President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

Liang Xiao sees through the world of mortals, gets up from Huo Lan's arms, all of them are empty and dressed.

Huo Lan wanted to get up to help, but Liang Xiao couldn't help but push him back on the bed.

Huo Lan was unprepared, so he was shocked, and subconsciously raised his hand to hug Liang Xiaohui, avoiding the edge of the bed, and hugged him.

Liang Xiao lay on his shoulder, half worried, and couldn't help laughing.

If you want to go to the temple, don't be too presumptuous.Liang Xiao coughed, suppressed his enthusiasm, and said vaguely, "Wait... I'll be back."

Liang Xiao slept drowsily last night, and knew that Huo Lan hadn't had much rest, so he pressed him on the bed unrelentingly, and pulled the quilt to wrap him up: "Sleep, wake up and work again."

After being tossed about by him, Huo Lan slammed his back on the bed firmly. In fact, he was already very energetic, but he nodded in accordance with Liang Xiao's intention and closed his eyes.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the light passed through the eyelids, which was warm and dim, making it almost impossible to tell the time.

Liang Xiao was busy in the room for a while, helped him pack up the things that were in hand, went back to the bed and sat down, and checked Mr. Huo's sleeping condition.

Huo Lan wanted to cooperate with him, lying quietly with his eyes closed, breathing calmly and motionless.

Liang Xiao hid a young tea tree leaf from nowhere, pinched it in his hand, held his breath and approached it intently, fiddled with his eyelashes twice.

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan closed his eyes, making his eyelashes even thicker.Liang Xiao became addicted to playing, and couldn't hold back to go to the other side.

Huo Lan couldn't bear it anymore, opened his eyes, and grabbed his hand.

Liang Xiao didn't have the slightest sense of being caught, the villain filed a complaint first, and then pointed him at Ye Zi with another hand: "Pretend to be asleep."

Huo Lan had always been unable to argue with him, but for some reason he became the one who was wronged again, so he calmed down: "It's also...very useful to rest your mind."

Huo Lan held Liang Xiao's wrist, his palm pressed against his wrist bone, and he could almost feel how much weight Liang Xiao had lost these days.

Huo Lan didn't want him to worry about her instead: "I'll lie down for an hour, don't worry."

Liang Xiao looked at Huo Lan's stern attitude again, his head ached and his heart softened, he couldn't bear to torment him any longer, so he whispered on Huo Lan's lips, "Don't move."

Huo Lan was slightly taken aback.

Liang Xiao brought a somewhat old watch box with him this time, and he was not allowed to open it to read it tightly. Huo Lan also abided by the rules and never touched it once.

Huo Lan did not move as he told him, and watched Liang Xiao bring the box over: "What is it?"

"I wanted to wait for you to get awkward, and I would take it out to coax you."

Liang Xiao smiled: "I'll give it to you so easily... It's a loss."

Huo Lan frowned: "I won't make trouble."

Liang Xiaoxin said that you have been making troubles, and patted Mr. Huo Xuexue on the shoulder comfortingly, opened the box, and took out a cuff button from inside.

Huo Lan sat up with his arms propped up, and wanted to explain his emotions to him. Looking at the things Liang Xiao handed over, he paused, and subconsciously raised his hand to catch it in his palm.

The cufflinks are extraordinarily delicate, with silver metal edging, which is a concealed button shape that can be opened and closed, and the material inside is very special.

Light cyan, like some kind of amber, with a clear ice crystal sealed inside.

Huo Lan subconsciously clenched his cuff buttons tightly as the fresh and cool rain rushed towards his face, and raised his head suddenly.

"I asked Chi Che." Liang Xiao smiled, "He said that this way he can store a little pheromone...it will be turned off after just one turn."

Jiang Pingchao also has an amber pendant with a coriander leaf sealed inside. Fans have been trying to figure out the meaning of this pendant. Although those who know the inside story can't bear to look directly at it, they still feel envy.

Liang Xiao specifically asked Chi Che to ask, besides using quasi-pheromones to deal with alpha's susceptible period, there are actually other ways to deal with it.

The information source of omega can be extracted and purified, and the amber-like material condensed into amber slowly volatilizes, but it needs to be extracted directly from the gland, which requires some tossing.

His glands had mostly healed, so he found a gap in the filming of the film crew, dragged the butler to conspire, slipped out and tossed for a long time.

If it weren't for this... maybe it wouldn't be possible to persist for only 10 minutes.

Liang Xiao felt embarrassed when he thought about it: "I'm really not that fast..."

Huo Lan looked at him for a while, then took Liang Xiao back into his arms.

Liang Xiao was still depressed for 10 minutes, when he was suddenly lifted up, he was taken aback, and instinctively hugged Huo Lan back: "You should move yourself for a while, I have to go out, now you can't mess around—"

"..." Huo Lan: "I don't mess around."

Liang Xiao was half relieved and half regretful: "Oh."

Huo Lang touched Liang Xiao's hair, and put his palm on his glands: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine now." Liang Xiao said, "I went for a check-up last time, and the glands are almost recovered, but the autonomy is still poor, and the excitation and inhibition are weak."

Huo Lan had been strictly staring at the wounds that fell over and over again for so long, but at least he was almost healed, and it would only take a long time to recover.

Liang Xiaosheng was afraid that he would not understand, so he specially explained to Mr. Huo in detail: "It means that I will either not enter the estrus period, and once I do, it will not be easy to come out for seven days and seven nights."

After all, Huo Lan was used to being serious, and he was a little at a loss when he said it, so he turned his head and whispered: "Don't talk about that."

Liang Xiao knew that he was not messing around, so he really wanted to say a few more words: "When this stage passes, there will be no problem at all, and I can sneak into your office."

"You fix the sound insulation better." Liang Xiao thought more and more, "When the time comes, your heart will move freely, hurry up and close the door..."

Huo Lan couldn't bear it anymore, bowed his head and kissed him, and kissed the omega who could only hold on for 10 minutes until he lost his voice.

Liang Xiao was so kissed by him that he was speechless, lying on his stomach limply, contented: "I thought you would be angry."

Huo Lan wrapped Mr. Liang up carefully and held him firmly in his arms: "Why am I angry?"

"I did this without telling you..." Liang Xiao was vague, "You are afraid that I will hurt my body."

According to Huo Lan's usual style, Liang Xiao was actually a little bit worried that they, Huo Huihui, would not get angry again because he didn't cherish his body, and returned the gift to him indiscriminately.

The young Huo Lan must be angry about this kind of thing. Liang Xiao even prepared a second plan. He stubbornly and faithfully ran away from home with tears in his eyes, adding a little bit of innocence to the love story of the two. twists and turns.

Then they were brought back by Mr. Huo, locked in a small dark room, and even more serious, maybe directly tied up, pressed on the bed in a violent storm...

Huo Lan noticed that he was looking at the cuff buttons, frowned, and clenched his fists behind his back.

Liang Xiao couldn't hold back his joy: "Don't grab it."

Liang Xiao was distracted, hugged him and patted him twice: "It's a pity."

Huo Lan couldn't keep up with his train of thought, and didn't know how many miles the car in Mr. Liang's mind had traveled along the way. He shook his head, and kissed Liang Xiao on the forehead: "You have a sense of proportion."

The falling kiss was too soft, Liang Xiao woke up from the dream of the wind and snow, and raised his head to meet Huo Lan's gaze.

"You know what I'm afraid of." Huo Lan said, "You don't care about yourself very much, but for me, you will never cause yourself to be in trouble again for this reason."

Liang Xiao was not used to confessing so unexpectedly, he opened his mouth and blushed a little: "Yeah, it's not that great..."

Liang Xiao didn't hold back, but grinned, hugged Huo Lan and buried her in his neck, and was about to confess his love with tears in his eyes, when suddenly Mr. Huo lightly pressed on his shoulder.

Liang Xiao couldn't control the conditioned reflex, and sat upright on his lap: "..."

"I'll take care of the rest." Huo Lan looked at him, "You don't care about yourself, so you have to correct it."

Liang Xiao vaguely felt something was wrong: "This is what I told you before..."

Huo Lan not only learned this sentence: "Otherwise, when we are old in the future, once you are not in good health, I will carry you around and concentrate on taking care of you."

Liang Xiao murmured: "Aren't you concentrating on taking care of me?"

"..." Huo Lan: "Take care."

Liang Xiao: "Aren't you running around with me in your arms?"

Obviously now that he is light and healthy, he has no illness or disaster, and their boss Huo is about to donate his legs for him.

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan was rendered speechless by his rebuttal, instinctively felt that he must have overlooked something, so he frowned and lowered his eyes in thought.

Liang Xiao took advantage and ran away, jumped down from his arms, quickly yelled at Huo Lan who was meditating in the depths of the alley of logic, and went out vigorously with his clothes on his hands.

A group of people went to Qishi Temple in a mighty way, to enjoy the scenery and see the historic sites.Liang Xiao found a free time, and followed the filming director to help the filming teacher Su catch grasshoppers for Yu Zhi, and went around to find the butler in the temple.

The housekeeper had been waiting for him for a while, his eyes lit up, and he came up to him: "Mr. Liang..."

Liang Xiao nodded and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work."

The butler kept being polite and dared not to lead him through a small door to the Buddhist hall dedicated to pilgrims.

After the memorial tablet has been in place for ten years, the ever-burning lamp has been replaced countless times, and it is already very old, and the paint color of that year has dimmed a lot.

Following the guidance of the novice, Liang Xiao solemnly paid homage to the younger generation, and bowed silently for a few times.

The green lamp in front of the Buddha is deserted and peaceful.

Accompanied by the butler, with mixed feelings in his heart, he quietly continued the incense with the temple. When he came back, he was stunned: "Mr. Liang, what are you asking for?"

Liang Xiao didn't even raise his head: "Same fate talisman."

The housekeeper was taken aback, and hurriedly stopped him: "No, no, no, no, no, I'm not joking with you, Mr. Huo really doesn't like this."

The butler is getting old, so he believes this more or less, and lowers his voice to tell Liang Xiao thoroughly: "It's true... Huo Zhai has been secretly saying that it is because of this life and death that Mr. and Mrs. have an accident together..."

Liang Xiao looked at the little novice who was glaring at him, took the two amulets with talisman papers in time, and dragged the butler out of the Buddhist hall.

The butler stared at him worriedly.

"It doesn't matter." Liang Xiao patiently told him, "To untie the bell, one must tie it."

Liang Xiao is already [-]% sure of Huo Lan's character, and he knows better than anyone else: "He can't get over this hurdle in his heart, it's not that he doesn't touch it, and deceives himself and others to find something to cover it up, so that he can pretend that the road is smooth. of."

The butler had no way to refute, and was embarrassed: "Are we going to pretend that Mr. and Mrs. are back?"

"..." Liang Xiao: "Huh?"

The housekeeper discussed Mr. Liang's fear of ghosts with Huo Lan, but he didn't dare to explain it to him. He hinted vaguely: "Pretend... Mr. Madam came back after receiving the incense, and told Mr. Huo that they had a good life and supported you very much." Two together..."

Liang Xiao respectfully said, "No need."

Liang Xiao came to offer this stick of incense not just to fulfill Huo Lan's wish.

Since the two are already considered a family, no matter what, of course they have to come to see Huo Lan's elders.

What's more, Liang Xiao has always been very confident in himself: "Besides, why don't uncle and aunt support the two of us being together?"

housekeeper:"……"

Liang Xiao felt that this sentence was superfluous, carefully put away the two amulets, and went out of the temple with the steward: "Amulets are used to protect people, whether they are effective or not, in fact, it only depends on whether they can get what they want. "

"Yes." The butler was speechless, "But Mr. Huo—"

Liang Xiao understood: "Mr. Huo heard a lot from people in Huo Zhai when he was a child, he was more or less influenced by it, and he also believed it."

The housekeeper regretted too much: "Yes."

Mr. Huo not only believed this a little bit, but also criticized Mr. Liang for his unlucky words while handing over the notarized suicide note to Mr. Liang.

The butler was afraid that the scene would repeat itself, so he followed Liang Xiao with trepidation: "You and Mr. Huo have a good talk, try not to mention life and death, gods, ghosts..."

Liang Xiao was the most confident about this, and nodded: "Don't worry."

The butler was worried and sent him all the way back to the recording venue.

Most of the night chats around the stove are dedicated to the director's team. Everyone sits in a circle in the drying yard of the old house. The moon is bright and the wind is clear, sitting around the tea stove, listening to the scriptwriter and director tell stories.

Yin Chi had a rare peace of mind, and directed the camera to take a picture in a peaceful circle.

The producer hooked up with these two people more than once, and his ears felt cocooned, and Meng Feibai was playing poker on the side.

Su Man failed to catch the grasshopper for Yu Zhi, and taught the little omega girl to weave a grasshopper cage by biting a blade of grass.

It was rare for Jiang Pingchao to stay with his manager for a while, barely listening for 5 minutes, before going back to find Chi Che's position.

……

"It's fun." Yin Chi said with emotion.

The assistant director nodded approvingly: "It would be great if everyone could be so harmonious all the time."

"..." The housekeeper didn't know what happened to the program crew before, and stayed away from the Yiran tea-tasting film crew. He watched the camera in ambush all night in the dark, and finally went back full of worries.

"Okay, let's talk about the rest tomorrow."

The screenwriter was carefully reminded by the filming director that the filming was over three times, and he still unhurriedly finished the last story of begging for safety. He spoke highly of Huo Lan with a smile: "Mr. Huo has a bright future."

Huo Lan thanked him modestly, helped Liang Xiao who had slept twice to sit up, and patted his back lightly, trying to wake him up.

Liang Xiao fell into a dark sleep, barely opened his eyelids to take a look, then yawned and threw himself on his shoulder.

Huo Lan was worried that the screenwriter might misunderstand, so he reached out to support him: "He's not—"

"He didn't fall asleep on purpose." The screenwriter nodded with a smile, "He didn't need to listen to this story."

Huo Lan was slightly taken aback.

"What kind of talisman protects who, what kind of calamity, what sutra."

The screenwriter took it easy: "If you have obsession, you will concentrate on listening to this."

Liang Xiao specially asked the screenwriter in the temple, and Pei Guang was entrusted with the matter of loyalty, so he asked Huo Lan with a smile: "Now, what do you think the same fate talisman is for?"

Huo Lan was stunned: "Life and death are the same..."

Pei Guang waved his hand, patted him on the shoulder very profoundly, snatched a ham sausage from Director Song, and walked away.

This time, the film crew did not follow up closely. Liang Xiao was half asleep and half awake, and Huo Lan led him up the mountainside. The camera followed him to the door of the hut, and he went down the mountain sensibly.

Remembering the promise, Huo Lan held Liang Xiao lightly for a few times, and saw that he had opened his eyes sleepily, then raised his hand and carefully stripped off his clothes.

Liang Xiao: "!!"

Liang Xiao's sleepy beetles ran away a dozen or so: "Where are you?"

Huo Lan was stunned for a moment: "What?"

With the support of the screenwriter, Liang Xiao deliberately wrote an outline for tonight. He woke up lying on his arms, suddenly full of energy, and was about to run to the hot spring excitedly.

Huo Lan circled him back in time, rushed through the hot water meticulously, and prepared glucose and fruit drinks to replenish his energy in advance.

It might be too late for the two of them to come back. Huo Lan delayed a little longer when he was picking fruit, and when he walked around to the hot spring bath, Liang Xiao had already collapsed comfortably on the edge of the pool.

Huo Lang put down the fruit plate and touched Liang Xiao's forehead: "Are you dizzy?"

"It's okay." Liang Xiao was in good spirits, "Shall we have a drink together?"

Huo Lan smiled: "No rush."

Knowing that Liang Xiao had been looking forward to it for a day and a night, he handed Liang Xiao the chilled fruit plate, sat by the pool, asked Liang Xiao to rest on his shoulders, and slowly pushed and rubbed his shoulders and his whole body.

Liang Xiao was pained and comfortable, gasping for air without a sound, once again dormant under their Huo Zong's extraordinary talent: "Why do you still learn this..."

Huo Lan said softly, "You said the bathtub was uncomfortable."

Liang Xiao almost forgot when he said this sentence, he raised his head in a daze for a while, then was caught by Huo Lan and turned over in the water.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Huo Lan meticulously relieved his tendons, and when he touched the bruises that hadn't faded, he released his strength more slowly, with warm water flowing in his palms, rubbing away the accumulated labor of these days little by little.

Liang Xiao lay in his arms, closed his eyes, and pressed Huo Lan's chest.

Huo Lan lowered his head: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Liang Xiao smiled, "Help me get something."

Huo Lan embraced him and leaned back to the pool: "What?"

"That rock over there." Liang Xiao said nonsense, "I had a dream. In the dream, the old man with the white beard told me that there was something under the rock..."

Huo Lan looked at the stone that was specially painted with fluorescent paint as a downward arrow in case he could not see it: "..."

Huo Lan went over, lifted the stone surface, saw clearly what was pressed under it, and frowned slightly.

"Huo Lan." Liang Xiao called him.

Huo Lan didn't like this kind of agreement, but he wouldn't take out two brocade bags containing talisman papers because of this refuting Liangxiao's intention, and went back to the pool: "I'll go and put them away."

Liang Xiao was lying on the edge of the hot spring, his eyes were clearly reflected by the starlight in the water: "Huo Lan."

Huo Lan stopped moving.

Liang Xiao: "Do you know what this is for?"

Huo Lan was asked this question once today, he couldn't think of any more answers, he was silent for a while, and shook his head.

"The usefulness of this thing is not life and death."

Liang Xiao said: "I asked the temple, it guarantees the same life and death."

Huo Lan raised his eyes in bewilderment.

"How many years later is the same acupuncture point, you are responsible for this, just repair it for the two of us."

Liang Xiao smiled at him: "We don't use it to ask for something to die...that's boring."

Liang Xiao: "We use it to beg... as long as one person lives, the other must live."

Liang Xiao: "Live well."

Huo Lan's breath stagnated suddenly, and he focused on Liang Xiao.

"I asked."

Liang Xiao looked at him, eyes bent, Yuji Yunshu: "Are you following?"

He said this in a particularly undignified posture, but his eyes were as bright as after washing, and his hair was wet and dripping, and he fell into the hot spring.

Agitated a pool of stars.

Huo Lan looked at him for a while, then tightly clenched the two life talismans, followed, and held Liang Xiao's outstretched hand.

Chapter 99

……

They Huo Boss followed Thunder and Shuangxue.

Liang Xiao tossed in the snow of the hot spring for an unknown amount of time, contented, his arm pillowed on Huo Lan slowly melted, and the hot spring was completely wiped clean from the safety words of the crew.

He really didn't sit up, and his body was so soft and relaxed that he didn't have any strength. He began to doze off when he lay his pillow on his pillow, and his whole body slowly drifted down along the surface of the water.

Huo Lan was worried that Liang Xiao would choke on the water, so he pulled the person up and sat up, leaning on himself: "Be careful."

"No problem." Liang Xiao felt that he was following his own pulse, turned his wrist, and took Huo Lan's hand to hold it, "I can still run around halfway up the mountain now."

Huo Lan looked at him for a while, his pupils were completely warm, and stroked his hair.

Liang Xiao squinted his eyes comfortably, and rubbed his palm: "I'm thirsty."

He didn't move by himself, he saved up some unmelted snow and concentrated on making the little snowman, so that Huo Zhuzhi could feel at ease.

Huo Lan then pulled the corner of his lower lip, nodded in cooperation, took the fruit plate and waited aside.

Liang Xiao still wanted to stir things up, and asked Mr. Huo to completely flatten this small ridge. The fruit plate came, opened his mouth and closed his eyes and waited for a long time. He closed his mouth and was slightly surprised: "Is there still a process?"

...Could it be that Mr. Huo has advanced by leaps and bounds, and has learned to exchange a kiss for a fruit.

Liang Xiao felt embarrassed about thinking about himself, coughed lightly, and pretended to give way vaguely: "It's not appropriate..."

Huo Lan: "Very suitable."

Liang Xiao happily rebelled: "Yes."

Liang Xiao cheered up, poked the little snowman he had been playing with for a long time to the edge of the pool, maintained his human shape and rushed forward, ready to kiss their boss Huo.

As soon as he gained momentum, he watched Huo Lan hand over the fruit plate: "...What are you doing?"

"I've waited for too long." Huo Lan said, "It's not cold anymore."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao: "Oh."

"It's snowing for me." Huo Lang analyzed it carefully with him, "The local cooling effect is not very good, which affects the overall look and feel. I need ice—"

Liang Xiao became furious and put his mouth on Mr. Huo's shoulder.

Huo Lan had already become proficient at relaxing his shoulder and neck muscles when he pounced on him. He was bitten firmly by Mr. Liang, and he was in pain, but he still raised his hand in time to protect Liang Xiao, preventing him from knocking against the jagged rock wall at the edge of the hot spring.

The two hadn't been together for a day or two, Huo Lan was familiar with Liang Xiao's attack routines, he firmly protected Liang Xiao with one hand, and held the fruit plate steady with the other.

Liang Xiao was hugged and kissed by President Huo, still angry, and snatched away the reddest piece of watermelon in the fruit plate.

Huo Lan pressed the corner of his mouth and coaxed him in a low voice: "I know I was wrong."

"Is pheromone used for such fun?!" Liang Xiao condemned him heartbroken, "The snowman is about to melt!"

Huo Lan responded and helped the little snowman to snow.

Liang Xiao still wanted to say a few more words of righteousness and sternness, and raised his head to meet the smile in Huo Lan's pupils. Before he could recover, a small piece of hailstone fell.

Liang Xiao: "..."

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Huo Lan took some and put them on the fruit plate, chilled them carefully, picked a grape and peeled it for him.

Liang Xiao hadn't recovered from the smile in Mr. Huo's eyes, he clutched his chest with difficulty to stay awake, opened his mouth to pick up the grapes, and accidentally touched Huo Lang's slightly cold fingertips.

Both of them trembled uncontrollably.

"No." Liang Xiao had a grape in his mouth, in pain, and he was desperate to hold back Huo Lan's wrist, "Snow is fun, and hailstorm will make us cry..."

Huo Lan shielded him from the crackling ice cubes, the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed, and he lowered his head and kissed Liang Xiao's eyes.

Even if kissing in the heavy rain is romantic enough, Liang Xiao really can't think of any interest in the hailstorm. He raised his head to emphasize the problem, met the smile in Huo Lang's eyes, and finally couldn't help but completely disappeared. bottom line.

……

When it hails, let it hail.

Not teaching them Mr. Huo to drive, but teaching them Mr. Huo to joke is also a great achievement.

Liang Xiao really liked seeing Huo Lan laughing like this, so he poured a handful of water on his face, seized the opportunity, and messed up Huo Lan's hair.

The next day, Huo Lan asked Liang Xiao for leave for the early recording.

"..." Su Man was eating a sandwich, looking at the expression of the boss of her company, she couldn't explain it: "Is it in such a hurry?"

Huo Lan frowned: "What?"

A crew almost knew the details. This morning, a group of people received sandwiches sponsored by Room [-]. After being moved, they had nothing to do and used supplies to make a bet together.

Bet on when investors can't help but brutally run overly delicious omega artists.

There were still two days and one night left before the recording, so Su Man bet on two bottles of beer that Huo Lan would be the best among the crowd if he could endure until this afternoon.

Unexpectedly, they all underestimated the top-level alpha.

Mr. Huo still couldn't understand this level of code cuts, and the head of the public relations department was very worried, and followed up to explain: "It's not... Mr. Liang hurt his leg."

He spoke seriously, and the group of people who were chatting and joking were stunned for a moment, realizing that it was not a joke, and all concerned: "Is it serious?"

Minister of Public Relations: "Not serious..."

Considering the need to record the program, Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang actually restrained themselves and did not do anything to affect the filming.

... It's just that Mr. Liang hasn't had many hailstorms. Relatively speaking, his experience is somewhat lacking.

When the two came out of the hot spring, Mr. Liang didn't notice the tiny ice balls, and his feet slipped accidentally.

Split a fork.

Although Mr. Huo responded in a timely manner and did not cause further harm to Mr. Liang, the established facts have undoubtedly seriously hurt Mr. Liang's body and mind.

The head of the public relations department went to report to work in the morning, and accidentally heard the details, and now he is very worried that he will be silenced, so he carefully looked at Mr. Huo's expression: "Rest... just rest for half a day."

"That's good." Yin Chi breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you need us to pick it up?"

Yin Chi hit the nail on the head: "We happen to have the sponsorship of an off-road vehicle. It's as easy as walking on flat ground. We just need our staff to carry Mr. Liang to the car—"

Huo Lan said in a deep voice, "No need."

Yin Chi: "...OK."

Yin Chi watched Mr. Huo go up the mountain to pick up Mr. Liang, called the camera back, and comforted the investment team in a low voice: "We can...pretend that Mr. Liang came down in our off-road vehicle like walking on flat ground."

After all, the scenes where Mr. Liang participated in the show without his legs had to be edited strictly according to the principle of unfamiliarity between the two of them. At this time, it is reasonable and win-win to help investors add an advertisement.

Yin Chi has been the director of variety shows for many years, and he is not surprised. He directed the program team to drive an off-road vehicle and park it outside the old house, and raced against time to introduce the stability of the fuel consumption configuration.

The camera cuts to Mr. Liang, who was carried down the mountain by Mr. Huo himself and sat safely in the tea room.

……

"Rolling is the last step in tea making, after which only drying is required."

Liang Xiao took over the guidance work, so calm and cold that he couldn't tell that he had split a fork last night: "Generally, there is a special kneading table for handwork, with bamboo strips on it. Be patient, and you can't be fast or slow."

Liang Xiao has done a lot of work in the tea garden, and he is still doing it with ease. He holds the tea in his palm, turns them over and pushes them on the bamboo strips without rushing: "In the drying process, there are more baking or frying, and there are also steaming and sun drying. , depends on the type of tea."

Su Man crushed her lump, and took a look at the tea leaves Liang Xiao had kneaded, curious: "Is this how the tea you usually drink is kneaded?"

"Machines are probably popular now." Liang Xiao smiled, "At that time, most of us were artificial."

The tea leaves in Huo Lan's hand were also broken a lot, Liang Xiaotan went over to help adjust, and explained patiently: "This can destroy the tissue, squeeze out the tea juice, and adhere to the surface, and the tea soup will be excellent once brewed."

The host felt that there were some points worth digging into here, and held up the microphone: "Have you really done these jobs?"

"Almost." Liang Xiao smiled, "It's all the old Huangli."

The host specially did his homework, took a camera of Liang Xiao's skillful movements, and said with emotion: "I don't know if Yun Lian's resume includes tea making in tea gardens..."

The tea itself is extraordinarily elegant, but the cloudy past is shrouded in mist. The contrast between the Jiangnan charm in the play and the antique teahouse is surprisingly harmonious.

"Press lightly and knead shortly."

Liang Xiao thought about the tea-making workshop, which was not elegant at all, but he didn't pierce it. He took Huo Lan to try a few times: "These are young leaves, so don't use too much force."

Liang Xiao saw that he was still at a loss, so he simply moved over: "Be gentle, yes—"

The camera followed Liang Xiao not far away, and watched Mr. Liang being carried away by Mr. Huo, and quickly passed it on to other guests without regard for indecent assault.

"Teacher Liang is blatantly partial." Meng Fei joked with a smile, "We also broke a lot, why didn't we get this treatment?"

"They don't know each other well."

Su Man changed the ball again, failed to control her strength, and said nonsense to the broken leaves in her hands: "We need to communicate more."

This kind of work is undoubtedly very unfriendly to alpha, Jiang Pingchao also failed for the third time, put down the tea in his hand, and sighed gloomily.

Yin Chi pondered for a while, and his eyes lit up with inspiration: "Whether you have it before or not, it will be fine if you have it in the future?"

The screenwriter thought about it with him, and the two chatted together for a while, then called in a special video camera.

Liang Xiao was concentrating on guiding Huo Lan, when he noticed the camera approaching, he couldn't help being curious: "What are you going to record?"

"Many years later." The screenwriter motioned him to smile at the camera, "Brothers who have crossed the calamity are still here, and when we meet again, we will smile and wipe away our grievances."

The star premiere of "New Year's Eve" has ended, and the ratings averaged to [-], and the ratings of the final episode soared to seven or more. Although Yun Lian was alive, a scene appeared indistinctly, and the screenwriter was still tortured by the audience crying The blades were sent all over the place.

Some deleted scenes will be added to the online broadcast, and those clips that Liang Xiao was kidnapped by the screenwriter will also be broadcast as easter eggs with the episode, and the ratings will undoubtedly be guaranteed.

But it can be the icing on the cake, of course it should not be let go.

"It will be a small theater at that time." The screenwriter explained while supervising, "The situation has settled, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, Jingming and Jingzhe brothers have cleared up their past suspicions, and brought their loving family members to visit their old friends who opened the tea garden..."

screenwriter:"……"

The camera dutifully turned around.

Jiang Pingchao made more and more mistakes. Seeing that the pheromone was about to become unstable again, Meng Fei quickly protected the innocent tea with white eyes and handed him over to Chi Che who was disguised as FollowPD.

Su Man was coaxed out of her temper by Yu Zhi's hands clasped together, and followed step by step to learn the essentials of operation.

Qingya's old friend who opened the tea garden was dressed in misty rain from the south of the Yangtze River, sitting on the investor's lap, surrounded firmly, and concentrated on rubbing the tea in his hand.

……

The screenwriter pondered for a long time, put on the lens cap, and dragged the director out of the tea room.