The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    Duan Ming has not yet figured out: "What the **** is going on with the two of you..."

    Liang Xiao was afraid of his heart attack, so she kindly shook her head: "I can't ask."

    Duan Ming was only worried about the conflict between the two of them. Seeing that Liang Xiao's complexion was fine, he felt more relieved: "...OK."

    Duan Ming didn't ask: "Take it, don't get too complacent."

    Jin Dao sees God kill God and Buddha kill Buddha all morning, even if Liang Xiao is the master of suffering, going to the crew with such a spring breeze, I am afraid that he will inevitably encounter bad luck.

    Duan Ming looked at the corner of Liang Xiao's mouth that couldn't be pressed down, and reminded: "When you get to the crew, remember to walk around Jin Dao."

    Duan Ming was in the crew all morning, and thinking about it now, he still has lingering fears: "Director Jin is going crazy, the dynamite will explode as soon as it touches."

    Duan Ming: "What did I say?"

    Liang Xiao said: "**."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Liang Xiao: "As soon as you touch it..."

    Duan Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him, took out a mask to cover his face tightly, turned over and went back to sleep.

    The crew was chaotic all morning, and the storm passed, but it has actually calmed down a lot.

    Jin Zhenbo's crew is an old team that has been working with each other all the year round. It's really not thoughtful to take advantage of the chaos to take advantage of the boot. The place that should be dealt with is still not ambiguous.

    When Liang Xiao arrived, the new hotel was finalized, and urgent letters were sent to each artist team explaining the negotiation, and the original hotel was also severely held accountable for its negligence.

    "Nothing important."

    Duan Ming took the letter and read it briefly: "We will negotiate with us to keep secrets and not disclose details to the outside media. As compensation, the first month's salary will be increased by 10%..."

    Liang Xiao was distracted all the way, and suddenly woke up: "Is this not important?"

    Duan Ming did not expect that he and Mr. Huo have developed to this point, and he still does not forget the original intention and does not change his original intention: "...important."

    Liang Xiao lost his mind, took over the letter, read it carefully, and handed it over to the assistant.

    This kind of thing happened just after the machine was turned on. If the media knew about it, it would inevitably make a big fuss. It is inevitable to block the news and sign a non-disclosure agreement.

     "Everything that should have been dealt with last night was dealt with, and the crew also explained it."

    Duan Ming took the shooting schedule and helped him with the book: "Help you tell the production director, Xingguan will provide accommodation here, and we will live alone in the future... The crew can fully understand ."

    Not only can I understand, but after accepting Liang Xiaogang's grief setting of leaving a job, the production director is still very concerned, and has repeatedly confirmed several times whether this incident will affect Liang Xiao's work in the company impression.

    Last night, she almost took the initiative to call Xingguan to help Liang Xiao explain.

    Duan Ming thought about the effect of the production director calling Mr. Huo last night, pressed his forehead hard, and regained his calm: "You focus on filming, don't worry about anything else."

    Liang Xiao nodded: "Brother Duan, hard work."

    Duan Ming was not polite to him, he waved his hand, and gave him the schedule: "Your two plays are at night, and the studio is like natural light."

    Liang Xiao nodded and wrote down the scenes to be filmed.

    The daytime and nighttime scenes in the studio have little effect. Sometimes the light effect during the day is not enough, and artificial light sources are used to imitate natural light to achieve the best lens effect.

    The soldiers were in chaos all morning, and it was not long before the filming started, and the afternoon scenes naturally moved to the evening.

    Liang Xiao opened the script, and suddenly couldn't help but walk away: "It's really..."

    Duan Ming asked: "What is it?"

    "I'm going back, Mr. Huo is already asleep." Liang Xiao has never spoken so accurately, clutching the script and reflecting, "Is it the price?"

    What you have, you must lose.

    If you kiss, you need to sacrifice for three days without seeing each other.

    According to this... in case someday**.

    Liang Xiao was worried: "Wouldn't it take at least ten years..."

    Duan Ming is no longer ready to understand: "Do you want yogurt?"

    Liang Xiao sighed: "Huang Tao's."

    Duan Ming rummaged through the assistant's snack bag, picked out a bottle of yellow peach oat yogurt, twisted it open, and handed it to him.

    Liang Xiao borrowed milk to relieve her worries, took two sips to calm her mind, and then read the script.

    Although it was an unwarranted disaster, the whole crew was sounded a wake-up call, and they performed their duties and strived for perfection all day, but the progress was vaguely faster than usual for most of the time.

    Liang Xiao originally planned to wait until the middle of the night, but just reported the approximate time to the housekeeper, the field manager hurried over: "Are you convenient to be there now?"

    "So soon?" Duan Ming stood up, "Isn't there a scene ahead?"

    "It's just too fast, the makeup in the previous scene hasn't been done yet."

    The field manager ran back and forth for a long time, and explained embarrassingly: "If possible, try your best...not to let Director Jin sit idle."

    After all, Director Jin can't help but think about what happened last night when he is free.

    Several assistant directors worked diligently and arranged the scenes tightly. Make sure that Director Jin just looked up from the monitor of this scene, and the next scene has already started to light up at a fixed point.

    Liang Xiao was slightly dumb and nodded: "Okay."

    The lines in these few scenes are not difficult. Liang Xiao was worried that he was thinking about Mr. Huo at home.

    "I'll go right now." Liang Xiao put away the script, "It's hard work."

    The field manager was surprised and delighted, waved his hands again and again, and ran back to report in response.

    Duan Ming took the down jacket that Liang Xiao was wearing: "No problem?"

    Liang Xiao nodded: "No problem."

    Everyone was there, and when I looked up, I saw it, knowing that it was less than ten minutes away.

    The string that has been stretched all the time is settled, and it is much easier to concentrate.

    Liang Xiao was preparing to go there, and after calculating the time, he turned back: "No... there is something else."

    Duan Ming asked: "What?"

    Liang Xiao turned on the phone and checked the time.

    Although they were only separated by a wall when they went back at night, after accepting the setting of the door and water, they still followed the original rule of one in the crew and one in the villa , and made an appointment with him to call and exchange work time.

    The original arrangement is fine, but now I'm going to the scene ahead of time, I really want to shoot it... I don't necessarily have time.

    Liang Xiao thought about it.

    According to Director Jin's current state of ignition, if he dares to call on the set, Huo Lan will probably receive someone who is physically familiar with him tonight.

     "Brother Duan, when you're done, let Xiaogong take the time to run for me..."

    Liang Xiao thought for a while, then took out a folded note and stuffed it to Duan Ming: "Help me give it to Mr. Huo."

    Duan Ming was stunned: "Have the two of you degenerated into this communication mode?"

    Liang Xiao: "Huh?"

    Duan Ming watched the two people degenerate from meeting to making phone calls, from making phone calls to geese passing on books, and couldn't help worrying: "Next time, will you just find a piece of wood to carve a few words?" a word?"

    Liang Xiao just wanted to relive the exciting heartbeat of passing the note with Mr. Huo, but he didn't react and looked at him blankly.

    The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more worried he became: "Next time, you will take a rope, tie a few knots on it, and let us help you hand it over to Mr. Huo..."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Duan Ming is really afraid that he will tie the rope to note: "Will you?"

    "...No." Liang Xiao took a deep breath, "I will make a video with Mr. Huo next time."

    Duan Ming looked at him back in the embrace of modern technology and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

    Liang Xiao was a little worried about whether he was putting too much pressure on the staff around him recently. He wanted to ask Duan Ming to take a rest. He was afraid that he would think too much, so he didn't say it right away and added more to his team in the plan. took a vacation.

    Duan Ming took his note, pressed Liang Xiao's shoulder, and went back to find his assistant.

    Master bedroom.

    Huo Lan read the report in his hand several times, put it aside, and glanced at the phone again.

    The housekeeper hesitantly said, "The crew...there are too many emergencies."

    The housekeeper was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he explained in a low voice: "Mr. Liang must not deliberately not call."

    Huo Lan: "I know."

    The housekeeper was stunned.

    Huo Lan closed his eyes, pressed his forehead hard, and pulled his attention away from the extremely quiet mobile phone.

    Liang Xiao was in the crew, he was busy and he had a lot of things to do, and there may be changes to the arrangements at any time.

    Something went wrong last night, and I have to deal with it during the day today. Naturally, there will be more uncertainties.

    Huo Lan was sensible, tried his best not to think about it, and was silent for a while: "What time is it?"

    The housekeeper sighed in his heart: "Nine thirty-seven."

    It has been seven minutes and three seconds since Mr. Liang originally made an appointment to call.

    In this short seven minutes and three seconds, Mr. Huo asked the time three times and looked at the phone five times.

    When I was in the imperial capital, the crew had not yet officially started. Although Mr. Liang was busy every day, he was always able to control his time. This situation has never happened before.

    This time the two were less than ten minutes away, but Mr. Liang was stumbled by the crew and had no chance to arrange freely.

    The housekeeper really wanted to ask them why Mr. Huo couldn't go to the class, but reluctantly held back: "Should I call Mr. Duan? He should know..."

    Huo Lan shook his head: "No need."

    The housekeeper grumbles: "Yes."

    Huo Lan felt a little restless since 9:29, closed his eyes for a while, and reflected: "Mr. Liang is right."

    The housekeeper was stunned: "What did Mr. Liang say?"

    Huo Lan: "If you can't see it, it won't affect it."

    When Liang Xiao was leaving in the nanny's car today, he couldn't help but keep looking at the window.

    After the car left, he stood at the window for five minutes.

    Huo Lan whispered: "I'm too indulgent."

    The housekeeper vaguely felt that Mr. Liang's original intention must not be this: "It's not very influential."

    The housekeeper looked at the watch and reminded them in a low voice, Mr. Huo, who had been living like a long time: "It's only been eight minutes since you couldn't read the documents until now..."

    Usually, Huo Lan has to rest for much longer than this because of poor sleep during the susceptible period and severe headaches.

    When Mr. Liang hugged the master bedroom door this morning, Mr. Huo stood against the door and stood on the other side.

    After Mr. Liang left, Mr. Huo was in a good mood to deal with dozens of tedious quarterly reports.

    The housekeeper looked at the overall situation and felt that since Huo Lan came here, the overall work efficiency has actually improved more than a star and a half.

    Huo Lan was not convinced, and frowned: "Only eight minutes?"

    The housekeeper changed his words: "Nine minutes."

    Huo Lan: “…”

    It has been almost nine hours since Huo Lan felt his body, his eyes darkened, and he pressed his eyebrows hard.

    “And—actually, it’s not a big problem.”

      It's rested."

    The housekeeper tried his best to follow him: "Don't be restrained, you wouldn't have seen Mr. Liang."

    Huo Lan: “…”

    Housekeeper: "…"

    The housekeeper wiped the white frost on his head and reflected on what was wrong.

    Huo Lan tried his best to suppress the pheromone, read the report several times, and finally closed his eyes: "Inhibitor."

    The housekeeper was a little worried: "Better... not."

    Huo Lan is extremely insensitive to inhibitors and cannot adjust in time according to the fluctuation of its own pheromone, so it is easy to overdose.

    Once an overdose, the side effects and the symptoms of the susceptible period will significantly increase the discomfort.

    Huo Lan waited for a while, and when he saw that he didn't move, he got up to get it himself.

    The housekeeper is anxious: "Mr. Huo——"

    Huo Lan was unmoved, took out the special inhibitor of valu, and opened the outer packaging.

    The housekeeper was too worried and wanted to persuade again, but the captain of the bodyguard suddenly knocked on the door and came in: "Mr. Huo?"

    The housekeeper was afraid that he would make trouble again, so he stopped people at the door: "What's the matter with Mr. Huo?"

    "The people from Mr. Liang's side are here, and they say they can't make calls before the show is over."

    The captain of the bodyguard took out a neat note: "Let the help pass to Mr. Huo..."

    The housekeeper turned around hesitantly, looked at Mr. Huo, who had just rested in the wind and snow, and quickly helped pass it over.

    Huo Lan was stunned and took the note.

    Huo Lan squeezed the note without any force in his hand. After a while, he carefully put it in his palm and turned back to the desk.

    The housekeeper tightly shut the bodyguard captain out of the door: "What are you looking for?"

    "Book." Huo Lan said, "The note he gave me will be checked in the future."

    The housekeeper was stunned: "Huh?"

    Huo Lan held the sheet of paper folded into a square, watched it quietly for a while, his depression and anxiety disappeared, and he searched on the table.

      get.

    Little Huo Lan didn't pay attention to the few sheets at first, but after getting into the habit, he carefully flattened them all in a book.

    Later... When Xiao Liangxiao left, he took all those notes with him.

    Huo Lan suspected that he had misremembered the book and tried desperately to find it. In the small study room of the villa, there are all his textbook exercises, reference materials, and selections of readings inside and outside the class. Huo Lan once locked himself in the small study room for three days when he was a teenager, and carefully turned it over page by page.

    Except for the QAQ in the footer of the practice book, there is no trace of Liang Xiao ever left.

    It's back now.

    The note passed through the hands of several people, and the captain of the bodyguard was careless and slightly wrinkled.

    Huo Lan placed it on the table, flattened it little by little, and repaired several folds to the same extent, and carefully sandwiched it in the book that I brought here.

    The housekeeper stared blankly for a while: "Mr. Huo..."

    Huo Lan raised his eyes: "What?"

    The housekeeper was so peaceful that he didn't quite get used to it.

    "In case Mr. Liang has any urgent business..."

    The housekeeper assumed for a while, but couldn't convince himself: "...It's alright."

    If there is any urgent matter, Mr. Liang will of course call directly.

    It won't be so slow to pour it a few times by hand.

    The housekeeper sighed and swallowed the rest.

    "Stop watching now."

    Huo Lan understood what he meant, and was silent: "Next time...let's see."

    The housekeeper was stunned: "What next time?"

    Huo Lan didn't want to explain, shook his head, took the document again, and approved a few omissions.

    The housekeeper did not expect that Mr. Liang's notes would be so useful, so he turned back to Liang Xiao to write hundreds or eighty of them, and when necessary, took out one for emergency: "You are busy."

    The housekeeper was full of relief: "It's fine now, Mr. Liang is fine, you don't have to worry anymore..."

    Huo Lan's eyes just relaxed a little, but after hearing the words, he darkened again: "He's not good."

    The butler's heart skipped a roller coaster: "Who?"

    "Mr. Liang." Huo Lan said, "Every time he gave me a note, it was because he didn't want to talk."

    The housekeeper was stunned, and asked when Mr. Liang gave you the note, and swallowed it for the time being: "Why doesn't Mr. Liang want to talk?"

    Huo Lan: "He's afraid I'll notice."

    I have a vague understanding of Liang Xiao's original experience, Huo Lan can roughly restore what kind of life Xiao Liang Xiao lived when he was with him.

    Xiao Liangxiao had to work part-time to earn money, and had to endure sleepiness to attend lectures. When he returned home at night, he had to force himself to endorse and study.

    Huo Lan thinks back now, every time Xiao Liangxiao gently bumps him with his elbow under the lamp, and hands him a scribbled note, it is because he or he is divided After family planning, or being ignored by parents.

    Pass him a note...because Xiao Liangxiao is also very tired.

    I was so tired that I couldn't lift my arms, and I lost the strength to toss.

    Xiao Liangxiao didn't want Huo Lan to worry about him, and also didn't want Huo Lan to be alone.

    "He said believe me..."

    Huo Lan closed his eyes: "But in his heart, he actually only believes in himself."

    It doesn't matter whether it's painful or tired, it can't be shared with others.

    Huo Lan whispered: "In fact, he didn't completely recover from what happened last night, he just didn't want to worry me."

    The housekeeper understood, and his heart was sour: "Mr. Liang is used to cooking alone..."

    Huo Lan: "Not in the future."

    The housekeeper really wanted these two people to exchange love words, so after a long memory, he quickly took out the voice recorder: "Yes... not in the future, Mr. Liang will have you in the future."

    Huo Lan nodded: "I will take it slow."

    The housekeeper is persuasive: "Yes, you are thinking about Mr. Liang."

    Huo Lan was agitated by him, quiet for a while, and closed his eyes: "In the future... I will do my best."

    The butler pressed the record button while Huo Lan was unprepared.

    Huo Lan: "One day, I will hold Mr. Liang and make Mr. Liang cry out loud."

    Housekeeper: "…"