The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Housekeeper: "…"

    Liang Xiao sit-ups.

    Now that I think about it, the teenage model and "self-control of games, healthy and happy growth" may be some highly directional hints.

    If you can't sleep late at night, of course you should grow up healthily and diligently learn to write and read.

    Liang Xiao sat in a trance for a while facing the sonorous letter of apology: "Is there a request?"

    The housekeeper didn't seem to expect that he didn't hang up the phone on the spot, he was stunned for a while, and truthfully conveyed: "One..."

    Liang Xiao couldn't believe it: "What?"

    "One." The housekeeper has no way out, and he has broken down.

    "..." Liang Xiao: "What about three."

    Housekeeper: "...unlimited characters."

    Liang Xiao pressed her forehead, her heart ashen: "I'll ask a question."

    The housekeeper is melancholy: "You ask."

    Liang Xiao: "Did Huo always accidentally sprint and split during the final sprint review?"

    …

    The next morning, the manager came to deliver breakfast and was taken aback.

    Liang Xiao did not lie on the bed and fight with the quilt, nor did he find him entering the door. He was neatly dressed and sat in front of the window with a piece of paper in front of him and a pen in his hand.

    Duan Ming put down the fritters and was a little nervous at his dark circles: "What's wrong?"

    Liang Xiao sighed.

    Duan Ming was worried that he would stay up late to play games again, stared at him for two seconds, and checked his phone.

    "No fight." Liang Xiao took it back, "Don't look."

    Duan Ming was even more worried, frowned and probed his forehead: "Why?"

    "For your own good."

    Liang Xiao was so sleepy that he was almost inhuman, folded the paper and put it close to him, patted his shoulder, and went to wash up: "Some things can't be seen."

    “…” Duan Ming: “What?”

    Liang Xiao has gone through all the vicissitudes of life and sighed with emotion: "Once you see it, you have to pay the price..."

    Duan Ming couldn't understand at all, he brought back the man who kept walking on the wall with his eyes closed, moved half a meter to the right in parallel, and stuffed it into the bathroom.

    He just received two notices from the production crew. He originally wanted to come over early and tell Liang Xiao by the way. Seeing his state, he didn't dare to bring up the business: "I'm so sleepy, didn't sleep well last night?"

    I didn't sleep well.

    Not even sleep.

    Liang Xiao sighed again, and after washing up, came out of the bathroom and took the soy milk from the manager.

    He has two more scenes this morning, and he has a lot of scenes. He is going to lie to the protagonist's elder brother, Jing Ming, chairman of the Jing family, and there are a lot of polite lines.

    I originally planned to go to sleep after finishing my homework as soon as possible, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to write after reading it.

    "Is it alright?" Duan Ming saw that he was too sleepy to open his mouth, so he inserted a straw into the soy milk and stuffed it into his mouth, "No, I'll run and see if I can get along with it. A teacher to tune in."

    The soy milk is no longer hot, Liang Xiao took a few breaths, took a deep breath and cheered up: "No problem."

    Duan Ming still didn't feel relieved, and gave him a hand. After he staggered and stood firm, he packed up his things and called his assistant, and went out together.

    In half an hour.

    The person who insisted that there was no problem fell asleep on the set in seconds.

    Liang Xiao was going to fight against Jing Ming in this scene. After several attempts to deal with it, Yun Lian left a half-truth and told the head of Jing's group, who had been wandering between light and dark for many years, to vaguely guess him. position.

    Yun Lian retreated the silver note, scattered the generous gifts, left a brand new suit, and entered the Longtan Tiger Den alone.

    Liang Xiao slept on the first step.

    Meng Feibai, who played Jing Ming, greeted her with a warm smile, and waited for visitors to get off the bus.

    After waiting for two seconds, Meng Feibai was vaguely puzzled, and reached out to lift the curtain of the car.

    "..." Duan Ming's eyes darkened, he raised his legs to sue someone, was held down by the chief director Song Qi and shoved back to the sidelines.

    The executive director received a signal, and the camera light remained unchanged.

    Jing Ming stood for a while and reached out to touch his shoulder.

    Because it wasn't enough, Liang Xiao jolted slightly, looked alert, and sat up straight.

    …

    The screenwriter is overjoyed: "Excellent."

    Before this scene, Yun Liangang was injured in an unknown manner, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

    Jing Zhe joins the front line, and Jing Ming sits in the Jing Group. The two brothers are one in the open and the other in the dark, and they will not join forces until the last minute, but it is no secret to the audience from God's perspective.

    Come to see Jingming, Yun Lian will relax and sleep lightly, indicating that Yun Lian has long been clear about the position of the Jing family brothers.

    Liang Xiao's sleep saved three scenes and five pages of lines.

    "Awesome."

    The more the screenwriter looked at him, the more pleasing he was, and he waved the script to Director Song: "The variety show will bring him one."

    Director Song disagrees with frowning: "Leading members, at least 35 episodes—"

    The screenwriter is very good at math, nodded and took out a pen, adding five more episodes to Yun Lian's black and white photos.

    Liang Xiao endured two scenes, relaxed and went back to the room to fall asleep. When she woke up, she was still at a loss: "What variety show?"

    "Interviews, on the first-line satellite TV."

    Duan Ming came back with the travel list and itinerary, and patted him on the shoulder with pleasure: "Leave the day after tomorrow."

    This morning, the assistant director Huo Guanjia asked him to convey to Liang Xiao that the crew has a publicity event and will try their best to stop it. If necessary, you can travel at your own expense.

    Liang Xiao was so sleepy in the morning that he didn't have time to speak.

    The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more gratified he became. He picked up his hand and slapped him: "You must take me when you change jobs."

    The assistant helped him clean up the house and raised his hand: "Take me."

    "..." Liang Xiaogang wrote about the feeling after reading in a dream, rubbed his forehead, and gave birth to infinite emotion: "It's not easy."

    Especially once you want to jump to Star Crown.

    I don’t know if Star Crown’s employees and artists often write essays.

    "Take your time." Duan Ming comforted him, "Don't worry, your contract hasn't expired yet."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "Didn't your contract expire?"

    "We are a work contract." Duan Ming said, "If you want to quit your job, you'll be fine."

    "A maximum of one month's salary will be deducted." The assistant was also willing to leave, but couldn't help complaining, "I wanted to leave a long time ago, if they hadn't taken Brother Xiao—"

    Duan Ming said in a deep voice, "Xiao Gong."

    The assistant closed his mouth and mopped the floor in a sullen mood.

    Liang Xiao was dazed on the set. With strong professional ethics and inertia, he finished the play. When he returned to the room, he fell asleep on his head. Only now did he wake up, and took care of the clothes he changed. Li Li smiled and said, "It's okay."

    Duan Ming's face was not good-looking, he sorted out the itinerary and put it on the table for him, and was shot several times from behind by the assistant holding the mop.

    "There's no such thing as emotion."

    Liang Xiao knew that he was not happy, so he took the initiative to throw the clothes into the washing machine, and patiently enlightened: "After doing this business and mixing in the circle, we must have basic qualities..."

    "Don't talk about this." Duan Ming didn't want to think about it again, "What happened to you last night?"

    Liang Xiao pressed the water inlet button and was stunned when he heard the words: "Ah?"

    "Is it a side effect?"

    Duan Ming remembered the situation this morning, still worried, worried that he would be uncomfortable for another night and couldn't sleep: "I've been tired recently? Are the auxiliary drugs not working well? What are you doing laundry all of a sudden?"

    Liang Xiao vaguely felt that there were some variables in the whole thing, was stunned for a while, then raised his hand: "Ah."

    Duan Ming: "?"

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Duan Ming took two steps back, dragged his assistant to the side, and watched the artist, who was said to be indifferent to his anger and anger, pulled the plug of the washing machine, opened the cover, and plunged in like a groundhog. Find.

    Half a minute later, Liang Xiao took out a handful of scraps and sat on the ground.

    "It's cold on the ground." Duan Ming has become more and more unable to understand him recently, and he dragged him up, "What's the matter?"

    Liang Xiao: "This was originally a piece of paper."

    "..." Duan Ming could tell: "Yes, you washed it."

    He actually didn't pay attention. Now that he saw the shredded paper foam in the washing machine, he had a headache and remembered that Liang Xiao did put a piece of paper in his pocket in the morning: "It's okay, don't worry about it."

    There are many stars who come to film, most of the clothes are expensive, and the crew has a special laundry room.

    Liang Xiao's clothes are not so pretentious in terms of price and quality, and the assistant was originally in charge of washing.

    But today the assistant was so angry that he mopped the floor.

    Liang Xiao was kind for a while and took the trouble.

    It was really troublesome that the clothes were covered with paper foam. Duan Ming motioned his assistant to take over and put him on the sofa.

    Liang Xiao raised his head: "This is really a piece of paper."

    Duan Ming: "...I'll find another one for you?"

    Liang Xiao: "I can't find it."

    There are 364 words of hard work on this piece of paper.

    Every word is precious.

    washed.

    "..." Duan Ming spent 100% of his efforts, and listened to the whole process from his mouth. He really couldn't figure out any part: "Why do you use paper?"

    "Or else."

    Liang Xiao was bored, holding the paper foam and staring blankly: "Should I use bamboo slips?"

    "Mr. Huo."

    The housekeeper promises: "Mr. Liang will definitely share his thoughts after reading it today."

    Huo Lan looked dull, turned a few pages of the report, and glanced at the time.

    Three minutes left.

    The housekeeper even began to wonder what happened to Mr. Huo, so he came over with coffee and skillfully stole a stack of reports: "Sleep, Mr. Liang will give it to me after handing it over. You bring it."

    Huo Lan closed his eyes, pressed his eyebrows, and shook his head: "No."

    The housekeeper was about to speak when he suddenly remembered Liang Xiao's guess last night: "Mr. Huo."

    Huo Lan opened his eyes.

    The housekeeper actually thought that Mr. Liang's guess was outrageous. After thinking about it, he hesitated: "Mr. Liang asked something."

    Huo Lan: "What?"

    "Mr. Liang asked." The housekeeper took courage, "Are you... subconsciously resisting sleeping?"

    If you follow the logic of the sprint final exam, this possibility actually makes sense.

    After all, no matter how sleepy you are before the exam, you don't dare to sleep very much.

    As soon as the housekeeper's voice fell, Huo Lanmeifeng was already frowning.

    The housekeeper was silent, put down the iced coffee, wiped a layer of white frost from his hair, and crossed out this unrealistic possibility.

    "Tell Mr. Liang." Huo Lan said, "The time has passed, so don't pay."

    The housekeeper actually wanted to know why the two people couldn't talk directly through any communication software, but Mr. Huo had a request and could only do as he did: "Thirty seconds left."

    The coffee floats on a layer of crushed ice.

    The housekeeper insisted: "Mr. Liang is really writing."

    The housekeeper has been practicing for many years, and he is confident that even if Liang Xiao only sends one Chinese character, he can interpret the two points shocking three points touching five points in this Chinese character for Mr. Huo from all aspects to cleanse the soul: "You rest assured-"

    Huo Lan's cell phone dinged.

    The ice ball shook.

    The housekeeper's eyes lit up, he was delighted, and watched Huo Lan open the message.

    [Mr. Liang: "After Reading"]

    【Mr. Liang: QAQ】