The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

    …

    The touch is too real.

    Liang Xiao didn't dare to move, and felt a little nervous.

    When Huo Lan entered the door, he hadn't noticed the problem yet. At this point, he couldn't bear to suspect that he might have fallen asleep quickly and had a dream again.

    In addition, he couldn't think of a reason to explain the situation.

    They stood by the bed, holding his **** with one hand.

    Maybe the rope.

    Liang Xiao closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look, feeling restless.

    If it were a dream…

    He was too horny.

    They have even collapsed their boss Huo's character.

    Liang Xiao's ears were slightly hot, and she couldn't help but severely reprimanded herself. She was preparing to change her mind and eyes to another cookie dream, and the development of things had a new change.

    The rope in Huo Lan's hand was loose, he pulled it out and put it aside, holding his uncontrollable buttocks.

    Knead slowly.

    …twice.

    Liang Xiao couldn't hold back, and opened his eyes in surprise.

    The bedroom is quiet, the ceiling is soft and the lighting is the same.

    Liang Xiao couldn't see what he was doing, and his waist was so sore that he couldn't stand up, unbelievable: "Mr. Huo?!"

    Huo Lan stood with his back to him, his shoulders stiffened, and he was silent for a while: "...Relax."

    Liang Xiaogang rubbed his buttocks and widened his eyes: "How come loose?!"

    Huo Lan was asked by him and fell silent.

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    Huo Lan was just making inferences from one fact, and she didn't know why it didn't work this time.

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Liang Xiao didn't know why he insisted on this, but looking at Huo Lan, who seemed to be seriously troubled, he still struggled to keep his mind at bay, trying his best to hold the precarious logic line: "The housekeeper..."

    Liang Xiao took a deep breath: "Did the housekeeper tell you something again?"

    Although Liang Xiao couldn't figure it out, what did the housekeeper tell Mr. Huo to fool them Mr. Huo to touch his **** in the middle of the night.

    Also carrying some kind of prop, probably a rope.

    A good pillow will come to touch your **** in the middle of the night.

    Do not hide when touching, or tie it with a rope and tie the other end to the heating pipe.

    Liang Xiao thought wildly, looked at Huo Lan and nodded slightly, relieved: "What did you say?"

    Huo Lan was silent for a while, then stood up a little: "The dress must be ordered in advance, and the time cannot be delayed."

    Liang Xiao was stunned: "Huh?"

    Huo Lan didn't plan to talk to him, but Liang Xiao woke up and had to explain: "The housekeeper said that you don't like being measured for your clothes... I won't ask you why."

    Everyone has their own reluctance, and most of them stem from a memory that they don't want to remember anyway.

    Huo Lan also has it himself, and he compares his heart to his heart, not wanting to trouble Liang Xiao with this kind of thing.

    Liang Xiao almost asked him why, and swallowed back, vaguely wondering what the rope-like prop was: "So you came to measure it yourself..."

    Huo Lan's shoulders stretched and he nodded.

    …well.

    At least keep Mr. Huo's character.

    Liang Xiao finally felt relieved, relieved, and inexplicably regretted: "But——"

    But as early as Feiyang Pharmaceutical's experimental inhibitor enrollment and statistics of volunteer data, his measurements were reported together.

    Liang Xiao did have recuperation during this period, but due to several illnesses and demerits, there was no rest in the crew, and the change in body shape data was not obvious.

    The current measurements are not much different from the ones when you signed up.

    Huo Lan raised his eyes: "What?"

    Liang Xiao almost said it, his mind moved slightly, and he swallowed back: "It's okay."

    Liang Xiao's ears were slightly hot, and he coughed: "Measure... just measure."

    Huo Lan's arm was silently stretched, and his eyes fell on him.

    "Then the test...wrong."

    Liang Xiao didn't have the strength at first, so he simply leaned against Huo Lan to stand firm: "I can't lie down."

    Huo Lan whispered: "How to do it?"

    Liang Xiao's face was hot, she gave him the tape measure, held Huo Lan's arm, and placed it behind her.

    Huo Lan is taller than Liang Xiao, with wider shoulders and longer arms, so leaning over to trap people tightly, the strong aggression belonging to alpha is so clear that he can't hide it at all.

    Liang Xiao originally wanted to say a few more words, but now he can't help himself. Listening to his heartbeat, he lowered his head and stumbled: "Test, test."

    Huo Lan was silent for a while, stretched out his hand, and carefully wrapped the tape measure around.

    Huo Lan closed his eyes and looked at the numbers on the tape carefully.

    This time is undoubtedly more important. The dress is of great significance to Mr. Liang. If you miss a decimal point, it will inevitably not fit well.

    Huo Lan learned from experience, grasped the tape measure, and stood up silently with the data on his back.

    Liang Xiao's ears were red, a little embarrassed: "Why-"

    Huo Lan sealed Mr. Liang's mouth.

    Liang Xiao: "?"

    Huo Lan turned around and walked out the door quickly.

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    The side sleeping door closed coldly, covering the back of their President Huo.

    The room was silent.

    Liang Xiao stood there blankly, helped the edge of the table, and touched his **** with his backhand.

    Liang Xiao supported the edge of the table and wandered back, sitting beside the bed in a trance.

    Liang Xiao took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of her agent.

    "What the **** is going on?"

    The next day on the set, Duan Ming chased after him all morning: "What happened to you last night..."

    Liang Xiao was still secretly trying to relax by himself, but after a long while without success, he raised his head in frustration: "Huh?"

    Duan Ming is really curious: "What made you call in the middle of the night and suddenly said you want to practice——"

    Liang Xiao: "Brother Duan."

    Duan Ming: "...a fruit with body parts?"

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Liang Xiao couldn't explain it, opened his mouth and sighed and looked back: "Is it really not round?"

    Duan Ming was at a loss: "What?"

    "It shouldn't be." Liang Xiao couldn't figure it out, and resisted the urge to touch it, "Is there something else wrong?"

    Duan Ming saw that he was almost in a daze, and he was not relieved, he raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

    Liang Xiao recovered and looked up: "Brother Duan, what did you just say to me?"

    Duan Ming pressed the exploration heart and told him the serious business: "The story is almost finished, just take a look, if there is no problem, let it go out to build momentum."

    Liang Xiao was reluctant to dig out the truth of the year, Duan Ming understood it, and was determined to fight for him.

    Star Crown is very talkative, and the solution given is to turn passive into active, hide sand in the sea and wood in the forest.

    Since there are already too many words to be compiled, it is better to compile a few more.

    "The most widely circulated kidnapping, they perfected the details again, I almost believed it."

    Duan Ming gave him the plan and briefly mentioned two sentences: "It's true and false, and there are some other sayings, and the popularity is not as good as this."

    Liang Xiao took it over and took a closer look.

      When the inhibitor arrived, it was useless."

    Liang Xiao was a little worried and frowned: "Does that mean..."

    Duan Ming helped him click on the Weibo.

    Liang Xiao glanced at the comments, stunned for a while, and slowly put down the phone: "Is the persuasiveness so low?"

    "No one believes it, they all say it's a fabrication."

    Duan Ming: "Someone else has sorted out ten strong reasons why this may not be true."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Liang Xiao pressed his forehead and muttered: "I think too much..."

    He was originally worried that this kind of thing was spreading too much.

    Now it seems that it may be a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the starting direction.

    Liang Xiao nodded, feeling mixed: "It was explained, and then it was refuted by ten strong reasons."

    Duan Ming: "Yes."

    Duan Ming remembered something again, and confirmed with him: "Is there anyone you know who can recognize you now?"

    Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then thought about it: "It's hard to say."

    Duan Ming: "When you were with Jiang Nanye A, you didn't use your own appearance, right?"

    "No." Liang Xiao was quite confident, "If he sees me again, unless I admit it myself, I won't recognize him."

    Duan Ming: "Orphanage?"

    Liang Xiao told the truth: "I sent six away, and the seventh dean packed my luggage for me and tried to introduce me to the eighth house."

    "..." Duan Ming glanced at him with admiration, and nodded reassuringly: "That's it, no one in that liar's nest would dare to look for trouble."

    The 20-year timeliness has not yet passed. If someone really wants to come to the door, maybe they can find out the old things and resort to legal procedures.

     "As long as you tell the truth, fans alone can help you make up a weeping past."

    Duan Ming was worrying about him. He glanced at Liang Xiao and couldn't help but mutter to him: "We are now trying our best to make up stories."

    Liang Xiao pulled the corner of his mouth: "Brother Duan, please trouble you."

    Duan Ming didn't think it was troublesome, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but Liang Xiao was not allowed to mention it: "Okay, stop talking nonsense."

    Liang Xiao painstakingly, Duan Ming also understands.

    After all, the outbreak of pheromones is not a trivial matter. It really makes the other party know that Liang Xiao almost lost his life that year.

    Duan Ming sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "For your Jiangnanye A."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "It's not mine..."

    Liang Xiao felt that it was appropriate to emphasize at this time, coughed and his ears were hot: "Mine is not in Jiangnan."

    Duan Ming got used to it, and subconsciously continued: "Where is-"

    Liang Xiaohong was hot and hot: "In the hotel."

    Duan Ming couldn't take precautions, and he filled his mouth with a handful of dog food: "..."

    Duan Ming didn't want to mention this at first, but when he was stimulated by Liang Xiao, he thought of it again: "A kind of fruit of yours with body parts——"

    Liang Xiao shoved the planning case back into the manager's arms, picked up the script, and flew away.