The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

     Mr. Huo didn't let Mr. Liang wait ten seconds.

    "Where's Mr. Huo?"

    The housekeeper looked away: "In the car."

    "How is it possible?" The captain of the bodyguard was stunned, "Mr. Huo never refused to go back. Every time during Qingming, he would stay here until it was dark before leaving."

      Three wrestling..."

    The housekeeper sighed: "Of course you can't persuade."

    The captain of the bodyguard was stunned: "I can't even persuade me, who else can persuade me?"

    The housekeeper looked at him for a while, patted the captain of the bodyguard on the shoulder, left him the work of sacrificing and sweeping, got up and followed the car back.

    …

    "Is this off work?"

    Liang Xiao held up her mobile phone and walked quickly to the rest room: "I have nothing to do, just finished the show..."

    As soon as he got down from the various roofs and touched his mobile phone, he couldn't help sending two messages to Huo Lan first.

    The two of them made an appointment early, no one is allowed to disturb the work, and the news will be read during the rest time. Liang Xiao was not prepared that Huo Lan would reply immediately, and was also prepared to wait ten seconds before making trouble again.

    Mr. Huo is usually in the office, and rarely returns video calls directly. Liang Xiao had just put on his clothes, but before he could take off his makeup, he dragged his manager to help him keep watch, and rushed into the lounge with his mobile phone in hand.

    "I didn't bother you, did you?" Liang Xiao closed the door, his ears warmed, and told him the truth in a low voice, "It's nothing serious... I just miss you."

    Huo Lanning stared at the shaking screen, fell silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Hmm."

    Liang Xiao was stunned when she heard the voice, took out the phone and took a closer look.

    Huo Lan's usual emotions are not obvious, and there is no way to judge by the temperature across the screen, but Liang Xiao still instinctively felt that something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

    "Is the work not going well?" Liang Xiao guessed, and eased his tone to comfort him, "No hurry, good things take a long time... It was too smooth at the beginning, but instead—"

    Huo Lan shook his head: "It went well."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    "On the contrary...it's better." Liang Xiao swallowed the last words and forcibly changed his words, "It was smooth at the beginning, and it will definitely be smoother later."

    Liang Xiao tried her best to hold on: "Good things are hard, which means that if you want good things, you need to massage more."

    Huo Lan quietly listened to his remarks, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and the gloom all over his body dissipated little by little.

    Liang Xiao skillfully closed the curtains, turned on the light, and sat on the sofa with her mobile phone in her arms: "However, massage is also good for occasions. It's better if a person presses it, or a massage chair, but don't trust the bathtub. , I've been beaten three times by that bathtub in the hotel recently..."

    Huo Lan said softly, "I will ask the team to contact the health care doctor."

    "No." Liang Xiao shook his head quickly, "I am in good health."

    Liang Xiao looked at him carefully and smiled: "Really. You're not here, I took good care of myself, and I didn't get sick at all."

    Huo Lan looked at him, and the obsession in his heart turned up uncontrollably: "Really?"

    "Fake." Liang Xiao's words were eloquent, "I'm stiff."

    Huo Lan: “…”

    Liang Xiao was still very confident in his original assumption, just waiting for him to put on the sleeve, moved to the sofa, and sighed while holding the phone: "The sky is unpredictable..."

    Huo Lan couldn't hide it from him after all, and his shoulders stretched for a while: "...Sorry."

    Liang Xiao widened his eyes: "You really took it?"

    Huo Lan couldn't explain, closed his eyes, bowed his head and fell silent.

    Liang Xiao has not seen his genuine conscience for many years. After watching for a while, he couldn't help laughing: "Do you remember? When I was in Jiangnan, I had a hard time. I learned the recipe and made a bowl of fried rice with egg, and you thought it was made by the nanny, so you ate it."

    Liang Xiao still remembers it quite clearly, holding her neck and recalling: "When I come back and ask you for it, you also react the same way, you know that you keep your head down and don't speak."

    Huo Lan's heart moved, he clenched his fist lightly, and looked up at Liang Xiao.

    He actually knew at that time that the bowl of rice was not made by the nanny.

    Xiao Liangxiao just had the conditions to learn how to cook for a long time, and the cooking was very rough, the eggshells were not picked clean, and the salt was too much, a small spoonful of it was used as a spoon .

    Time has passed for a long time, and Liang Xiao does not remember many things clearly. Huo Lan didn't know that he still remembered this, and he was not sure if he should confess, so he whispered, "I—"

    Liang Xiao smiled: "It's okay, I made it for you to eat."

    Huo Lan was stunned and raised his eyes.

    "I just can't get over it." Liang Xiao said, "Those babysitters don't always cook well for you, and the nutritional supplements your family gives you are secretly taken back and distributed by them. already."

    Liang Xiao was actually not used to expressing his skills like this. Looking at Huo Lan's worried expression, he still wanted to make him happier, and smiled with red ears: "The eggs I bought myself, that The ham sausage is a steal..."

    At that time, Xiao Liangxiao didn’t have much money on his back, so he went to the supermarket with all his belongings in a fit of anger, and bought two ham sausages and three eggs in a foreign language that he didn’t know, and even gritted his teeth. I bought a small bag of fresh shrimp with huge money.

    Before he followed Huo Lan home, he didn't even have a chance to see him in the kitchen. After burying my head in making up for the gourmet kitchen program for three days, I went to the bookstore to copy the recipe for fried rice with eggs, and came back to toss with gourds and pictures for an afternoon.

    Counting that Huo Lan was coming back from school, Xiao Liangxiao pretended to go out and put the meal in the kitchen.

    Xiao Liangxiao swayed outside for a long time, and finally came home after dark. He found that Huo Lan was really taken aback, and was so proud that he sent himself several small red flowers in his diary.

    "I can't help teasing you... It's so interesting to see your guilty conscience."

    Liang Xiao rubbed her ears and smiled: "It's good to be deceived. You may not have noticed it yourself. When I sighed in those days, you felt guilty and embarrassed to force me to study. I will let you You promise to do anything..."

    Huo Lan listened in a daze, the thoughts born in the chaos in the cemetery were completely dispelled, and he closed his eyes.

    Liang Xiao wanted to make him happy, but was stunned when he saw this, and shook his hand at the camera: "What's wrong?"

    Liang Xiao was not at ease, so he stopped talking and called him softly: "Huo Lan?"

    Huo Lan said in a hoarse voice: "I... didn't think about it."

    Liang Xiao opened her mouth, but didn't say anything further.

    He vaguely felt that he might have accidentally inserted an unknown knife into Huo Lan's chest again, and regretted mentioning this to Huo Lan, knocked on the phone, and whispered to him: "No What did you think about?"

    Huo Lan looked at him, his mind stirred silently.

    He thought that Xiao Liangxiao was from the same background as him, but he was angry with his family, rebellious and ran away from home, and had nowhere to go.

    Juvenile Huo Lan didn't know the five grains, and didn't know that these things had to be bought with money.

    At that time, he was really just... craving something Xiao Liangxiao made.

    “…nothing.”

    Huo Lan swallowed all the words he wanted to say, and said softly, "I still want to eat your food."

     "

    Huo Lan: "Liang Xiao."

    Liang Xiao paused, smacking his lips: "..."

    They are really making great progress.

    Liang Xiao was caught off guard, embarrassed by the stimulation, and coughed with a blushing heartbeat: "Also... it's fine."

    Liang Xiao is usually not so hot outside, looked at the door and lowered his voice: "Then wait for me to go back..."

    "No rush."

    Huo Lan didn't know exactly what he was thinking, and he was still on the original idea, and continued to say: "I want to eat your food all the time, I will live a long time."

    Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and his breathing followed slightly.

    "It will be longer than you." Huo Lan tried his best to pull his thoughts out of the day he received the plane crash notice when he was a teenager, let himself return to reality, and stay in the reality with Mr. Liang, "No sickness, no risk, no accident."

    "...why do I suddenly remember this?"

    Liang Xiao tried her best to smile and said softly: "How many years later, what's the hurry..."

    Huo Lan: "I won't leave you alone."

    Huo Lan looked at him: "Never."

    Liang Xiao's breath followed, and he lowered his head and remained silent for a while, without speaking, he smiled.

    Liang Xiao put down her phone, got up, washed her face, and turned back.

    Huo Lan was always waiting for him, watching Liang Xiao pick up the phone again and sit back on the sofa.

    The circles under his eyes were slightly red, he bent his eyes with the phone in hand, and nodded: "Okay."

    "Okay." Liang Xiao smiled, her voice a little hoarse, "Don't—"

    Liang Xiao couldn't go on, raised his head and endured it for a while, and covered the camera with his hand, and said softly, "Don't leave me alone, I miss you so much, I can't wait for ten seconds."

    He didn't know how Huo Lan suddenly thought of this, but Liang Xiao had seen the young Huo Lan's differentiation, blocked by high fever and comatose.

    The person who woke him up every day fell asleep ignorantly and could not wake up no matter how he called. His body was so hot that no one dared to touch it, but when it shook so hard, it slid down softly and leaned against his shoulder.

    … Until a few years later, what he saw at that time still framed most of his nightmares of waking up late at night.

    Liang Xiao didn't think about it anymore, took a deep breath and cleared his throat, and smiled: "Don't talk. Live well, what are you talking about."

    Liang Xiao taught him: "It's not auspicious at all."

    Huo Lanan quietly lowered her eyes and listened to him: "Well."

    Liang Xiao: "Pretentious."

    Huo Lan softly said: "Hmm."

    Liang Xiao: "For the sake of giving new words, I want to talk about sorrow."

    Huo Lan nodded.

    Liang Xiao watched him honestly say what to say and what to do, his heart softened first, and his voice softened: "I didn't say you...say me."

    Liang Xiao met Huo Lan again since she was fighting, and she could no longer follow the line of minor injuries but no tears. After thinking about what you said, I feel uncomfortable."

    Huo Lan shook his head: "blame me."

    "It's not your fault, it should have been planned in advance."

    Liang Xiao shook his head: "It's not auspicious.

    Liang Xiao said halfway through, and suddenly paused, trying to understand what was going on: "You...are you going to see your parents?"

    Today's Ching Ming Festival, the crew also specially distributed Qingdan eggs, and the filming progress has also been reduced a lot, so he can come to tease Huo Lan so early.

    Liang Xiao grew up alone and almost forgot that he was going to visit the tomb that day, and then suddenly remembered: "Why didn't you tell me?"

    Huo Lan instinctively didn't want to bother him with these things, he was stunned, and explained: "It's nothing, just come to sweep and pay homage..."

    "Then call me too." When Liang Xiao thought of Huo Lan alone to see his parents who had passed away, he couldn't help frowning, and stopped joking with him. …went well?"

    Huo Lan nodded: "It's nothing."

    "That's good." Liang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, "Memorizing the deceased is for us to move forward. You must live well to be worthy of them."

    Huo Lan listened to his serious reasoning, and couldn't help raising his hand to lightly touch the screen and nodded.

    "Today is special, it's okay to think about it."

    Liang Xiao smiled: "Think about it, you can't think about it tomorrow, you can only think about "The Appreciation and Discussion of the Corner of <Sui Chuan> Zhongyun Lian (2? Write."

    Huo Lan was still listening attentively, but he was stunned when he heard the words, and the corners of his lips pursed slightly.

    Liang Xiao saw that he looked relaxed, so he was relieved, and moved the phone closer: "Did you hear?"

    Huo Lan nodded: "I heard."

    Liang Xiao rarely had the addiction: "When will it be handed in?"

    "Soon." Huo Lan said, "I'm still writing."

    Liang Xiao didn't expect that he actually wrote it, his face was hot, and he was a little embarrassed, and grinned: "Also - not in a hurry..."

    "That's right." Liang Xiao suddenly remembered, "Have I opened the gift for you?"

    Huo Lan was able to hold back these days, he was not willing to move, and shook his head.

    "Take it apart when you think about me." Liang Xiao was generous, "I'll send you a copy after reading it."

    Huo Lan looked at him, his pupils warmed: "Okay."

    Liang Xiao has been thinking of him for dozens of hours, and originally wanted to tease Huo Lan and asked them how long Mr. Huo had been thinking of him, but now he can't bear it anymore.

    Liang Xiao held the phone and looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Huo Lan."

    Huo Lan: "Yeah."

    "Will it be possible to record the screen?" Liang Xiao taught him, "There is a small button for the camera, just press it..."

    Huo Lan said softly: "Yes."

    Not only...the video and audio of Liang Xiao's call with him, he will actually save it.

    In fact, they are already happy enough now, and they already know in their hearts that they will have an extraordinarily long and fulfilling future. But that period of time that had nowhere to go still left a strong imprint, and if you get any point, you can't help but save it.

    "That's it."

    Liang Xiao tapped the screen: "Have you recorded it?"

    Huo Lan didn't know what he was going to do, so he nodded.

    The camera's angle of view suddenly swayed, Huo Lan subconsciously ducked back, realizing that it was the opposite picture, and was about to ask Liang Xiao what was going on, when he was suddenly stunned.

    The angle of view quickly approached Liang Xiao, and the picture flashed by. The smiling Shaoxiu eyebrows, the bridge of the nose and the lips, and the open arms were firmly settled on a piece of chest.

    …almost like a sudden hug.

    Huo Lan looked at him in a daze, his chest heaving slightly.

     "Develop it, maybe you can make a VR perspective."

    Liang Xiao is also a new learner. After being smashed by his mobile phone for several days, he finally summed up the skills of not overturning: "Knowing that you are taller than me... try to make up for it, just treat it as if you I was uprooted."

    Liang Xiao just wanted to make Huo Lan happy, so she had the cheek to come again, she was too embarrassed to show her face again, she covered the screen tightly and picked up the phone: "I'm not tired of crooked, go back Hotel, I'll record you another video of me smashing you."

    Huo Lan closed his eyes, thought for a while, let the picture be refined and vivid in his mind, and nodded: "Okay."

    Liang Xiaogong retired, kissed him happily across his hands, and closed the video with red ears.

    Scheduled to keep up with the changes.

    In the next half month, neither of them found any chance to get tired again.

    Longtao's acquisition has entered a critical stage. Almost all the ministers have room and board in the company.

    The filming progress of the crew is as strong as possible. Liang Xiao wants to show the fatigued feeling of going all day and night, and she cannot be 100% realistic just by relying on makeup and acting skills. Director Jin discussed with him and also enabled the most commonly used high-voltage shooting.

    Liang Xiao was thinking about going back early, and he would not refuse anyone who came to the show and more times, and he was more ruthless than their director Jin.

    The director of production was terrified and resolutely joined the discussion, so as not to let the two conspire to directly finish Liang Xiao's scene in April.

    "It's to capture the feeling that there is only one breath left."

    The director of production couldn't stand it: "It can't really be just one breath, can it?"

    Jin Zhenbo did not intend to oppress people to this point, but it was the first time he met an actor who actively welcomed the oppression.

    "Did he say no?" The production director was annoyed, "The difficult Via shot you mentioned last week, didn't he say yes?"

    These two people come together, one dares to mention and the other dares to promise, no one is more reliable than the other

    In the fight scene in the forest last week, Wu Zhi proposed a high-risk and difficult move, and Jin Zhenbo agreed. As a result, the situation in the forest was too complicated, the wind direction suddenly changed, and Liang Xiao almost hit a tree with his head during the test.

    Fortunately, Liang Xiao has rich experience and responds in a timely manner.

    The director of production did not dare to see Liang Xiao's agent very much these days, and he could not lose his temper at the actor who was dedicated enough to him, so he could only turn to the director: "The actor is not a one-off, How can it be used like this? Is it possible to save resources and build a monthly cast crew?"

    "..." Jin Zhenbo was trained to be speechless: "I'll give him a little less drama."

    The director of production remained angry: "Give him an afternoon off and let him sleep."

    "But——" Jin Zhenbo originally wanted to say that once he was on vacation, he might relax. After a glance at the play, he walked like Liang Xiao who was fighting against plants, but after all, he couldn't find his conscience. , "Okay, let him go back."

    The production director had a headache for a few days, and finally he was relieved, sighed, and dragged the field manager to notify.

    "Good...good work."

    Duan Ming breathed a sigh of relief, caught Liang Xiao, and thanked him politely: "Then we'll go back."

    "It's been hard work." The field manager was in charge of the message and nodded, "The director said to ask Mr. Liang to take a good rest..."

    It has been halfway through the broadcast of "Sui Chu". After Yun Lian's black and white photos appeared, Liang Xiao's traffic data finally rose strongly and completely gained a place in the new generation of actors.

    The crew was already friendly enough, and their attitude towards him was inevitably becoming more and more polite.

    "It's work." Liang Xiao shook his head, suppressed the sleepiness, and smiled at him, "The crew also worked hard."

    The field manager shook his head quickly, and then relayed a few words about tomorrow's arrangements to him, and ran away quickly.

    "I can finally take a breath..." Duan Ming had lingering fears, and shook Liang Xiao, who was leaning on his shoulder and started dozing off, "Wake up, go back to sleep."

    Liang Xiao's eyelids were about to close, but with difficulty he lifted them up a little and smiled.

    Liang Xiao was shaken by him and couldn't sleep, half closed his eyes, and sighed: "From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality is difficult..."

    Fell asleep and woke up at night.

    Liang Xiao once bought a personal-shaped pillow in a frenzy and tried it on Huo Lan's shirt. When she finally woke up in the middle of the night, she broke out in a cold sweat and rushed in with a shocking shock. Broker's room.

    Liang Xiao felt that most of this kind of thing was her own hypocrisy, and she was too embarrassed to tell Huo Lan. Later, I simply reached a consensus with Director Jin, and every day I was so tired that I closed my eyes to eat and wash, and fell asleep on the bed.

    "Is it so serious?" Liang Xiao slid back to the back of the chair at the last breath, pressed it, worried: "I feel a pain in my chest now..."

    "The pain in the chest is a bump." Duan Minggang read his medical report and didn't give him a chance to hold his heart. "I also hurt when I hit a tree."

    Liang Xiao was persuaded, she was speechless and closed her mouth, rubbing against her chest.

    The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, Duan Ming did not delay much, dragged him back to the suite, and stuffed him into the bathroom.

    Liang Xiao took a shower, put on pajamas, and fell on the bed, motionless for ten hours.

    “Why did you react to that pillow when I saw you?”

    Duan Ming frowned and put a pillow against him: "Have you enough sleep?"

    Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed and coughed: "It's okay..."

    Duan Ming brought him a lunch box: "Eat."

    "No."

    Liang Xiao didn't feel hungry yet, stunned for a while, and instinctively polite: "I'm not hungry, you eat first..."

    "You didn't eat two meals." Duan Ming said, "Take two bites of meals and tell you shocking news."

    Liang Xiao widened his eyes: "Has Mr. Huo been on the financial news?!"

    The chance for Mr. Huo to appear in the financial news is relatively less. Liang Xiao deliberately infiltrated Yan Fanqun, the president of Star Crown, and still has to stay in advance every time.

    Liang Xiao regretted: "I shouldn't sleep."

    "On the Internet, look back and see for yourself."

    Duan Ming pulled him back to the bed and pushed the lunch box over: "This time the news is more important, Longtao signed a formal merger agreement, and there will be no such company in the future."

    Liang Xiao: “…”

    Duan Ming: "…"

    Duan Ming was still waiting for him to be happy, he shook his hand, inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

    "I didn't see it."

    Liang Xiao’s chest hurt again, tremblingly raised her hand to cover it, dying in the wind: “I watched it for more than ten days, but I didn’t watch this episode…”

    "..." Duan Ming watched him sway back and forth in the wind, stretched out his hand to hold him down: "There are still recordings online."

    Liang Xiao frowned: "How can recording and broadcasting be the same?!"

    Duan Ming couldn't figure it out: "What's the difference between recording and broadcasting?"

    The agent could not understand this kind of pain, Liang Xiao pressed his chest, regretted touching the phone at the beginning, clicked on Weibo, and quickly found the hot search of Star Crown's official acquisition of Longtao, carefully and carefully Read it several times.

    Liang Xiao read it very carefully, even saved a copy of the article and pictures, and finally had time to look up: "Is there President Huo in the news?"

    "Yes, but it looks very tired."

    Duan Ming nodded: "Outsiders can't see it, but you can feel it when you are familiar with it."

    Liang Xiao could roughly guess the terrifying workload on Huo Lan's side just by looking at the dense delivery items.

    Huo Lan did not contact him, only the housekeeper shared the earliest news notice with him.

    "It's probably too busy." Duan Ming said, "It's too late, I'll give Mr. Huo a message tomorrow and let me know."

    Liang Xiao read the news shared by the housekeeper word for word again, and was called three times to eat by the manager's ear, and finally put down the phone reluctantly and took a few mouthfuls.

    Once Liang Xiao is not in the mood to eat, it is easy to have trouble with the ingredients. Duan Ming watched him poke potatoes into lotus root slices, sighed, and took the game console to him: "Let's play for a while."

    The game console that Mr. Huo bought, Liang Xiao's eyes lit up, took it over and held it in his arms, happily pressing the screen.

    Liang Xiao studied while eating, played with it for a while, and picked a game with great interest.

    Duan Ming didn't understand the joy of game consoles very well, and watched for a while: "What's so fun about this thing?"

    Liang Xiao played attentively and put a mouthful of rice in his mouth: "I don't know either."

    Duan Ming was stunned.

    "I was watching cartoons at first, and I thought it would be great for two people to play games together."

    Liang Xiao smiled, her face a little hot: "You Qi won, you can pick up the other one and turn around."

    Duan Ming couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "Now Mr. Huo can only unilaterally transfer you..."

    Which pot could not be opened by the agent, Liang Xiao was very unwilling to hear it, and he touched the water gun and fired a shot at him.

    "Thinking about it now...it's really not easy."

    Duan Ming wiped the water on his face and sighed: "You two have survived like this."

    "I also have an idea." Liang Xiao was very content, and couldn't help but be happy for a while, "He was supported by me, and I was supported by him."

    Duan Ming: "…"

    "Mainly supported by our deep affection and silence for each other."

    Liang Xiao couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth: "If you don't forget, there will be echoes."

    Duan Ming: "I have something to do, you first-"

    "Really." Liang Xiao was about to win the game, grabbed the manager and showed him off with the game console, "As long as you have the same heart, no matter how far apart you are, it will be— -"

    Duan Ming waited for a long time: "What?"

    "..." Liang Xiao looked at the notification that the 30-minute game time limit had arrived, took a deep breath, calmly ate all the words and dinner, and put the game console on the table.

    House.

    Sleepless for several days, after signing the contract and ending the interview, Huo Lan went back to the bedroom alone, lying on the bed motionless until now.

    The bedroom is quiet and the night is dark.

    Huo Lan opened his eyes, lay down quietly for a while, and felt that he was qualified to open Mr. Liang's gift, got up and got out of bed, took the sketchbook he had always carefully kept and opened it.

     Facing the question of the volume ratio of the hexadecahedron on the first page after the section is divided by fixed points and edges, I fell into silent contemplation.