President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

In the room Mr. Huo left behind before he left, Mr. Liang got the dreams, memories and wishes of the whole boy.

Lost all pillows.

"Where there is gain, there is loss." Duan Ming patted him on the shoulder, "Is it true that you sold it?"

Liang Xiao was wronged by June Feixue, so he raised a boy's water gun and attacked the manager.

Duan Ming wiped the water off his face, opened the closet, and searched carefully.

From the master bedroom to the side sleeper, there are all kinds of bathing utensils and bedding, and even extra thoughtful preparations, including several handles to ensure safety when using the bathtub alone.

Only the pillows were mysteriously missing, not a single one was left.

"Who would take this thing...even if I leave one for you."

Duan Ming was a little confused, and flipped through his phone: "I want another one from the hotel?"

Liang Xiao looked at the time: "It's too late, no need."

During this period of time, he slept on Mr. Huo's pillow, and he didn't use the pillow very much. After thinking about it carefully for a long time, he couldn't arouse any impression: "Maybe the pillow group is dissatisfied with my long-term neglect, rose up and left the bed... "

Duan Ming: "...tomorrow the hotel will ask what's going on, can I explain it this way?"

Liang Xiao coughed and shut up in time.

Duan Ming really couldn't figure it out, and he stopped wasting his mind: "Forget it, I'll contact the other side tomorrow to ask if Mr. Huo packed the luggage wrongly."

The butler is responsible for sending Liang Xiao and Huo Lan to the airport this morning. The captain of the bodyguard is responsible for packing up the suite. If you want to ask about luggage, you should probably contact the bodyguard team.

Duan Ming found the Huo Zhai work exchange group, clicked on it to search: "How about your thank you letter to Mr. Huo?"

Liang Xiao: "It's sent."

Duan Ming was stunned: "What happened?"

"I received a gift, I really like it, I'm so happy, I was so moved that I cried..."

Liang Xiao read to him: "And where are my pillows?"

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming had a toothache, pressed the button, and took a deep breath: "...Blame me."

Before leaving, the butler warned repeatedly that Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang had developed a brand-new communication model, which they could not easily get involved in.

Duan Ming was careless for a while and didn't listen to the old man's words. Now it's too late to regret it: "Isn't it a thank you, why are you asking Mr. Huo?"

Liang Xiao was quite embarrassed: "In case Mr. Huo is reluctant and wants to take some souvenirs about me away, he happened to pick the pillow..."

How bold and prolific Liang Xiaoren was, his ears were hot, and he held his chest up and held his head up: "When I ask this question, I hide one-tenth of the fun in the seven-point touch and two-nine-tenth joy."

Duan Ming was startled by his plausible fan-shaped statistical chart, he opened his mouth but didn't say anything, and touched Liang Xiao's forehead.

Liang Xiao felt that his speculation was quite reasonable, and moved away the manager's hand: "Isn't it right?"

"……Correct."

Duan Ming: "Let's talk about the uprising."

Comparing one of the two, the logic and possibility of realization of the Pillow Uprising are obviously slightly better.

Liang Xiao became furious and threw the agent out of the room with a water gun.

"It should be that the communication was wrong when packing things, and Mr. Huo's assistant team made a mistake."

Duan Ming rolled up a few bags of snacks quickly, and leaned half his body through the door frame: "I'll contact there tomorrow morning to make sure, you have a good rest, if you really can't do it, take the bed quilt and roll it up, be careful not to stiff your neck..."

Duan Ming quickly dodged a jet of water, closed the door for him, and left downstairs.

Liang Xiao regretfully missed the last blow, held his breath in the living room for a long time, regretfully retracted the gun, and went back to lie on his side.

There was no movement on the phone, probably because it was too late and Huo Lan had already rested.

Liang Xiao flipped through the phone for a while, then flipped back through the few messages, read them word by word, and clicked on the bookmarked character appreciation.

The light on the side bed is warm and warm, and it has been stuffed more than usual.

Liang Xiao saved up a stack of post-it notes, and carefully aligned and pasted them around the head of the bed along the line from when he was about to eat to when he was going to sleep well.

Lying on the bed, Liang Xiao looked up at the sticky notes one by one, turned over several times, accidentally pulled the wound between his ribs, took a breath, and rubbed it with his hands.

Huo Lan's shirts were still in the closet, and the ones left were all extra soft and comfortable casual styles, neatly stacked up in a row.

Burying one head in, you can still smell the cool breath of fresh snow.

Liang Xiao pressed his ribs and jumped out of bed, squatted in the closet and compared his heart to heart, thinking that the scene of their boss Huo burying his face in the pillow is not so impossible to appear.

……

It is not very likely to appear.

Liang Xiao tried his best to imagine for a while, but in the end he couldn't let his imagination run free. He yawned, closed the phone and put it close to his body.

Even if there is no pillow, the problem is not too serious.

Liang Xiao has always been easy to do, washed up with the little yellow duck, hugged Mr. Huo's pajamas into a ball, and fell asleep on his pillow.

Huo Zhai.

"...That's probably what happened."

The captain of the bodyguard dragged the butler to the corner and lowered his voice: "Which blind person is in charge of cleaning up and taking back all Mr. Liang's pillows?!"

Before coming back, he packed his luggage, Mr. Huo specifically told him that he didn't have much to bring.The captain of the bodyguard has always been wondering why there is a big deviation in the number and volume of luggage.

In a moment of carelessness, something like this went wrong.

The captain of the bodyguard hasn't found out who did it until now, and the more he thinks about it, the more angry he gets: "Mr. Huo has to investigate! His agent contacted me today, and I didn't know why we brought so many cars!"

The butler sighed and looked at him inexplicably.

The captain of the bodyguard was inexplicably looked at by him: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." The housekeeper asked, "Did you tell Mr. Huo?"

The captain of the bodyguard: "I told you! How can you hide this kind of thing from Mr. Huo?"

The housekeeper finally knew how the snow in the bedroom came this morning, took a deep breath, and pressed his head: "Then you—"

The butler lowered his head and glanced at the suitcase at the captain's feet: "...it's all right."

This is not the first time that the captain of the bodyguard has been transferred to be in charge of the peripheral area. He felt that it should be a normal job transfer. To put it bluntly, it’s filling your pockets! Why do you bring a pillow back when you have nothing to do?”

The two stood not far from the study room, but the housekeeper made a timely move and tightly covered the mouth of the captain of the bodyguard.

"Maybe it's sold!"

The captain of the bodyguard was steadfast and unyielding, and finished with effort: "Pillows in five-star hotels are also very valuable now. If they are sold, we must track down the market..."

"No need to track down." The housekeeper had a headache and dragged him away, "There are none in the market."

The captain of the bodyguard was stunned: "Where is it all? Who took it back?"

housekeeper:"……"

They were all placed in Mr. Huo's bedroom, neatly lined up in a military posture.If Mr. Huo feels that today's work is done well, he will pick one out of them and stay together for 5 minutes.

The housekeeper couldn't say anything, so he held his forehead and remained silent for a while: "I took it."

The captain of the bodyguard looked at him in horror: "What are you doing with this?"

The housekeeper didn't know either, but the housekeeper was so loyal that he said: "The assistant team bought a vacuum compressor... I'm eager for skills."

The captain of the bodyguard did not expect his decades-old partner to be this kind of person, and stared at him incredulously: "You just compressed all Mr. Liang's pillows back? You even left one for him?!"

The butler asked Mr. Huo the same way at the time, but the scene of Mr. Huo peeling walnuts in the snow in silence and anger was too soft-hearted, and the butler couldn't help it.

The housekeeper had contacted the hotel this morning, bought all the pillows brought back with the discount of the black card member, and informed the hotel to replace a batch of new ones for Mr. Liang as soon as possible.Looking at the captain of the bodyguard who was still dazed and making trouble, he had a terrible headache and sent him downstairs with his luggage.

Today the villa is exceptionally clean, and there are very few staff walking around.

The two pushed and pushed to the door, only to realize something was wrong when they saw the movement outside.

The housekeeper didn't care about throwing the person out, let go of his hand, and frowned: "What's going on? Where did you send it?"

"Separation..." The person in charge of the periphery responded in a low voice, "We don't know where to put them, and we can't pile them up at the door like this."

Except for the few years when Huo's family had an accident, it has never been in such a situation since then. The person in charge of the periphery was in a dilemma, and whispered: "It is said that the Ching Ming Festival is coming, and I came to give it to the husband and wife, so I have to accept it..."

The butler said coldly: "Since it is for Mr. and Mrs., please send it to the cemetery properly, sweep and pay homage. Mr. Huo will also go in the afternoon."

The person in charge was a little embarrassed: "If someone sends it again——"

"If you send it again, let them send it to the cemetery!" The captain of the bodyguard regained his composure, and reprimanded in a deep voice, "Why are you sending Huo Zhai?"

The person in charge said: "We persuaded them, they said that we are all a family, broken bones and connected tendons, sending home is also mourning..."

"I don't know how to grieve, but the seniority of each relative is quite clear... Now they are all Mr. Huo's elders again."

The housekeeper took the gift list and flipped through it, his face darkened, and he was about to speak when he was caught by the figure coming downstairs: "Mr. Huo."

The butler threw the gift slip away, called someone in a low voice, and prepared to move everything away as soon as possible.

Huo Lan's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to be bothered by the flower paper fruit basket in front of him: "Come with the car in the afternoon, and I'll send you off later. They will all be transferred to the cemetery."

The person in charge nodded quickly: "Yes."

Xingguan still has work waiting to be dealt with, and Huo Lan has to go to the company first: "You don't need to send someone to pick me up, I'll drive there by myself."

The housekeeper hesitated: "Mr. Huo—"

Huo Lan cut him off in a low voice: "I'm sorry for your troubles at home."

The butler closed his mouth, didn't say any more, and stayed at the door with his head bowed.

Huo Lan didn't stay any longer and just got into the car.

The captain of the bodyguard and the butler watched the car drive away, feeling a little worried, and tugged at the butler: "Boss Huo...is it okay?"

"It doesn't matter."

The housekeeper shook his head: "Mr. Huo is in a bad mood, so he likes to be alone."

If the company didn't have so many things to do, Huo Lan would probably prefer to stay alone in the small study that he moved back from Jiangnan.But right now is the critical moment, and Huo Lan will not interfere with or delay his work because of his personal emotions.

"Blame us." The person in charge of the periphery blamed himself, "At the end of March, people began to deliver one after another. We thought that Mr. Huo would not come back anyway, so we wouldn't be bothered, so we didn't control much..."

"We didn't expect that either." The housekeeper sighed, "It was indeed an accident."

Huo Lan was not able to rush back to the imperial capital every time during the Qingming Festival. In the past few years, the Huo family was in desperate need of ZTE. Huo Lan went abroad to investigate and trade many times.

They thought it was the same this time, everything that should be prepared had been prepared in advance, no one thought that Long Tao would be so unable to hold on.

"What's the use of sending this thing?" The captain of the bodyguard couldn't figure it out, and frowned, "Just to upset Mr. Huo? What the hell are the people from the family trying to do?"

"It's nothing more than the lack of liquid funds during this period of time, and they can't bear the hardships. They rushed to remind Mr. Huo that they are all elders after all."

The housekeeper looked at the gift list: "Even the seniority is rotated from Mr. and Mrs.... When Mr. Huo just came back and the funds were stretched, why didn't you see them, a group of elders who have broken bones and connected muscles?"

The housekeeper still clearly remembered the events of that year, and the old and new anger broke out at the same time: "Mr. Huo was alone in the south of the Yangtze River, and when the pheromone conflict fever persisted, why didn't they come to care? When Mr. Huo split in the heavy rain, they were in Where?"

The captain of the bodyguard was thoroughly spotted by him. After thinking about it carefully, his face darkened: "It should be cleaned up thoroughly."

"The grasshopper after autumn will not be able to jump for a long time."

The butler took a deep breath and exhaled, calming down: "Put away all your things first, and go to the cemetery with the car in the afternoon...what's the point of putting it here."

The person in charge of the periphery nodded repeatedly, called a few people, and moved the things away.

The housekeeper was worried about Huo Lan, and wanted to call the secretary department when he went back, but he was grabbed by the captain of the bodyguard just as he lifted his leg.

The captain of the bodyguard looked around and asked him in a low voice: "You said that when Mr. Huo was in Jiangnan...what happened?"

"It's not just when I'm with Mr. Liang."

The housekeeper pressed his forehead and sighed: "When my wife gave birth, there was a conflict of pheromones, and she became seriously ill. After she recovered slowly, we all thought everything was fine..."

Unexpectedly, no one thought that Xiao Huo Lan was actually a victim, and his body might also be injured.

In fact, the young Huo Lan had already shown signs of it. During that time, he went back to his home a few times, but he often had a high fever. The housekeeper was worried that he had not adapted to the northern climate, so he specially asked the kitchen to cook for several days to nourish himself. Soup.

"At that time, there was insufficient understanding of this disease."

The housekeeper sighed: "Currently, as soon as Mr. Huo's high fever persists and his health is not good, he should quickly check the development of his glands."

"so serious?!"

The captain of the bodyguard was in a cold sweat: "Fortunately, Mr. Huo made it through."

"Yes." The housekeeper didn't dare to think about it, and said in a low voice, "It was unfortunate that Mr. Liang just left, and Mr. Huo passed out in the rain all night... If he didn't survive, it would be unimaginable."

The captain of the bodyguard froze for a moment, opened his mouth hesitantly, and said nothing.

The housekeeper rarely saw him hesitate to speak: "What's wrong?"

"Yes—" The captain of the bodyguard made a mistake once, and carefully confirmed with him in advance, "Is it to enhance the atmosphere? To make Mr. Liang feel bad..."

The housekeeper was angry: "What kind of atmosphere does this kind of thing create? Am I crazy?!"

"Mr. Liang is with Mr. Huo!" The housekeeper almost suspected that he was using 2G to surf the Internet. "Besides, how can Mr. Liang know about this kind of thing? Mr. Huo doesn't allow us to tell Mr. Liang—"

The captain of the bodyguard was reprimanded by him: "But...it didn't rain that day."

housekeeper:"……"

The housekeeper was about to have a heart attack from his anger: "Did you remember whether it rained or not every day these years?!"

Back then, little Huo Lan was picking up letters in the pool by himself, but the incident happened in Huo Zhai's villa. It was already a miracle in the history of bodyguard work to remember that it didn't rain at that time.

The split of the young Huo Lan was in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was many years ago. If you can really think of it, it is a serious waste of special talents.

"Mr. Huo said it was raining at the time! Why should I make this up?"

The butler was so angry that he almost couldn't help but want to change his name: "In the future, don't call yourself the captain of the bodyguard, but call it the weather tracker..."

"No." The captain of the bodyguard blushed at the slap in the face, he was at a loss for words, and admitted in a low voice, "I was also in Jiangnan at that time."

The butler was stunned: "What?"

"Mr. Liang left, isn't it just a few days before Mr. Huo's birthday?"

The captain of the bodyguard knew that he couldn't tell Mr. Liang, so he whispered to the housekeeper, "Madam had a physical problem when she gave birth to Mr. Huo. Although I forgot about it later, my mood will still change at this time of year... ..."

Knowing this, the housekeeper frowned: "Mr. will take his wife out for a vacation at this time. I know, that year was the Huo residence I stayed behind."

"Yes." The captain of the bodyguard whispered, "I followed that year."

"In those few days, Madam didn't know why, she was very restless and always had nightmares."

The captain of the bodyguard recalled: "Sir, I heard that there is a temple in the south of the Yangtze River where the same life talisman is very powerful. It can make two people live together...I took my wife to climb the mountain to ask for a pair."

Bodyguard captain: "During that time, we were actually in Jiangnan."

The butler was stunned and looked at him without speaking.

"Because we were going to climb the mountain, we kept an eye on the weather in those few days, and it was always sunny."

The captain of the bodyguard was also trained by him to doubt himself a little. He had almost no confidence when he spoke. He tried his best to think back: "It should be sunny in the next period of time. It is really going to rain. The husband will not let the wife go up the mountain."

The housekeeper stared at him blankly, and suddenly remembered something, his face turned pale.

The captain of the bodyguard was so guilty that he lowered his head: "We didn't know Mr. Huo was in danger at that time. If we knew, we would persuade Mr. and his wife to go over no matter what..."

The housekeeper didn't have time to reflect on this with him, so he dragged him to reconfirm: "It didn't rain that day."

The captain of the bodyguard nodded: "No... what's wrong?"

A thought came to the butler's mind, and he shook his head in a daze, breaking out in cold sweat: "That's bad."

The captain of the bodyguard was taken aback by him and was a little nervous: "What's wrong? Is it serious? I'll ask someone to prepare—"

The butler waved his hand and said in a low voice, "I'll call Mr. Duan."

The butler grabbed the captain of the bodyguard and emphasized: "Don't tell Mr. Huo about this first."

The captain of the bodyguard was at a loss: "Why should I tell Mr. Huo this? Mr. Huo doesn't rain..."

The butler couldn't explain it to him, so he sighed heavily for a long while and left in a hurry.

There were too many things sent by the branch family, and it took a lot of time to tidy them up. When the housekeeper brought them to the cemetery, Huo Lan was already standing in front of his parents' graves.

The butler and manager failed to exchange information on the phone for the first time. Duan Ming didn't know what to do after asking, probably because the studio was too busy, so he answered a few words in a hurry and hung up the phone.

The housekeeper had no idea, so he had no choice but to suppress his guessing thoughts for now, walked up to Huo Lan, and whispered, "Boss Huo."

Huo Lan nodded.

"All the things have been brought." The butler waited softly for his opinion, "It's a bit too much, let's..."

"Leave it to the person in charge of the cemetery to arrange."

Huo Lan said, "Don't worry about it."

The butler nodded, found someone to explain a few words, and took the things away.

Huo Lan stood quietly for a while, then closed his eyes.

"I can't blame you..."

The housekeeper roughly knew what he was thinking, and remained silent for a while, before speaking carefully, "What pheromones are, it's not up to you and your wife to decide, and it's not your fault that your wife is sick."

The husband never pretended to talk to little Huo Lan, and when his wife was in a bad condition, he reprimanded and vented his anger almost innumerably.

The butler knew that it was useless for outsiders to say more, so he tried his best to persuade him: "You have done enough. If the Huo Corporation went bankrupt and liquidated back then, how many people would have lost their money overnight..."

"The captain of the bodyguard said... Mr. and Mrs. asked for the same fate."

The housekeeper: "It is to make the fate of two people live and die together. This is the wish of Mr. and Madam. Seeking benevolence and deserving benevolence, they must be living happily now."

Huo Lan's expression moved slightly, and he opened his eyes.

After the split, the young Huo Lan was never allowed to see his wife again.The butler guessed that he didn't know this, and patiently explained: "It's a talisman in the temple. It is said that sincerity brings spirituality, and many people ask for it."

The housekeeper tried his best to distract him: "Do you want to ask Mr. Liang for one? It's right here—"

Huo Lan said softly, "I don't want to."

The butler was startled.

"Life and death don't have to be the same." Huo Lang squatted down, looking at the tombstone that had been wiped spotless, "If I die one day, he will live well."

The butler didn't expect him to think about this, and was taken aback: "You—"

"I made a will, and it will be notarized after a while."

Huo Lan: "The company will be properly settled. My property belongs to Mr. Liang, and there will be no second division according to relatives."

"Why are you thinking about this all of a sudden?" The housekeeper was a little anxious, "You are in good health now, safe and sound, no illness or disaster, and there is no force in our settings that can kidnap and murder you..."

Huo Lan frowned: "Don't talk about this, it's unlucky."

housekeeper:"……"

The housekeeper choked back, weakly: "Yes, you said your...will."

"It's just to be prepared. Every year in the future, I will make adjustments according to the company's changes, but the division of property will not change."

Huo Lan: "Mr. Liang owns the villa, and Mr. Liang has full discretion to decide whether to rent or sell it."

The butler boldly said, "Mr. Liang...why can't you live by yourself?"

"If I die, the staff will also be dismissed." Huo Lan frowned, "The villa is all empty, what should he do if he is afraid of ghosts?"

The butler stopped struggling, and squatted down beside him, convinced: "...Yes."

The housekeeper roughly guessed his train of thought, and probed softly: "Did you feel that you should make preparations in advance if there is any accident because of the plane crash of Mrs. Madam?"

Huo Lan's expression darkened.

"..." The butler actually didn't quite understand his classification of auspicious and unlucky, but he still kept his mouth shut, stopped saying unlucky words, and waited for Huo Lang to continue explaining his will.

Huo Lan was silent for a while: "If he insists on living in the villa and burns paper for me, he will tell me."

The butler opened his mouth, but made no sound.

The butler secretly took a walnut from his pocket and placed it not far in front of Huo Lan: "...Okay."

Huo Lan's eyes fell on the walnut, and he tried his best to endure it for a while, but he still reached out and held it in his hand: "You guys can't make sense, I'll go and talk to him in person."

The housekeeper carefully thought about the scene that Mr. Huo personally told Mr. Liang, and reminded: "You just said that Mr. Liang is afraid of ghosts..."

The butler looked at the little snowflake above his head, stopped talking and shut up.

"He wants to live a good life. He can do whatever he wants, buy whatever he wants, and don't endorse it if he wants to..."

Huo Lan squeezed the walnut, lowered his eyes and said softly, "I don't want to live and die together."

The housekeeper looked at him quietly, and felt sore in his heart: "But Mr. Liang might miss you."

Huo Lan shook his head: "He is much stronger than me."

Liang Xiao was actually much stronger than him, even if he was scarred by the grind of fate, he could get up again with a smile after taking a breath.

Huo Lan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the housekeeper, and frowned: "I'm not going to die, I'm just making a hypothesis."

The housekeeper had to help him type out the hypothetical will for notarization in two days, exhaled, dying: "Yes."

"He will adjust himself very well, even if he misses me, he will not let this state last for too long."

Huo Lan: "He actually doesn't allow himself to show weakness."

The mobile phone placed aside vibrated twice, but Huo Lan ignored it, and continued: "He really misses me, and he will just bear it and stop thinking about it."

The butler took the phone: "Yes."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes.

He also knew that Liang Xiao fell asleep with a high fever, and when he was affected by the past ten years ago, he cried hoarsely and hugged him desperately.

"Think of me next time."

Huo Lan's chest was so painful that it was almost numb, and he lightly clenched his fists: "He can probably tell himself...to try his best to endure for ten years."

The housekeeper looked at the message prompt: "...Yes."

Huo Lan couldn't help but frowned, and didn't say any more, he was almost obsessed with being entangled in his parents' unexpected past and separation: "Whose news?"

Butler: "Mr. Liang's."

Huo Lan was slightly taken aback.

Huo Lan subconsciously straightened up and straightened his clothes: "Mr. Liang...what did you say?"

"Mr. Liang said." The housekeeper read, "He misses you very much. Did you miss him? If not, he will hold on for ten seconds and ask you again."