President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Mr. Liang came out of the bedroom halfway down, and took two glasses of Coke.

……

"Pretending to be in front of the camera."

Liang Xiao went back to Huo Lan's desk and discussed with him: "Go back to the room, live as usual."

Mr. Huo is not considered an insider, and he doesn't know much about the artist business.Liang Xiao poured him a glass of Coke, and patiently explained: "Just treat it as an act..."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, did not put down the report in his hand, and kept his shoulders and shoulders silent.

Liang Xiaokong spent a long time talking, and was so thirsty that he took two mouthfuls of ice coke. He watched him for a long time, but he didn't hold back.

...is also progress.

At least Mr. Huo knew what he didn't like and refused to agree.

Liang Xiao looked at Huo Lan who had a rare temper, and was even a little relieved. After pondering for a while, he shut up and stopped talking nonsense, and quietly walked around behind him.

Huo Lan sat quietly for a while, but didn't hear Liang Xiao continue to talk, and when he looked up, there was no one there.

Huo Lan's chest sank slightly, his eyebrows frowned, he dropped the report and got up suddenly.

"I didn't leave, I didn't leave." Liang Xiao grabbed him in time, preventing Mr. Huo from rushing out to find Mr. Liang, "here."

Huo Lan's eyes fell on him, his shoulders tensed slightly, and he lowered his eyes: "Hold——"

Liang Xiao was easy to speak, and opened his arms in response, hugging him firmly.

Before Huo Lan could say his apology, he was startled for a while, and instinctively raised his hand to hug him back.

"I know you don't like it." Liang Xiao casually rubbed his back, "Be patient, I'll take a vacation after I finish this variety show for a month, and I'll be your personal secretary."

Liang Xiao blushed, hugged him and shook him: "It's just the two of us. I'm sleepy at noon, and I'll sleep in your room."

Huo Lan obviously couldn't resist this temptation, he held his breath unconsciously, and remained silent for a while: "I'll let them buy a massage chair."

"Okay." Liang Xiao's eyes lit up, "I'll pick a brand."

It's not been a year or two since he missed the massage chair. He couldn't help but scan for 5 minutes every time he went to the mall. He didn't expect to have the opportunity to relive his old dream: "Don't buy too expensive ones. There are a lot of functions, which are useless..."

Huo Lan nodded and stroked his back.

Sensing his strength, Liang Xiao simply relaxed and leaned against Huo Lan boneless: "Are you afraid of being disturbed when you are working?"

Huo Lan shook his head: "To digest and maintain stability, there will be no key work in the second half of the year."

Liang Xiao was completely relieved: "Then I'll just eat, drink, play games, and come to bother you when I'm bored... and write notes?"

Huo Lan liked him mentioning these things, and the pinnae of his ears became slightly hot, so he pursed his lips: "Okay."

"Then write a note and crumple it into a small ball to hit you." Liang Xiao smiled, "You work hard and earn money to support me..."

Huo Lan shook his head.

Liang Xiao didn't expect to shake his head in this link, he was a little bit surprised: "Yes - don't you like the little paper ball or don't want to work hard?"

Huo Lan looked at him and said in a low voice, "You don't want me to support you."

Liang Xiao was stunned unconsciously, and only recovered after a few seconds, smiling: "Why did you say this all of a sudden..."

"You just said it to make me happy." Huo Lan sat on the bed with him in his arms, and unbuttoned Liang Xiao's shirt tightly tied to the top button, "You have never thought about it like this, and you will not accept it like this Do."

If it wasn't for the upcoming game with the Separation Family, Liang Xiao was worried about his condition, and he might not even take a rest for this month's vacation.

Liang Xiao has always been proud, Xiao Liang Xiao is so proud that he refuses to tell him anything, even swallowing blood and tears in his stomach, the grown-up Liang Xiao is also proud, there are countless shortcuts, but he has to concentrate on Drill down the most difficult thorny road.

On the set today, Liang Xiao repeated those scenes over and over again, until his whole body was bruised.The last time when he was completely exhausted, he almost couldn't stand up, and when he smiled and waved his hands to say it was okay, Huo Lan was actually on the sidelines.

He didn't want to distract Liang Xiao, so he didn't approach to bother him, and he wouldn't mention it.

"You don't need to talk about this in the future." Huo Lan took the safflower oil, warmed it in the palm of his hand, and slowly massaged the blood on his shoulders, neck and back, "My sense of accomplishment didn't originate from this kind of thing in the first place."

Liang Xiao could never bear his overly straightforward confession, cleared his throat, turned his head and smiled: "Okay, let's not talk about this..."

Huo Lan gently kissed his eyes: "My highest achievement is meeting you."

Liang Xiao's eyes burned, and he almost couldn't speak, and buried it in the socket of his neck.

Huo Lan doesn't say love words easily, and every time he speaks out, it's the KO level that makes him completely helpless.

Whoever said that Mr. Huo didn't understand the style, should pull them all out to make a snowman.

Liang Xiao didn't want to lose his temper right now, so he sniffed, raised his head and wanted to smile at him, but was caught off guard: "..."

Huo Lan covered him with one hand, held a document in his hand, and helped him block the small hailstones that fell on the ground.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lang was also a little unpredictable about this situation, so he blocked him with his instinctive reaction, silently looked at the small ice cubes all over the bed, and tried his best to praise him: "It's...very even."

Liang Xiao was ashamed to see people, so he blocked their boss Huo's mouth in anger, grabbed safflower oil, and plunged into the bathroom.

In the next few days, Mr. Liang was lulled into bed by Mr. Huo's overly frank and frank love words, and failed to successfully complete the arduous task of persuading Mr. Huo to open the business.

"The teacher has not succeeded."

Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed, and reflected deeply: "Wait tonight, I will—"

"It will be finished tonight." Duan Ming sighed, "Boss Huo will definitely celebrate for you."

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, feeling a little moved.

Duan Ming: "In the last scene, the crew will set off fireworks, which are really beautiful."

Liang Xiao's ears were hot, so he poured some small ice balls on himself, rolled up a towel and applied it.

Duan Ming: "The film crew has prepared a cake for you. Mr. Huo will most likely come to cut it with you, and I will give you the first piece. Congratulations on finishing it..."

Liang Xiao died first, and closed his eyes redly: "When the variety show starts shooting, I will definitely persuade Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming looked at him for a long time, feeling a little sad, patted him on the shoulder, took the script with his assistant and left.

……

In the last scene, Liang Xiao didn't need to match his words, he had already memorized the script fluently.

These days, the crew moved places while filming, all the way from the luxuriant windbreak forest to the edge of the Gobi Desert. The desolate scenery is already visible in the camera.

Several special effects makeup artists finally added blood to his body, trying to make every wound as realistic as possible.

"No problem." The assistant director ran over, "All departments are in place."

Liang Xiao got ready and got on his horse.

Jin Zhenbo was completely relieved of him, didn't say much about the drama, confirmed the angles of several sets of shots, and waved his hands: "Let's start."

The castanets in the field reporter's hand knocked down.

""Yunqi" No.90, two scenes, one shot, let's start!"

The camera is raised and swept across, and there is no grass in the Gobi.

The remnants of the soldiers were scattered, the flags had long been scorched by the flames of war, and the flags were torn and drooping.

The young general galloped on his horse, and in the almost blood-colored setting sun, the only dazzling white lighted up.

"Cloud Flag" No.90, the second shot of the second scene.

The horse's hooves kicked up the dust and were smashed back to the ground heavily by the warm blood.

Yun Lang's cheeks were stained with blood, and Shao Xiu's face was murderous.

Yun Lang tore off the inner cloth strip, bit one end, and tied the Baixen gun barrel and hands tightly together.

"Cloud Flag" No.90, two scenes and three shots.

"What are you doing for?"

The leader of Rongdi was cornered by him, and tried his best to fight back: "Your emperor has abandoned you, and your court is going to kill you. No matter how great your contributions are, you will not be pardoned!"

Unmoved, Yun Lang returned to his horse and shot, stabbing the Rongdi man who was touching behind him.

"You are enemies with them!" Leader Rong Di had almost killed all his subordinates, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, "This is not your home! Have you seen the refugees here? They are as weak as dogs, and they don't even resist. I understand, I only know how to farm, I only know how to beg for mercy..."

Yun Lang: "They should only know how to farm."

The leader of Rong Di was stunned.

Between life and death, there is no room for carelessness.The spear in Yun Lang's hand stabbed at his shoulder with a strong wind, bringing out a pool of blood.

"Cloud Flag" No.90, two scenes and four shots.

"Our territory, our people."

Yun Lang's moves were ruthless and ruthless, driving him to death: "Their ancestors have been here for generations, and they should only know how to farm, live and work in peace, and be safe."

"Behind me, there is a wider territory and more people."

Yun Lang's eyebrows were cold: "Fishermen, woodcutters, farming students, scholars, farmers, businessmen, there are too many ways to live, we shouldn't fight."

The two were too close, and the eagle shooter couldn't shoot the arrow in the distance. The leader of Rong Di looked at the tip of the spear so close, his face was pale.

"You were the ones who dragged them into the flames of war." Yun Lang pierced his chest with a gun and sneered in a low voice, "Now you come to ask me, why?"

"Cloud Flag" No.90, five scenes in two scenes.

The bowstring boomed, and the archer's crossbow shot out sharp arrows.

Holding a gun, Yun Lang rode his horse without dodging or dodging, pressed the gun barrel in his hand on the horse and sent it forward fiercely, piercing the heart of the leader Rong Di completely.

The arrow roared and pierced the wind, and the young general's thin shoulders shook, and then shook again.

The color of blood oozes out.

"Cloud Flag" No.90, six shots in the second scene.

Wolf smoke, remnants, refugees.

The twilight was stained with blood, and the warhorses neighed immediately.

……

"Cloud Flag" No.90 three games.

It was completely dark.

The pursuers who had been chasing Yun Lang from thousands of miles away arrived, and the flames of war had been reduced to ashes.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and Yun Lang was half-stained with blood, leaning on the stone, playing with the blood-soaked fireworks in his hands.

The leading guard dismounted and knelt down on one knee.

"The remnant soldiers died for the country." Yun Lang said, "The local recruits soldiers, and the refugees join the army."

Yun Lang: "No one begs for mercy, no one steals life."

The guard reminded others, and said in a low voice, "Major General."

Yun Lang didn't look at them, touched a torch, lit the fireworks by himself, and let go.

He had bled so much that there was hardly anything left to touch.The guard didn't dare to move rashly, and knelt closer: "Major General—"

Yun Lang frowned, turned his head slightly, and touched another firework.

The guard fell to his knees and changed his words: "Young Master."

It's been a long time since Yun Lang was called that by someone, his eyes moved, watching the fireworks bloom one after another in the night sky.

The guard wanted to help him, but was scolded by Yun Lang.

The cold aura on his body has been calmed down, and the youthful spirit between his brows and eyes is revealed, being pulled by the injury on his body, he frowned and gasped: "Which side is the capital?"

The guard froze for a moment, turned around and pointed in the direction.

Yun Lang touched a squib, flicked it in his hand, and flew out, blasting an inconspicuous ball.

"Young Lord." The guard couldn't bear it any longer, and walked forward on his knees, choked up, "Come back with us, heal the wound as soon as possible, maybe there is still a way out—"

Yun Lang had nowhere to go back, so he was too lazy to listen to this and closed his eyes.

The guard pleaded guilty and reached out to help him, but Yun Lang clamped his wrist and pushed it out with a shake.

Yun Lang was so hurt that he couldn't touch it anymore, because of this touch, he coughed up some blood again.

The guard said anxiously: "Young Master!"

Yun Lang frowned, closed his eyes and took a breath: "Don't move..."

Yun Lang: "It hurts."

His tone was full of dissatisfaction and complaints like a teenager's arrogance, but his voice was already extremely vague and low, almost a whisper.

The guard didn't dare to move rashly, he bent down and waited for a long time, then stood up in suspense, and tried to scream.

The fireworks are not over, but the wolf smoke has been extinguished.

……

"Card!"

Jin Zhenchang breathed a sigh of relief, and straightened up: "Groups a and c remove the camera, group b drones chase the distant view, call it a day!"

Several groups of directors acted in response, and the sidelines were silent for a whole night, and cheers burst out in an instant.

"Congratulations." The production director smiled, and brought the assistant director to push the cake over, "Liang Xiao has worked hard, congratulations!"

Finally, it came to the day when the leading role was finalized. Most of the crew rushed over specially, and followed most of the night with bated breath. At this time, they were booing excitedly and surrounded the cake tightly.

Liang Xiao saw Huo Lan in the crowd at a glance, he lifted his spirits, jumped up with his arms propped up, and ran two steps with the prop arrow that poked all over his body.

The visual effect was too horrifying. He didn't run very far and was hurriedly caught up by the props, and pulled out all the arrows that were poking at the props one by one.

"It's amazing." The producer focused on following the whole night, and now he breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over quickly, "It's hard work, it's not easy for everyone."

The producer helped props to clean up Liang Xiao, and couldn't help feeling: "It's so beautiful, even Director Jin can't make a mistake."

Only then did Liang Xiao realize the artificial plasma he was wearing, he opened his arms to let the props handle it, smiled, and thanked him.

The producer handed him a towel: "Why did you throw that squib in the direction of the capital? Is it a memorial? Who in the cloud sent a good news..."

Liang Xiao deliberately discussed this plot with the screenwriter, and shook his head honestly: "I want to blow up the capital."

Producer: "..."

"The benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise sees wisdom." The screenwriter was in a good mood, smiling and waving his hands, "When it is broadcast, there may be [-] different internal analyzes of characters on the Internet."

Yun Lang is a young general, and also an arrogant young master. After finishing what must be done, the young master's temper, which no one can control, will naturally rebel.

After suffering such a great grievance, two thousand miles were crushed and swallowed by blood.If he really had the chance to go back, he might really light a cannon and frighten the group of well-clothed and well-fed young people in the palace.

The screenwriter set up several branch lines, all of which were cut down by Director Jin, and he still regrets it: "In fact, he has somewhere to go back..."

Liang Xiao wiped his face and hands carefully, thanked him, returned the towel, and helped out with an idea: "You secretly released the script of the little emperor's grandson, so that everyone can write a fan art."

The screenwriter's eyes lit up, he nodded in agreement, took out a notebook and wrote down two notes: "Has Teacher Pei Guang ever done this in the crew of "New Year's Eve"? How was the response?"

Liang Xiao opened his mouth and coughed lightly.

……

Mr. Pei Guang had never done this before, but Mr. Pei Guang asked him to take a section directly.

Hooked by that part of the scene, the audience has almost caught up with the ending, and they lost all their tears.

Now someone has vaguely noticed that they have been duped, and the crew's official blog is full of red, full of bitter complaints from the spicy chicken crew and my blood and tears.

Liang Xiao didn't dare to impart this kind of experience, so he vaguely agreed.Just as she was about to look for Huo Lan, as soon as she raised her head, her eyes lit up uncontrollably.

Huo Lan didn't wait for him outside, separated from the crowd, and walked to him quickly.

Jin Zhenbo had just finished staring at the aerial shots of Group B, and gave everyone a high-five in turn to express their hard work. He came over arrogantly to give the lead actor a high-five, but was dragged away by the screenwriter and producer arm by arm.

……

Huo Lan's eyes fell on him, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Liang Xiao looked at him, grinned and wanted to have a good laugh, his heart was burning hot, and he blinked hastily.

"Wait... go back." Liang Xiao cleared his throat, looked down at the blood plasma all over his body, "Celebrate? Give me a good hug—"

Huo Lan stretched out his arms to hug him.

Liang Xiao was caught off guard, and his heart skipped a beat.

Huo Lan's body temperature was constant and warm, firmly attached to his chest through the coolness of the fresh snow.

Liang Xiao took a deep breath, finally couldn't help the heartache: "It's not easy to wash..."

Huo Lan tightened his arms and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about it."

Liang Xiao wanted to cultivate Mr. Huo's excellent quality of thrift and frugality, he raised his head and opened his mouth, his chest was warm and full after all, he twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to speak.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes for a while, smiled softly, and buried himself in Huo Lan's neck.

"It's hard work." Huo Lan stroked his hair and fell silent for a while, "You played...very well."

He is not very clear about the specific shooting process of the film and television drama. He has been watching from the sidelines these days, and he understands a little bit, and he can guess how much hard work Liang Xiao put in it.

Huo Lan hugged him, and could almost feel that Liang Xiao was much thinner than before the filming started.

The filming task was already heavy enough, Liang Xiao came back from the show every day, and he still had to find ways to do his ideological work.

Huo Lan closed his eyes, but couldn't hold back the blame: "I'm sorry."

Liang Xiao was still enjoying the embrace of the victory reunion, he was startled when he heard this, and opened his eyes: "What?"

"Variety show." Huo Lan said, "I will do as you say."

"Contractual relationship, keep your distance." Huo Lan repeated in a low voice, "Pretend...not familiar."

Liang Xiao couldn't figure out how Huo Lan persuaded him suddenly, he opened his mouth, but he was still softened by Mr. Huo's overly depressed aura, and murmured on his back: "It's okay, it's only a week at most, Just hold on in front of people."

Liang Xiao tugged at his sleeve: "First...try?"

Huo Lan said softly, "Okay."

Liang Xiao: "Keep your distance."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Duan Ming passed by these two people who had been hugging each other for less than 5 minutes, and heard the conversation verbatim: "..."

Mr. Huo did what he said, loosened his arms rigorously, stepped back with the blood that had just been rubbed off Mr. Liang, and temporarily returned the lead actor who had just finished filming to the crew.

"Brother Duan, Mr. Huo agreed!" The assistant was very excited, and asked the manager in a low voice, "Is there any problem this time? Do we need to—"

"Hush." ​​Duan Ming covered his mouth, "Look."

The assistant opened his eyes wide and followed him with bated breath.

Liang Xiao is naturally easy to like, and has a very good relationship with everyone in the crew. They congratulated each other on the completion, and everyone took a photo generously, shaking hands and hugging.

Mr. Huo was calm and composed, standing on the sidelines, the plasma on his body was covered with fine ice balls.

Liang Xiao was encouraged to cut the cake, and before he had time to steal the first piece back for Mr. Huo, Director Jin took it away without hesitation and took a bite.

Mr. Huo was cold and composed, and the little snowflakes on his head twirled.

Liang Xiao quickly snatched the second piece and quickly stuffed it into Huo Lan's hands. As soon as he returned to the crowd, he was surrounded by the crowd.

It is rare to have an outlet to vent all the hard work and pressure these days. A group of people made a fuss and smashed cakes, and someone made a fuss and threw Liang Xiao up with arms and legs.

Duan Ming covered his assistant's mouth and counted while watching: "One, two, three—"

As soon as the words fell, Liang Xiao, who was trembling with his eyes closed, fell firmly and precisely into Huo Lan's arms.

Liang Xiao opened his eyes, was stunned for a while, and reminded him in a low voice: "The distance——"

Huo Lanshuang, protecting the unfamiliar Mr. Liang, calmly nodded at the confused director who was eating the cake.

Keep your distance and take people out of the set.