The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    A reading session was held until the early morning.

    The assistant director reminded several times that Jin Cao's interest was still unabated, and it was only after two o'clock that he remembered to put everyone back to sleep.

    At noon the next day, the production director took the field manager to the door to apologize: "I'm really sorry..."

    "It's okay." Duan Ming guarded the door and politely said, "We understand."

    Duan Ming took it over, thanked him, and watched as the production director and the assistant director, Rock Scissors, knocked on the next door.

    Duan Ming lightly closed the door: "Let's go."

    Liang Xiao hugged the quilt, replied vaguely, and buried her back and closed her eyes.

    It was already early in the morning when I returned to my room, and it took only six hours to wash and clean up.

    Liang Xiao changed the bed and couldn't sleep well. After a sleep, he still didn't recover. He was so sleepy that he wanted to die: "Brother Duan."

    "I'm here." Duan Ming walked over quickly, "What do you want?"

    Liang Xiao struggled to turn over and held his hand: "You don't know, I've been short of money all these years..."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Duan Ming stuffed Liang Xiao's hand back into the quilt and wrapped it tightly: "Sleep."

    Since last night, Liang Xiao didn't know which tendons were not right, so he kept staring at him, and expressed his love for the ten-dollar red envelope in a dozen ways or euphemistically or directly desire.

    He is not a wishing well.

    Duan Ming was so annoyed that he gave him ten dollars out of his own pocket, but Liang Xiao has yet to receive it.

    Duan Ming glanced at it: "There was an exchange meeting at noon, but most of it was yellow."

    This kind of exchange meeting is mostly a simple dinner party. The crew will book the hotel restaurant, so that the actors and crew members who want to cooperate can get acquainted with each other and enhance their feelings.

    The production director didn't follow the reading last night, and came to knock on the door today to apologize. I'm afraid he was waiting alone in the restaurant until the end of the day, and finally realized that something was wrong.

    Liang Xiao felt relieved, touched the phone, opened one eye and looked at the screen.

      After being in two rows, I was smuggled and chatted by the deputy director circle, and there was no more text.

    The announcement group that I joined has not returned yet. Hundreds of messages have been accumulated. Temporary group performances and group lunches are widely recruited.

    The official account pushed a series of discounts, enter the group to receive coupons, and start the rush on time at zero.

    Pay special attention to the empty column.

    Liang Xiao put down the phone and sighed, feeling uneasy.

    Duan Ming frowned: "What's wrong?"

    Liang Xiao was a little sad: "So soon."

    "Why so fast." Duan Ming didn't understand, and touched his forehead, "Have a fever again?"

    Liang Xiao didn't have a fever, she was very awake, shook her head and shook Duan Ming's hand: "Mr. Huo hasn't sent me a message until now."

    Everything is destiny

    If you don’t talk about ten dollars, two dollars will do.

    Liang Xiao sighed, hugged the little quilt and leaned against the bedside, desolately: "I confessed, I am his person, I don't care anymore, don't send any news..."

    Duan Ming is numb: "It's over, let's take it."

    "...I'm worried." Liang Xiao said, "Mr. Huo may have been stumped by something."

    Duan Ming: "What can you get stuck on?"

    "It's not good, I've been worried."

    Liang Xiao thought for a while: "We went out to talk about the script that day, but nothing happened. If nothing happened, why did Mr. Huo suddenly lock himself in a small dark room?"

    Duan Ming didn't feel it at first, but when he said this, he also vaguely felt that it was wrong: "Yes."

    Although from the root cause, Mr. Huo locked himself in the small black room and there were some problems in the personality of Mr. Ba, but the problem was not only this one.

    Liang Xiao didn't mention it, Duan Ming almost forgot, they didn't know what happened to Mr. Huo that day.

    Duan Ming thought for a while: "Let me ask Butler Huo for you?"

    "No." Liang Xiao shook his head, "Mr. Huo definitely doesn't want to say it."

    Since Huo Lang didn't want to say it, it was probably just some unpleasant and annoying things to say.

    Liang Xiao didn't have to know, but he just left, somewhat worried about Huo Lan, who stayed at home.

    …

    Liang Xiao thought for a while, then went back and thought about it carefully, and was accidentally stabbed by his natural "stay at home".

    Liang Xiao's heart beat for a long time, pursed the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help feeding himself a candy.

    Duan Ming was sitting beside the bed, watching him make himself red: "Which paragraph are you thinking of now?"

    Liang Xiao wakes up: "What part?"

    "Master bedroom, side bedroom, small bedroom, study, office."

    Duan Ming counted the keys he brought over this time, and raised his head in disbelief: "Why is there another walk-in dressing room?!"

    Liang Xiao choked and coughed for a long time.

    Duan Ming has cooperated with him for so long, and he never thought that Liang Xiao's heart would be so fierce: "You——"

    Liang Xiao stalked his neck: "Can't you!"

    "...line."

    Duan Ming opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, patted him on the shoulder: "Come on."

    Duan Ming: "You must have a dream."

    Duan Ming was also in the Huo House nanny, chef, and cleaners exchange group. He clicked on the group news and carefully screened it several times, but he couldn't find any clues: "Could it be that something went wrong with the business? ?"

    Liang Xiao shook his head: "It's something he's not sure about."

    Duan Ming puzzled: "Then why can't it be business..."

    Liang Xiao: "How could Mr. Huo not be sure about business?"

    "..." Duan Ming was convinced, nodded, and closed his mouth not to speak.

    The two met and pondered for a whole afternoon, but did not come to a conclusion, so they could only put this matter aside for the time being.

    The crew exchange meeting was not completed, so it was postponed all the way and moved to the afternoon.

    The actors who joined the group brought their accompanying team, plus the crew members, and had a meal in the restaurant at an unknown time.

    The producer helped smooth things out: "It's also the teachers who played so well that if you're not careful, you can't get in and out."

    "Indeed." The assistant director nodded, "We were on the side and were brought into the play several times."

      If you don't look like you don't turn it on, you can get a lot of sparks.

    Jin Dao's face became better, and there was one argument: "It's not bad."

    "Especially Liang Xiao." The middle-aged actor next to him smiled, "I don't have to choose the lines, I watched the sample of "Sui Chu", and the camera performance is really beautiful."

    Liang Xiao was slightly dumb: "You are wrong."

    "Don't be humble." Director Jin continued, "It's not easy to do this at your age."

    Jin Zhenbo saw him a few years ago, and he knows how Liang Xiao has come over these years: "Hurry up when you have the chance. It's the first time you play the male lead, and the crew will give you a few more shots."

    The "grinding a few times" in Jin Dao's mouth has been unforgettable not only by the crew members, but also by many actors who have worked together.

    When they heard Dao Jin's words, many people still had lingering fears, and their eyes fell on Liang Xiao, with some unconscious sympathy.

    Liang Xiao didn't realize it, smiled: "I can't ask for it."

    Director Jin stared at him for a long time, admiring it, no more words, nodded and left.

    The hotel's meals are self-service mode. There are also freshly fried steaks in the corner area, and the nigiri sushi is served in flowing water.

    Liang Xiao found a place to sit down, asked the assistant to follow the manager to pick out the dishes he liked, and took out his mobile phone to take a look.

    Mr. Huo has been stumbled for a long time this time. It has been a long time, and it is still quiet and no movement.

    Liang Xiao intentionally sent him a message, but worried that Huo Lan was distracted by the news.

    "Why don't you take something?" The production director watched him sit still, worried that Liang Xiao would be the first time to play the male lead, so he sat down to relieve his heart, "Don't be nervous, Director Jin Talent, his temper is actually better than your director Song Qi."

    Liang Xiao put away the phone, looked up and smiled: "Thank you."

    "I watched the variety show you filmed, and the entry point is very good."

    In addition to filming, the production director also manages the announcement of budget contracts, and pays more attention to actors than acting: "The response is also very good."

    Liang Xiao almost forgot that he had sold breakfast for five days. Hearing this, he was stunned: "Is it broadcast?"

    "The first episode, there's more to come." The production director smiled, "I'm hungry."

    "On the Road" has been done for several seasons, and it is rare to be able to stabilize the initial pace, and the style has not changed much along the way. Usually, it is tepid and tepid one after another, and occasionally when I encounter a guest with high traffic, it can be a small explosion.

    Liang Xiao's recent popularity has been stabilized by Star Crown, and Yunlian's materials are gradually released. With the announcement of "Sui Chu", it is the time when fans are flooding in and there is a big gap in resource demand .

    It is rare for a variety show to be released. As soon as the first episode came out, the number of broadcasts was several times that of the previous episodes.

    "It's good to see the world in the breakfast car."

    The director of production changed the topic: "However, the character design is slightly conflicting with our positioning. It is best to find a few opportunities in the near future and pull it back properly... Your contract is in the star crown, right? ?"

    Liang Xiao didn't know that he wanted to see the world, so he nodded: "Yes."

    This kind of thing often happens in the circle. When there is a slight conflict between the artist's long-term personality planning and the role, the team will make short-term adjustments without a trace to prevent the audience from making plays.

    No matter how serious and arrogant you are, you should put down the shelf properly and send some press releases when you receive a light comedy.

    If you are more gentle and elegant, if you take on the role of a tough guy, you should also find a chance to put a few short videos of morning running and deadlifting.

    The director of production and Director Jin have worked together for a long time, and I remember the years when Liang Xiao was a stand-in, and I have a very good impression of him.

    The director of production took him with heart, and explained a few more words: "In this play, your role is the little prince of Zhongming Dingshi. You can find some ceremonial parties or something to show your face."

    If you want to attend the ceremony party, you must wear formal clothes, and related accessories must also be on.

    Liang Xiao grows well, and has more temperament than the same age artists live.

    Without much publicity, the photos that come out of the light can make you look expensive.

    "I see." Liang Xiao actually understood, but still nodded seriously, "Thank you."

    The director of production smiled and waved his hand, encouraged him a few words, got up and left.

    Liang Xiao was still thinking about something, and was hooked by the director of the production company "discuss with you, Mr. Huo", and after a while, he noticed Duan Ming who was holding a dinner plate: " Duan, when did you come back?"

    "I just got back, I saw someone talking to you, but I didn't come."

    Duan Ming put the dinner plate in front of him and dragged his assistant to sit down: "What did the director of production ask you to do?"

    Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed: "Brother Duan, don't ask."

    Duan Ming was stunned and couldn't figure out how a manager couldn't ask this: "Why?"

    Liang Xiao waited for him to ask why, happily: "Director asked me to call Mr. Huo."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Duan Ming felt that the director's original intention was definitely not this, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, rubbed his forehead and looked at him.

    Duan Ming couldn't bear it anymore: "...Okay, let's fight."

    Liang Xiao pulled back his mind, and first told his manager in a few words that he wanted to adjust the direction of the announcement.

    Xingguan's team is professional and responsible. Even if the production director doesn't mention this, the follow-up plan has already been arranged. Duan Ming has several invitations for the dinner party in his hand.

    Duan Ming listened carefully: "We are all ready..."

    Liang Xiao also knew it, but still remembered: "People are kind enough to help us."

    Duan Ming: "Then you also act well and complement each other."

    Liang Xiao nodded and took the phone.

    Originally, I was not too embarrassed to disturb Huo Lan's work, but the production director did say that he should discuss with them Mr. Huo... It should be considered a job.

    Liang Xiao didn't pay much attention to his face anymore, so he quickly persuaded himself: "Brother Duan, I'll go—"

    Duan Mingkuai was so annoyed by him that he waved his hands again and again: "Go quickly, don't come back until half an hour."

    Liang Xiao has slept since she came back in the middle of the night last night and hasn't eaten anything yet. Duan Ming was afraid that he would suddenly starve to death while on the phone, so he wrapped some freshly baked scallion-flavored bread in kraft paper and handed it over: "Bring some dry food... What's the matter?"

    Duan Ming glanced at Liang Xiao's face, then glanced at his cell phone.

    It was an automatic push that popped up from the APP, Liang Xiao just clicked it, and he was watching it himself.

    Duan Ming frowned: "Huo's branch protested... What are they protesting? Back then, the family insisted on helping each other and didn't let them close down as they wished?"

    Liang Xiao shook his head, having a vague hunch: "Someone should be making trouble."

    Liang Xiao looked up at him and made a gesture.

    Duan Ming also regained his senses, and quickly lowered his voice: "Long Tao is not reconciled, and he wants to bite the star crown before he dies?"

    Liang Xiao did not respond, clicked on the hot search to have a look, and swept around to forward comments.

    There are many internal problems in Longtao, and there have been many bad debts and losses in recent years, which were targeted by Star Crown with full firepower. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it will be a matter of time to be squeezed out.

    The hot search this time is nothing more than a dying struggle, and there is not much trouble, and the public opinion trend is not even deliberately maintained by the star crown, one-sided ridicule the few ungrateful branches .

    Liang Xiao is not so worried about this kind of thing that is not worth worrying about: "It won't last long."

    Liang Xiao was silent for a while, then put down the phone: "Butler Huo said that Mr. Huo grew up in a separate family when he was a child."

    Duan Ming was stunned for a while, then suddenly reacted: "Are these few making trouble?"

    Liang Xiao didn't know either, but looking at Huo Lan's reaction, I'm afraid it's probably the same thing.

    "What's the matter..." Duan Ming frowned, "Isn't this the heart of President Huo? These people are so open to money, they haven't saved the slightest bit of affection?"

    Liang Xiao shook his head: "We don't know many things."

    Duan Ming: "I'll go back and ask Butler Huo."

    Liang Xiao wanted to speak, but Duan Ming pressed him back: "Butler Huo knows what to say and what not to say. If it's really something Mr. Huo doesn't want others to know, he won't say it."

    Liang Xiao opened his mouth, his face was hot for no reason: "It's not necessarily..."

    The housekeeper still said something that shouldn't be said.

    For example, Xiao Huo Lan braved the heavy rain to pick up letters.

    You must never tell Mr. Huo. Once he does, Mr. Huo will probably be pressed on the sofa and spanked ten times.

    Both of them haven't seen each other all day, not even a single message. Liang Xiao was a little moved, and even thought that he would run to ask them if it was raining heavily that day, Mr. Huo.

    Duan Ming said, "What?"

    Liang Xiao was not going to share this punishment with her manager, so she shook her head: "It's fine."

    Duan Ming was inexplicable, and wanted to ask again, Liang Xiao had already picked up his mobile phone and scallion-scented bread, gave him a slap to cheer himself up, and slipped out of the restaurant while the chaos.

    "Mr. Huo."

    The housekeeper put down the document: "The public relations department reported that there is no problem with the direction of public opinion, there is not much to deal with, and it is still monitoring in real time..."

    Huo Lan: "Don't worry about it."

    The housekeeper nodded: "Yes."

    A few days ago, they broke up at the door, and they had this preparation. In the next few days, the doors of several subsidiaries of Xingguan and Huo's were also disrupted, and it was a matter of time before it became a hot search.

    This kind of thing is not wrong with the Huo family.

    People like this kind of anecdote of the rich and powerful. Without Star Crown's own efforts, there are already marketing accounts taking turns to take stock of Huo's near-legendary life in danger.

    The housekeeper didn't want him to think too much about this, so he deliberately picked interesting things to distract Huo Lan: "They all said that your investment in Feiyang Pharmaceuticals was a miracle. In the dead end, the industry outside the circle did not expect that it turned out that the breaking point was here..."

    Huo Lan closed a document: "I don't know either."

    The housekeeper was ready to talk to himself for an hour, and was stunned when he heard the words: "What?"

    "It wasn't from God, and I didn't know it at the time." Huo Lan raised his eyes, "I just—"

    Huo Lan was silent for a while, couldn't help frowning again, and looked at the phone.

    The housekeeper asked, "Just what?"

    Huo Lan: "Why hasn't Mr. Liang finished his work?"

    Housekeeper: "…"

    The housekeeper thought that your idea was really brilliant, opened his mouth and coughed: "The team said that the reading session last night was in the early morning, and Mr. Liang didn't wake up until noon. , and then the crew will have an exchange meeting."

    Huo Lan only had a general understanding of the crew's process, and didn't know how troublesome it was to perform in practice.

    The housekeeper tried his best to distract him: "You said just now that you don't know that Feiyang Pharmaceutical is a breaking point, but..."

    Huo Lan: "He wants me to help him with his work."

    The housekeeper was stunned: "Who?"

    The housekeeper is in charge of all the trivial matters of the Huo family all the year round. The amount of information is huge, and he has cultivated the precise instinct to focus on the key points: "That year-the person you met in Jiangnan?"

    Huo Lan was silent for a while, and took out a walnut from the small drawer beside the desk.

    Housekeeper: "…"

    He suspects that as soon as Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang are separated, they will be susceptible.

    Huo Lan held the walnut: "I agreed at that time."

    Huo Lan is usually reluctant to talk about these things, but Mr. Liang's work has not ended, and he still has no homesickness.

    Huo Lan himself is better when he is concentrating on work.

    "He..." The housekeeper swallowed back the words of Jiangnan Ono, "Let you solve the work? Does he know what you do?"

    Huo Lan closed his eyes: "I know more or less."

    At that time, Xiao Liangxiao's thoughts were all on his meal card, and he wasn't really interested in his identity, but he would know more or less.

    The school was full of children from the family, and Huo Lan occasionally gave him medicines. In order to make him believe that these medicines did not cost money, they would also say that it was his own hospital.

    The housekeeper asked: "Did he say he wants to work in the pharmaceutical industry?"

    Huo Lan nodded.

    The housekeeper pulled out the address book and marked all the doctors and pharmacists in the contact information with a red exclamation mark of high alert.

    Huo Lan: "He told me that if he cuts ties with his family and runs out in the future, he will come to me if he really has no food."

    "I...thought at that time." Huo Lan said, "He suddenly disappeared, maybe he broke off with his family and ran away."

      There is no backhand dormant in the dark.

    If you are walking on thin ice in the abyss, every step you take may be irreversible.

    The housekeeper still had an impression. When Huo Lang first returned to Huo's house, he was very silent. In fact, he was not so indifferent to inhumanity.

    It's really...intolerable.

    The young Huo Lan gritted his teeth a little bit, cut off his trust and cut off his naivety, gave up all his warmth and relaxation, and forced himself to be alone.

    Feiyang Pharmaceutical is the only door he left for himself.

    All he had left at the time was the information that the other party wanted to work in the pharmaceutical industry.

    There are so many pharmaceutical factories and so many hospitals in the country, even if it is only a little possibility of finding a needle in a haystack.

    Huo Lan whispered: "I didn't know..."

    If he had known what Liang Xiao did later, he might have put all his money into the star crown.

    The housekeeper was shocked: "You don't know what?"

    Huo Lan regained his mind and shook his head: "Nothing."

    The housekeeper never knew that their relationship between Mr. Huo and Jiangnan Xiaoyeo was so deep, so he clutched his heart and probed carefully: "Do you have anything else with him? Something like this..."

    Huo Lan's eyes softened: "There are many more."

    The housekeeper died on the spot.

    Huo Lan talked to him for a while, and his chaotic mood had been suppressed a lot, and he was about to refocus on his work when his phone suddenly vibrated.

    Huo Lan glanced down and picked up the phone.

    In a trance, the housekeeper seemed to see Mr. Huo's eyes light up: "Is it... Mr. Liang?"

    Huo Lan nodded, didn't have time to talk to him, and took his mobile phone into the bedroom.

    The housekeeper followed to the door, but did not step in, leaning against the door absentmindedly.

    The captain of the bodyguard squatted outside the door and walked over quickly: "How is it, is Mr. Huo happy?"

    "Huo is always happy..." The housekeeper was in a complicated mood, clasping his arm tremblingly, "Mr. Liang may not be very happy in the future."

    The captain of the bodyguard was at a loss: "Why?"

    The housekeeper stared at him in a trance, and couldn't tell if they were softly reminiscing about the past in one second, but the next second, his eyes lit up at Mr. Liang's phone.

    The housekeeper was silent for a while, then sighed: "We must treat Mr. Liang well."

    The captain of the bodyguard was not prepared to treat Mr. Liang badly, so he was stunned: "Why?"

    The housekeeper shook his head: "You don't understand..."

    "Mr. Liang's love." The butler sighed, "It's too bitter."