The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

The housekeeper and the agent were shaken physically and mentally, and they stayed in place by coincidence.

He looked stunned and looked complicated.

"What's going on?"

The captain of the bodyguard did not understand, and looked around blankly: "How come Mr. Liang suddenly——"

The housekeeper covered his mouth: "...Mr. Duan."

Duan Ming: "Ah."

The housekeeper looked at the direction in which Liang Xiao was leaving, and said carefully: "This matter..."

Seeing the scene this morning, Duan Ming is actually the most exciting of the three of them.

After all, until now, there is still a glimmer of hope in the manager's heart, and he feels that his artist and Mr. Huo are actually just friends.

Not yet to the point where you have to go further than everyone knows but cannot express.

Over the years, others don't know, Duan Ming sees how hard Liang Xiao is.

I finally have hope.

Duan Ming is reluctant.

As soon as I opened the door this morning, I saw pillows one by one, the quilt in a mess, Mr. Huo was disheveled, sitting on the head of the bed.

Mr. Liang didn't know what happened to the innocent that night, and slept darkly on the lap of Mr. Huo.

Besides shocked, the housekeeper asked himself and felt ashamed.

So taking advantage of Mr. Huo's lunch break, he deliberately dragged the captain of the bodyguard out and let Duan Ming take it with him. He wanted to come and confirm with Mr. Liang how far Mr. Huo had transitioned last night.

…

No idea.

The housekeeper's mood is a bit complicated: "Look at—"

“…I see.”

Duan Ming took a deep breath and said, "He...is not in good health and can't stand the toss."

The housekeeper nodded again and again: "Mr. Huo will never."

Duan Ming sighed: "It's especially serious when the weather is bad..."

The housekeeper heard Huo Lan mention this: "Mr. Huo specially remembered it."

Duan Ming was so worried: "I can't sleep when I play games in the middle of the night, I've been grabbing it several times..."

The housekeeper took out his small notebook, wrote it down quickly, and was ready to go back and tell Mr. Huo.

I originally planned to fight to defend the cabbage, but now I realize that it was the cabbage who pulled herself out of the soil and ran, and ran all the way to the lap.

Duan Ming's mood was more complicated than that of the housekeeper, and he closed his eyes: "He is not very brave, and he is more presumptuous in his mouth, in fact..."

Duan Ming couldn't go on, took a deep breath and pressed his forehead.

…actually more presumptuous than words.

Leave Mr. Huo in the bedroom, ate Mr. Huo's snacks, turned off Mr. Huo's lights, and messed up Mr. Huo's clothes.

I even put a pillow on Mr. Huo Jin's noble thigh.

The novel Duan Ming confiscated from Liang Xiao has not been read too much, and he will not understand the deeper collision under this layer of superficiality.

Duan Ming couldn't believe it, but looking at Liang Xiao's state, he knew that he was definitely not lying.

Perhaps this is the mysterious, terrifying and irresistible natural attraction between highly matched alphas and omegas.

"You can rest assured." The housekeeper saw what was on his mind, and quickly explained, "The Huo family's star crown is sealed up and down, and it will never be rumored."

Duan Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you so much."

Housekeeper: "Mr. Liang is here..."

Duan Ming sighed, completely disarmed, and officially entered the camp of the housekeeper and bodyguard captain: "I'll go talk."

"..." Liang Xiao couldn't believe it: "What did you say?"

Duan Ming put away his luggage and stretched out the lever: "Xiaogong and I are downstairs, just call us if anything happens."

Liang Xiao took it in a trance: "Are you coming?"

"No." Duan Ming, "The elevator doesn't work, go downstairs by yourself."

Liang Xiao: “…”

It was originally agreed, but for convenience, I borrowed the presidential suite that night.

It was just a misunderstanding, it turned into going to bed every day.

Liang Xiao was in a complicated mood, and was pushed out of the standard room with his luggage: "Brother Duan, you misunderstood..."

Duan Ming left him a leg: "What's the misunderstanding?"

Liang Xiao couldn't say those four words by himself.

Under the turbulent mood last night, I was a little out of my mind, and the follow-up development went all the way. If he wanted to make it clear to Duan Ming, he had to find a convincing reason to explain why he kept Mr. Huo in the master bedroom.

The events of Huo Lan's childhood must not be known to more people.

Liang Xiao was thinking about her manager's butt, and was pondering when she suddenly heard Duan Ming sigh.

Liang Xiao was stunned, her shoulders were supported by the manager's hands: "Brother Duan?"

"Five years." Duan Ming was a little sad, "Don't lie to me."

"..." Liang Xiao kindly fed the dog: "Brother Duan, don't you believe me?"

"I believe you." Duan Ming nodded, "You only left Mr. Huo to eat snacks, turned off the lights, messed up Mr. Huo's clothes, and slept on his lap. did not do."

Liang Xiao was moved: "Yes."

Duan Ming: "…"

Duan Ming believed him to be a ghost, went out with a suitcase, and stuffed people into the elevator.

There are not many dramas in the afternoon. After making up for yesterday's show, there is still some space left.

Director Song took the script as a piece of paper, checked it three times, and found that the progress was still delayed, so he was so angry that he went to Jiang Pingchao to quarrel.

The screenwriter, without a director, was walking around on the set, and happened to see Liang Xiao: "Come."

Liang Xiao stood back and said, "Mr. Pei?"

When he was packed up by Duan Minglian, Huo Lan went to contact the film crew's investor and was not in the room.

Duan Ming hasn't been so mad enough to put him in the master bedroom, but with Liang Xiao's understanding of their Boss Huo, when Boss Huo comes back tonight, he finds that there are more people in the side bed, I'm afraid that Be a little frightened.

Liang Xiao suppressed his thoughts and returned to work: "Which shot do you want to make up for?"

"Add a few more." The screenwriter took out a script he hadn't seen before, turned a few pages, "Have you ridden a horse? Later—"

Liang Xiao nodded.

The screenwriter "find someone to teach you later" half of what he said, he was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at him in amazement.

Omega's physical condition is limited, and there are not many who can do martial arts, and most of them have to find beta doubles with similar stature.

Liang Xiao's physical condition doesn't seem to be very good among omegas. I heard that she was sick a few days ago, so Yun Lian, who is in an injured state, doesn't need to use more powder.

"The horse for "Yanbo" is me."

Liang Xiao saw what the screenwriter was thinking, and smiled: "Does the crew want a substitute?"

The screenwriter recovered from his surprise, appreciated it even more, and patted him on the shoulder: "No, you're almost done, here's a gift for you."

Liang Xiao was curious and led him all the way to the sidelines.

Su Man just finished filming a fight scene.

"With Jiang Pingchao around, Song Dao could probably be trapped for two hours."

The screenwriter shoved the script to him: "I'm familiar with it now, aren't you going to open Weibo? Just be the first one."

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then opened it and took a closer look.

Yun Lian swayed around in the play to deceive unknown identities, but he was a real young man who was accustomed to a noble family. He was calm and leisurely, not in a hurry, and did not panic. The most active plot was walking.

Although he switches back to God's perspective, he will undoubtedly have to work hard to do a lot of things, and even take risks to do it himself. But for the sake of character unity, these plots are hidden behind the plot.

The script handed to him by the screenwriter is a cutscene in which the deleted Yun Lian is entrusted by Jing Ming to help the protagonist.

In the finished film, the protagonist Jing Zhe is trapped in the enemy camp and his life is on the line.

The scene starts from Jing Zhe's torture and then turns, Yun Lian has reached the enemy military headquarters.

The whole city is under martial law, and car-hailing is undoubtedly suspicious. It is not detailed how Yun Lian passed the distance of nearly a hundred miles alone.

Liang Xiao closed the script hesitantly after reading the script: "Will Director Song let you cut it?"

"No." The screenwriter has many partners with Song Qi, and he knows very well, "I just enjoy filming."

Liang Xiao: “…”

Liang Xiao couldn't help laughing, nodded, and handed the script back: "Remember."

The editor took it over: "Do you use force?"

The camera requirements are not difficult, Liang Xiao shook his head and smiled: "It's almost finished, I'll give you a gift."

When Huo Lan and the investors went to the side of the set, the private agreement had just been finalized.

The scene manager quickly changed the scene, the assistant director was sneaking on guard, and the director of group D took a paper tube and rolled it into a speaker, signaling the camera to start shooting.

The sky is getting dark and the wind and rain are about to come.

The streets are deserted and empty, the doors and windows of every household are closed, and the silence is dead.

Several patrolling puppet troops had just made enough oil and water, scolded and smashed the store out with their things.

The sound of hooves came from the corner.

Yun Lian was dressed in a azure robe, holding the rein in one hand, the whip in his right hand without looking at it, and threw it on the rifle in his hand.

The puppet army was shocked and angry, and hurriedly withdrew.

The snow-white horse neighed, and its front hooves flew into the air.

The long shot didn't stop and zoomed out quickly. The sub-camera was always on the corner of the street, chasing one person and one horse all the way.

The gunshots rang out in the panic.

Yun Lian smiled instead, glanced in the direction of the unmarked bullet, didn't dodge, just took out and threw the silver dollar.

Several puppet soldiers were stunned by the situation in front of them, staring at the silver dollars rolling around on the ground, and the shadows of people and horses disappeared far away at the end of the street.

…

Liang Xiao rode his horse all the way, ran out of the camera range, panted a little, raised his hands to wipe off the sweat.

The white horse ran happily. He reached out and patted the horse's neck, loosened the reins, and let the horse trot two more laps. He saw Huo Lan standing on the sidelines.

"Beautiful!" An investor on the sidelines couldn't help but admire, "Is this an artist from Star Crown?"

Huo Lan raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Liang Xiao.

Liang Xiao was also looking over, pulling the reins one by one to slow down the horse and meet his gaze.

It takes a lot of physical strength to run like this, Liang Xiao’s chest heaved slightly, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The eyes are bright.

"It will be." Huo Lan was silent for a while, "Soon."

"Can you ask him to participate in a reality show?" The investor did not doubt that he had him, and looked excited, "We just have a file that is suitable for him, with a publicity endorsement."

Huo Lan looked away.

When "Sui Chu" is broadcast, Liang Xiao is bound to emerge.

Taking this opportunity to properly participate in variety shows will not only help stabilize traffic, but also help plan subsequent film and television routes and resources.

This is not the first time the two sides have cooperated. Huo Lan has known about several reality shows and knows that the conditions given by the other party are indeed suitable.

Liang Xiao just happened to ride a horse and strolled by a few people. Hearing that Mr. Huo didn't talk about the salary, he was about to agree, and he was so anxious that he got off the horse.

"..." Huo Lan had a headache, took a deep breath, and glanced at him: "Yes, but the payment must be paid in advance."