The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    Liang Xiao came out of the crew and it was almost midnight.

    The housekeeper greeted him at the door: "Mr. Liang."

    Liang Xiao slowed down and smiled at him: "Don't bother you."

    The housekeeper doesn't have to get up early tomorrow, so he quickly shook his head when he heard the words: "Mr. Liang is a member of the family, and the family should be welcome if they haven't come back."

    Liang Xiao was startled.

    The housekeeper also felt guilty for what Mr. Huo said, confirmed that Mr. Duan was really tight-lipped, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you okay?"

    Liang Xiao squeezed his mind and smiled: "It's okay."

    Duan Ming took Xiaogong to the accommodation, Liang Xiao followed him into the elevator, and finally couldn't help: "Mr. Huo... have you rested?"

    The housekeeper nodded in relief: "rest, thanks to your note."

    Liang Xiao was taken aback: "Mr. Huo?"

    The housekeeper has read countless people, and has seen a lot of wind and waves.

    Liang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

    The housekeeper was at a loss: "Why?"

    Liang Xiao's ear was slightly hot, and he coughed without explaining in detail.

    When he was writing the note, he was impulsive and couldn't hold back... Mocking them, Mr. Huo.

    Wrote a few words about sleepless sleep, urgent need for a warmer, etc.

    Liang Xiao was far away from the crew at that time, and she had a strong sense of color and courage. She felt that even if their serious-minded Mr. Huo lost his temper when he saw this kind of bastard, he would press him on the sofa and spank his ass... There seems to be nothing wrong.

    I really went back to the hotel, and I came back with a guilty conscience, and I was more or less afraid that Huo Lan would really be buried in the snow.

    Liang Xiao patted her chest and followed the housekeeper out of the elevator.

    Afraid of arguing with Mr. Huo, he didn't turn on the lights, so he deliberately changed to a farther bathroom to wash his hands and feet, and after changing his pajamas, he turned around and opened the side bedroom door.

    "Mr. Duan brought the luggage here."

    The housekeeper followed him with a small table lamp, and explained softly: "If you have anything, just tell us directly, Mr. Huo will make all arrangements."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "What can I do...don't bother."

    I can't count the number of times he has been with the crew. When the schedule is in a hurry, he will change his clothes and toiletries and pull a bag and go.

    According to the standard treatment of the presidential suite, you don't even need to bring your own toiletries.

    Liang Xiao even wanted to take it, so he took care of his hand and turned on the light: "It's alright, you—"

    Liang Xiao stood at the door of the side bed with one hand on the door, opened his mouth in disbelief, but did not make a sound.

    The housekeeper was blocked from seeing by him: "What's the matter?"

    Liang Xiao rubbed her eyes, looked at it carefully, and muttered: "Mr. Huo... It's really a very thoughtful arrangement."

    Liang Xiao looked at the vast rows of pillows on the bed, walked over, lifted the quilt, and revealed a mighty row of hot water bottles.

    Liang Xiao pondered for a long time, reached out and picked up a hot water bottle, and weighed it.

    The housekeeper saw the situation on the bed clearly, his eyes darkened, and he hurriedly threw the blame: "Maybe the captain of the bodyguard did it—"

    Liang Xiao shook his head: "It's Mr. Huo."

    The housekeeper was weak for a while: "How...how do you know?"

    Liang Xiao sighed: "Mr. Huo couldn't hold back and read my note."

    He is really sleepless, and he thinks it's too cold at night, so he urgently needs help to warm the bed.

    It's not lonely now.

    There is a big bed now, and he is about to be squeezed by the pillows and have nowhere to sleep.

    Liang Xiao was speechless, convinced: "Find the problem, ask the problem, solve the problem..."

    The housekeeper hurried over to clean up for him: "Wait a moment, soon-"

    Liang Xiao waved his hand: "No."

    The housekeeper looked at him worriedly.

    Liang Xiao picked up the hot water bottle, pinpointed where Mr. Huo might be, and stacked them in a row against the wall, got on the bed by himself, and lay in the mighty circle of pillows.

    Although the visual effect is a little scary, it feels really comfortable to lie in.

    Liang Xiao’s several scenes were all close-to-medium shots. According to the etiquette teacher’s request, his shoulders, backs, waists and waists were straight. Not sour is fake.

    Liang Xiao sank into the pillow, even a little addicted: "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."

    The housekeeper was worried: "Mr. Liang..."

    Liang Xiao was unexpectedly satisfied, yawned comfortably, and poked his head between the pillow and the pillow: "Good night."

    The housekeeper was obviously fine when he went down to greet him, but when he came back and saw such a battle, the assistant team outside was also at a loss, and really didn't know how to explain it.

    The housekeeper was apprehensive, looked at it carefully for a long time, confirmed that Liang Xiao was not unhappy, and finally calmed down a little: "You... rest well."

    Liang Xiao nodded.

    The housekeeper turned off the light for him, bowed and left.

    Liang Xiao listened to the door closing in the darkness, turned over, pulled a pillow and hugged it into her arms.

    …

    To be honest, at this time when Huo Lan was not around, he could still breathe a sigh of relief.

    Liang Xiao had an accident and was worried by Duan Ming. Every time he had a little headache, he always had to toss the manager and assistant to run up and down in fear.

    If something like this happens later, I instinctively don't want to let others know.

    Liang Xiao fished the pillow into her arms, retracted her arms, and sighed in a low voice: "It's alright..."

    Liang Xiao raised his hand, touched his head, and closed his eyes.

    Liang Xiao was lying on the bed, holding the pillow and counting sheep, when she counted to 1,652, she suddenly heard the door being slightly pushed open.

    Extremely light, little twist handle.

    The slit was pushed open along the dim light pouring in.

    Liang Xiao's mind was suddenly raised, and he was about to jump up subconsciously, remembering where he was, and couldn't help it.

    The figure at the door stood for a while, and his eyes fell on him.

    Liang Xiao was easily seen through pretending to be asleep at the beginning, which aroused his fighting spirit. He has already summed up a wave of skills with all his heart. He closed his eyes and relaxed his body, and his shoulders and backs slowly rose and fell with his breathing.

    The figure was silent for a while, probably confirming that he was fast asleep, and walked lightly to the bed.

    Liang Xiao turned over while holding the pillow realistically.

    Liang Xiao did not move.

    Huo Lan was relieved, slightly relieved, and reached out to gently pull the pillow in his arms.

    Liang Xiao didn't quite know why Mr. Huo came to grab his pillow in the middle of the night, thinking that he probably didn't have the strength to fall asleep, so he hugged him back symbolically, and let go.

    Huo Lan probably just ran into the hot water, and the warm water vapor was wrapped in a cool and moist breath, intertwined like the first melting of ice and snow.

    Liang Xiao didn't realize it, she couldn't help it, she concentrated on making a plan, and prepared to take a slap in the face when Mr. Huo was unprepared and pretended to be asleep.

    Just as he was about to start, Huo Lan had already reached out and lifted his quilt.

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    They may have been pierced by human souls.

    Liang Xiao was a little worried, hesitating whether he should pretend to be asleep and turn on the light.

    Huo Lan didn't notice it, he still held his arm with one hand, hesitated, put the pillow aside, and lay down by himself.

    Liang Xiao was afraid of revealing her stuff, so she hurriedly held her breath and closed her eyes.

    Huo Lan sensed that something was wrong, and wrapped the person into his arms, slowing down and stroking slowly.

    Liang Xiao couldn't hold it anymore, buried in Huo Lan's shoulder cloth, and changed his breath in a low voice.

    Huo Lan whispered: "I am here."

    Liang Xiao's heart throbbed.

    Huo Lan sat next door and waited for an hour on purpose. Considering that Liang Xiao was working hard during the day, he should have fallen asleep at this time, so he flushed hot water and came over.

    He didn't doubt that Liang Xiao was awake, only worried that he hadn't come out of the lingering fear of the well rope for ten years, and the nightmare was uncomfortable.

    Mr. Liang said that flowers and leaves cannot be seen day and night, which means from morning to night.

    Night does not count.

    Huo Lan hugged the person to his chest, holding his heartbeat slowly: "I'm..."

    Liang Xiao's eyes were hot.

    Huo Lan didn't know how to coax people, and couldn't say more, just said this sentence over and over in a soft voice, giving him a little bit of his enthusiasm.

    Liang Xiao's thoughts were gone, he stretched out his hand and hugged Huo Lan tightly.

    Huo Lanhui protected him.

    Liang Xiao rested on Huo Lan's chest and shoulders, and all the thoughts that were overturned in her chest were gradually cleared up.

    Liang Xiao curled up in his arms again, tiredness welled up, and fell asleep unconsciously.

    The next morning.

    Liang Xiao was a little stunned by the empty bed.

    "What's wrong?"

    Duan Ming entered the door to help him clean up, and was startled by the pillows and pillows on the bed: "You finally don't sell toiletries?"

    Duan Ming frowned and reminded him: "You can't take the pillow, you have to pay for it..."

    Liang Xiao rubbed her forehead with one hand: "I won't take it."

    Duan Ming also heard him promise how many times not to take toiletries, so he was not very relieved, he put the pillows together and showed him today's shooting schedule.

    "There is an exterior scene today, and you are probably going to ride a horse."

    Duan Ming turned out the script and read it to him: "The forbidden army exercises martial arts, arranges a hundred dramas to sacrifice spring, shoots the target and breaks the willow repeatedly and misses..."

    Liang Xiao had already memorized it by heart, and pressed his forehead numbly to connect: "Little Marquis does not wear armor or saddle, three arrows in a row, one back and forth to pinch the tenderest tip of the wicker."

    Duan Ming was stunned: "Have you memorized the narration?"

    Liang Xiao hugged herself distressedly, and sighed: "When I was backing it, I didn't realize that this was the outline and narration."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Duan Ming patted him on the shoulder, opened the window to help him ventilate, and looked at Liang Xiao's sullen spirit: "Didn't sleep well? What happened?"

    Liang Xiao: "Brother Duan, have you seen Mr. Huo?"

    Duan Ming thought for a while: "Mr. Huo hasn't woken up yet."

    Liang Xiao had a morning show today, earlier than usual to go to the crew, and it was not time for Mr. Huo to get up.

    When he came, the master bedroom door was closed, and the captain of the bodyguard specially told them that Mr. Huo hadn't slept well these days, so try to be as light as possible.

    Liang Xiao nodded and muttered: "I haven't woken up yet..."

    Liang Xiao puzzled: "Have I finally begun to have a spring dream?"

    Duan Ming was taken aback by him: "What?"

    Liang Xiao touched the empty bed, looked at the pillow that he was hugging well, and rubbed his forehead again.

    He clearly remembered that Mr. Huo came over in the middle of the night last night and slept with him in his arms.

    It's impossible to repay your kindness with a pillow.

    Liang Xiao looked back and couldn't help but sigh: "That's too traceless..."

    I knew it was a dream, even if I touched it and kissed it.

    Liang Xiao felt that he had suffered a great loss, sighed for a while, got out of bed with energy, and floated off to wash with his eyes closed.

    Duan Ming dragged him and corrected him: "By the way, Mr. Huo has something to ask them to ask you."

    Duan Ming was not used to it at first, but after a day, he had already adapted to this model: "Mr. Huo said, although Mr. Liang said that we can't meet every day..."

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "When did I say no?"

    How did Duan Ming know that, and continued to pass on to him dutifully: "...but there is no precise rule, what time is the day and night."

    Liang Xiao: "...Oh."

    Duan Ming finished reading according to the lines: "Mr. Huo's proposal is from six in the morning to twelve in the evening. During this period, no matter how much Mr. Huo thinks about Mr. Liang, he cannot take the initiative. come over."

    Duan Ming: "What about yours?"

    Liang Xiao was absent-minded: "My what?"

    "Proposal." Duan Ming said, "Mr. Huo has already told you that you don't need to write it, just mention it orally."

    Liang Xiao: "I——"

    Liang Xiao was on a whim at the beginning, but he never thought that things would develop to this point. He put down his toothbrush and washed his face with water: "Do I have to be accurate?"

    "Yes." Duan Ming nodded, "Mr. Huo said that if twelve o'clock is agreed, he can start preparing from eleven o'clock."

    Duan Ming didn't really understand it, but he still dutifully relayed: "In this way, from ten o'clock, he can allow himself to start thinking about Mr. Liang."

    Liang Xiao was startled.

    Liang Xiao stood quietly for a while, suppressing the churning enthusiasm in his chest, and smiled: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao's ears heated up: "Then I... propose."

    Liang Xiao didn't expect that Hua and Ye would be able to negotiate, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous and coughed: "Morning, from twelve in the morning to three in the evening..."

    "..." Duan Ming: "Is your morning and evening range so broad?"

    Liang Xiaoheng: "Yes."

    "No." Duan Ming said, "Mr. Huo said that the fluctuation range is from six to seven in the morning, and from eleven to twelve in the evening."

    Duan Ming reminded him: "You also need time to concentrate on filming and memorize your lines."

    Duan Ming endured it, but still couldn't hold back the knife: "I have to recite the synopsis and narration..."

    Liang Xiao's knee hurts: "From seven to eleven."

    Duan Ming nodded and helped him record the time: "You still have one minute."

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "What?"

     "Mr. Huo said, the time set by Mr. Liang shall prevail."

    Duan Ming looked at his watch: "There are still fifty-seven seconds to seven o'clock, you-"

    Duan Ming's voice fell, and there was no one in front of him.

    Duan Ming stood there for two seconds, stuck his head out, and looked at the master bedroom.

    …

    Keeping in mind the agreement between the two, Huo Lan got up alone early in the morning and returned to the master bedroom with light movements.

    He didn't sleep soundly at night, he was still a little sleepy at this time, he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, when he suddenly heard a bang at the door.

    Huo Lan was smashed hard: "…"

    Huo Lan's eyes were a little dark, and he didn't even know anyone immediately, so he said with difficulty: "Get up—"

    Liang Xiao ran out of time, so he counted the seconds: "It's too late."

    Huo Lan heard his voice, his instinctively raised hand froze, and he slammed behind Liang Xiao.

    Liang Xiao firmly hugged him quickly, aimed at Huo Lan and took a sip, pressed for the last second, and rushed out of the door without looking back.