Xiao: "..."

"There is another row, all next to the bathtub." Duan Ming said, "Is this your dream?"

In fact, Liang Xiao himself can't remember very clearly. He can vaguely remember that he had a relationship with the young Huo Lan when he was a child. He cleared his throat, took it down and squeezed it: "For... yes."

Liang Xiao rummaged through the closet and found an unopened Monopoly flying chess set.

An extra dart board was hung on the door of the side sleeper, and a box of colorful darts was placed on the table.

The snack box was stacked on the corner of the table for him. Apart from the kinds of candies he was used to, there were also many snacks from his childhood memories.

Liang Xiao suddenly figured out what was going on, and quickly went out to open the master bedroom, and sure enough, he found a game console on the table.

Duan Ming suddenly had a headache: "This is too doting..."

Liang Xiao looked at the sticky notes Huo Lan left on the table, and took a deep breath: "I urged him to buy them when I was young, and he felt that he was a loser...and he didn't agree."

Liang Xiao couldn't hold back, rubbed his eyes randomly twice, and hugged the game console in his arms for a while.

Duan Ming didn't expect there to be such a relationship, he was stunned for a moment, and his voice became softer: "Mr. Huo still left a note?"

Liang Xiao's nasal voice was disappointing: "Yes."

Duan Ming said softly, "What did you say?"

Liang Xiao: "Let me only play for 10 minutes a day."

Duan Ming: "..."

Strict requirements did not affect the touch of the past, Liang Xiao took the game console, searched half a circle of treasures in the house with great interest, and returned to the room satisfied with the gifts and notes he found.

"Boss Huo thinks too much."

Duan Ming looked at Liang Xiao's plastic whistle around his neck, couldn't resist picking it up, stuffed it into his mouth and held it in his mouth: "You can look it up tomorrow, maybe there are more."

Liang Xiao saved up a thick stack of sticky notes, and happily blew his whistle: "Yes."

"I have received all the receipts, and I will write a letter to Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming helped him pull the quilt on the bed, and spread it flat: "Mr. Huo is probably waiting for you to find a surprise."

I don't know when it was cleaned up.

Duan Ming didn't see these when he came here in the morning, and seeing these two enjoying themselves in love, he couldn't bear to hurt him: "You drew all night, what did you draw for Mr. Huo?"

Liang Xiao felt that his gift in return must be worthy of the gifts in this room: "Geometry Olympiad problem."

"..." Duan Ming: "Huh?"

"Purely hand-painted."

Liang Xiao clenched his fists: "I searched for them on purpose. They are all the ones with particularly beautiful patterns. There is a function that calculates them to be heart-shaped."

Duan Ming regretted buying him a compass set: "...Oh."

Duan Ming took a deep breath, a little weak: "Then you hurry...send a message to Mr. Huo."

After all, once the news is sent out late, Mr. Huo opened Mr. Liang's gift with full expectation in advance. Tomorrow, Huo's house may become a crystal clear castle under the sun.

Liang Xiao hadn't recovered from being moved, holding the game console and flipping through the phone absently, played several times but was not satisfied, and deleted word by word: "No... the grammar is too broken."

In order to surprise him, Huo Lan obviously prepared for more than a day or two.

If there is no accident, there is no need to leave early to return to Beijing, he should rush into the master bedroom with the little yellow duck on his whistle and give them Mr. Huo a love.

Liang Xiao felt that news like "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" is not worthy of such a well-prepared surprise, and urgently needs the support of his agent's literary literacy: "How do I post it?"

"Just say you received the gift, you are very happy and touched, and—"

Duan Ming had a terrible headache, he pressed his temples to give him a trick, he lifted the quilt while talking, and suddenly froze for a moment.

Liang Xiaofei quickly typed into the input box and happily followed him: "What else?"

The manager frowned, thought carefully about the subtle sense of disobedience, opened the door again, and walked around to the master bedroom.

When Liang Xiao himself chatted with Mr. Huo, he always did what he wanted, said what he thought of, and couldn't continue such a formal thank you, so he chased after him tirelessly: "And then, what else?"

"and also……"

Duan Ming couldn't figure it out, he turned around ponderingly: "Where are all your pillows?"