The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    Huo Lan surrounded Liang Xiao with one arm.

    In fact, Liang Xiao is not the only one who believes that as long as he knows the truth, he will take Liang Xiao's approach as an ulterior motive.

    Huo Lan asked himself, there is nothing wrong with this speculation.

    Shopping malls are often ruthless, and logically speaking, they should not be taken lightly towards anyone around them.

    …

    But he didn't really think about it.

    Huo Lan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on Liang Xiao.

    By wrapping her shoulders in this way, Liang Xiaoqing became even more thin, almost thinning out the outline of her shoulder blades.

    Slightly trembling.

    Huo Lan was a little worried that he was frozen by himself, so he tried his best to control the pheromones, and lowered his head to speak again, the hem of his clothes suddenly sunk.

    Huo Lan frowned, looking at Liang Xiao's tightly closed eyelashes.

    "Not hard."

    Liang Xiao leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, and said in a relaxed and comfortable tone: "Actually, the black and white photos took on the main part of the scene. Roughly estimated, there are about fifteen episodes more than me——"

    He paused abruptly and couldn't say any more.

    Huo Lan raised his hand and touched the water vapor he couldn't hold under his eyelashes.

    Liang Xiao was caught, and was so ashamed that he was silent on the spot: "…"

     Been here for so many years.

    Training.

    I have acted as a corpse, as a bandit, as a stand-in and as a ghost.

    I was hugged.

    Liang Xiao blushed, took advantage of Huo Lan's hand away, and quickly wiped away tears.

    There is no wind in the house, the windows are tightly closed, and there are no excuses such as sand.

    ...I was fascinated by Mr. Huo's pheromone.

    Liang Xiao felt ashamed, thought in despair, and murmured in a trance: "The fifteenth episode..."

    Huo Lan was slightly startled: "What?"

    "Black and white photos, fifteen more episodes than mine."

    Liang Xiao gave up on himself and gave free play, searched his stomach, and scratched his stomach to explain the reason for this cry: "...I was jealous and excited for a while."

    Huo Lan didn't understand: "Jealous about black and white photos?"

    Liang Xiao closed his eyes and nodded.

    Huo Lan was at a loss: "Jealousy and crying?"

    Liang Xiao spelled it out: "...Yes."

    Huo Lan was caught off guard, and was completely surrounded by him: "Have you talked to Director Song?"

    Liang Xiao was crazy to say to Director Song: "No..."

    Huo Lan frowned and pondered for a while: "I'll go talk."

    Liang Xiao's eyes darkened, dragging Mr. Huo's innocent arm, which he held for half a night.

    Huo Lan stopped.

    Liang Xiao was frightened by her skillful movements, so she quickly let go and recited the "Great Compassion Mantra": "Black and white photos... also have the value of black and white photos."

    "Mr. Pei is the chief screenwriter."

    Liang Xiao was afraid that he would really go to Director Song, so he bravely asked for another true god: "Since fifteen episodes have been arranged, it means that it is very important in these fifteen episodes."

    Liang Xiao understands the truth: "You can't delete it."

    Huo Lan is not good at the specific content of filming. Hearing what he said is reasonable, after thinking about it, he turned back to the bed and sat down.

    The scene of the photo cannot be deleted.

    The key point that Liang Xiao cares about is that there are fifteen episodes less than the photos.

    Huo Lan roughly sorted out the key points and nodded: "I see."

    "Got it."

     Duan Ming, who returned to the studio, was expressionless and sat on the Maza: "This is why you suddenly have two more episodes, and we have to shoot for five more days."

    There is no heating in Jiangnan, the studio continued to receive cold magic attacks, and the shooting was finished early.

    The remuneration is settled in advance, and if you shoot ten more episodes, you will not get more money.

    Duan Ming really couldn't understand him, and analyzed numbly: "You are dissatisfied with your photo, and think it has appeared more than you."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more unbelievable: "As time goes by, jealousy grows..."

    "Brother Duan." Liang Xiao despaired, "Don't say anything."

    Duan Ming didn't irritate him any more, he shoved the script of the newly added two episodes and patted him on the shoulder.

    Liang Xiao hugged the script in a daze, found a place next to the electric heater, posted two warm treasure stickers to herself, opened the script and turned a few pages.

    …

    Such a development was unexpected.

    Huo Lan seems to be very thoughtful, but in fact he pays too much attention to logic.

    You can plan games in the market, but as long as you don't play cards with Mr. Huo according to reason, you can turn him into a dead end and lose at least three chapters of progress with others.

    At that time, Mr. Huo was surrounded by his theory of "envying black and white photos to the point of crying", and even suppressed his temper and patiently enlightened him for a while.

    Liang Xiao's performance was realistic, and under the painstaking mediation of Mr. Huo, he and the photos released his suspicions and had a good time.

    Liang Xiao thought it was over.

    In addition to Chinese, Mr. Huo is also excellent in mathematics.

    "No problem."

    The housekeeper was sent by Mr. Huo to send him back to the crew, brought Jiang Tang over, and persuaded him painstakingly: "Don't you mind that there are fifteen episodes less than the photos? Look, now only Thirteen episodes left..."

    Liang Xiao's eyes were blank: "I thank you."

    "No thanks." The housekeeper waved his hand sincerely, "Are you feeling better?"

    Liang Xiao was plagued by the weather a few days ago, and she couldn't hold back the fever. After the fever subsided, she consciously jumped up and down. With the auxiliary drugs that she never stopped, she didn't feel any discomfort.

    Liang Xiao thanked again, took the **** soup, blew it, and poured it down: "Okay."

    Ginger soup was boiled by the steward. He saw how much **** was ruthlessly put in the kitchen, and he was stunned to see him pour it straight into his mouth: "Do you want water?"

    "No."

    Liang Xiao swallowed the mountains and rivers and said, "I can."

    Gangmao Qingre Granules can be used as tea, the lethality of **** soup is not very strong.

    The housekeeper was full of respect, and took the heat preservation bucket he handed back: "Mr. Huo will be here tonight, take good care of your body."

    Liang Xiao felt that the logical connection between his two sentences was weak, so he pulled a few pieces of paper and wiped his mouth: "Is Mr. Huo okay?"

    "Very good." The housekeeper was full of expectations. "The pheromone has been relatively stable recently. When Mr. Huo arrives and temporarily marked you, it will probably be completely back to normal."

    Liang Xiao nodded.

    Although he had an appointment with the housekeeper, he was sweating profusely as soon as the fever subsided that night, and Mr. Huo did not allow him to take a shower.

    The crew had a tight shooting time and heavy tasks, and they had to go back to the studio the next day.

    Huo Lan was having a morning meeting at that time, Liang Xiao washed his neck and sat in the waiting hall until ten minutes before takeoff, only to wait for the captain of the bodyguard and Butler Huo.

    The housekeeper understands: "It's not your fault."

    "Mr. Huo is here and call me." Liang Xiao smiled, "I'll go straight up."

    The housekeeper was looking forward to his words, and he was relieved when he heard the words: "Definitely."

    Liang Xiao closed the script: "By the way... there is one more thing."

    Butler: "You ask."

    Liang Xiao was curious: "Why is Mr. Huo so reluctant to temporarily mark?"

    He actually found out long ago that Huo Lan himself was particularly resistant to the temporary marking.

    I don't want to bite when I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to bite when I'm tired from work, and my omega's health is not up to the expected standard.

    The housekeeper is no less worried than the broker Duan Ming, and every time he has to work hard for his own president.

    "We don't know either." The housekeeper hesitated, "Maybe...it has something to do with Mr. Huo's family."

    Liang Xiao then remembered that Huo Lan took over the Huo family when he was an adult, and felt that he should not ask more, and nodded: "This way..."

    The housekeeper did not wait for his words to settle, and quickly continued: "Mr. Huo has no relatives around now, no one will beat the mandarin ducks, the family environment is free, and he is a high-quality diamond single alpha."

    Liang Xiao pressed his forehead: "I didn't want to ask this..."

    "It doesn't matter." The housekeeper wanted to say this, moved a chair and sat down beside him, "This matter starts with Mr. Huo's birth."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    The housekeeper described it very competently, in a few words, and explained to him the origin of the Huo family's nanny, cook, cleaner exchange group speculated version of Mr. Huo's coldness.

    Huo Lan did not live in the Huo family when he was a child, and was not liked by his parents.

    The young Huo Lan was placed in foster care in a separate family. When he was at the age of school, he was sent to Jiangnan to study.

    Later Huo Lan returned to the imperial capital to go to university, and not long after, Huo's father and Huo's mother suffered a plane crash when they were out of the house, and died unexpectedly together.

    The family business was in a mess, Huo Lan was ordered to go back to the Huo family to take over the business.

    The growth process is too impersonal, and there is no suitable elders to guide, Huo Lan can grow into the temperament he is today. In the butler's view, he is actually very optimistic, positive, kind and kind.

    "Mr. Huo doesn't like Mr. Huo very much."

    Housekeeper: "When Mr. Huo was in elementary school, he seriously wrote a letter to his parents, saved it for a semester, and showed it to Mr. Huo when he came home during the summer vacation."

    “…”

    Liang Xiao was not surprised, he exhaled, and suppressed his distress: "Then what?"

    "Sir threw it away."

    The housekeeper said, "throw it in the flower pond outside the window. It was pouring rain that day, and Mr. Huo ran out to pick it up by himself... He didn't pick up anything."

    Liang Xiao frowned and said nothing.

    The housekeeper hesitated for a while, then continued softly: "Mr. Huo has never been around anyone, and he doesn't know how to get along with others. If possible, we would like to ask you to give him a little more time."

    "You've always wondered, Mr. Huo knew what happened five years ago, why don't you doubt you?"

    Housekeeper: "He actually wants to find someone he can trust more than the average person..."

    Liang Xiao took a deep breath, exhaled a little, and looked out the window.

    The housekeeper picked up the insulation bucket and walked out the door lightly.

    The captain of the bodyguard squatted outside the door.

    The captain of the bodyguard was worried: "Is it a bit too much?"

    The housekeeper squatted down: "Have you been?"

    "The owner just didn't see it."

    The captain of the bodyguard recalled: "Put it by the window, the window was open, and it was accidentally knocked out by the nanny."

    Butler: "Almost."

    Captain Bodyguard: "It didn't rain heavily that day, the weather was fine."

    Butler: "Almost."

    Captain of the bodyguard: "Mr. Huo didn't go out to find..."

    The little Huo Lan at that time was actually pretty much the same as now.

    The letter was written carefully, stroke by stroke. It took a long time to write, and a thick stack was collected, and it was delivered neatly to the door of the study.

    But throw it away.

    For Huo Lan, sending things is his own business, and he does not need any response, nor does he need others to like him.

    “…”

    The housekeeper took a deep breath: "Mr. Huo is looking for it."

    The captain of the bodyguard remembered clearly: "No."

    Housekeeper: "I found it."

    Captain Bodyguard: "No."

    The captain of the bodyguard has been responsible for guarding the entire Huo family for many years, and has all the surveillance cameras of the entire Huo family. Ask yourself that you can't go wrong: "No—"

    "Found."

    The housekeeper pressed the mouth of the bodyguard captain: "Mr. Huo spent the whole night looking for him, and his clothes were soaked. It was so windy and rainy that day."

    The captain of the bodyguard couldn't figure it out: "Does this have anything to do with the plan?"

    Housekeeper: "Our plan is to have Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang together."

    The captain of the bodyguard nodded: "Yes."

    "Rely on what." The white-haired butler said, "I fell while walking by Mr. Liang, and happened to be sitting on Mr. Huo's clean and clean body?"