The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

Twenty years of unsatisfactory performance are all in the hands of Mr. Huo.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing the little thought that had arisen inexplicably.

I survived Huo Lan and went out.

There will be a play tomorrow morning, if I don't sleep, I am afraid that I will sleep directly on the tiger bench in the enemy's military headquarters under Song Dao's anger.

The scene even prepared torture instruments in advance.

Liang Xiao held his head down, unable to do anything, so he murmured twice. Just as he was about to open his eyes and find a bed to go back to sleep, his shoulders were suddenly covered by a thin snow.

Liang Xiao was startled and opened her eyes: "Huo——"

Huo Lan wrapped his arms around his shoulders, bent his legs firmly, and sent him back to the bed.

Liang Xiao didn't regain his senses, blinked, and Huo Lan leaned over to stabilize him, seeing that Mr. Huo had even covered him with extra skill, sat on the head of the bed, stretched out Left hand.

Liang Xiao stopped him in time: "Mr. Huo."

À make it clear.

Liang Xiao rode his hand and thought about his words: "Actually—actually not necessary..."

Liang Xiao was stunned.

"Sleep." Huo Lan: "It's alright."

I can't tell how his three words stabbed the heart and lungs inexplicably. Liang Xiao's breathing was slightly stagnant, and after a long silence, his voice became hoarse: "...Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan leaned over and turned off the light for him.

The light that leaked from the fingers was completely black and quiet. Huo Lan's palms were warm and dry, covering his eyes and forehead.

The night is dark and you can hear steady and even breathing.

Liang Xiao closed her eyes tightly and said nothing.

“…”

The housekeeper is well-informed, and he is not surprised to hear the reason why his CEO and Mr. Liang jumped to the side bed tonight: "Mr. Liang fell asleep."

Housekeeper: "And you are worried and can't go away."

The housekeeper looked at Huo Lan: "You think Mr. Liang will wake up as soon as you take your hand away."

Huo Lan: “…”

Huo Lan didn't want to speak, he opened the bathroom door, opened the warm water and wiped his face.

The housekeeper saw Huo Lan come out from the side this morning with his own eyes. He really couldn't understand that after so many days, the result of evolution was that he turned his hand from under Mr. Liang's head.

Moved to Mr. Liang's head.

Mr. Liang at least messed up Mr. Huo's clothes.

He also pillowed Mr. Huo's clean and innocent thighs.

"You still think that Mr. Liang just needs to wake up."

The housekeeper couldn't believe it: "I found that you were not there, he was the only one left in the bedroom, and he would never sleep well in this life."

Huo Lan pressed his forehead: "No—"

The housekeeper was greatly stimulated, and made a straight remark: "Except for this, you entered Mr. Liang's bedroom in the middle of the night and did nothing."

Huo Lanping heard strong doubts in his tone, and couldn't help frowning, explaining: "I also talked about providing housing."

This matter was made by Mr. Huo who couldn't sleep at night. Even the general manager was notified this morning to take the blame for the president. The housekeeper didn't even know: "Housing?"

"His current residence is rented, there is no security, and it is too easy to be targeted by people with intentions."

Huo Lan took the towel and clenched it in his hand: "To buy a house, I only go through the process of star crown, and the funds go to my personal account, which is recorded in his personal name, and does not need to be returned to the company. General Ledger-"

Housekeeper: "You want to buy a house for Mr. Liang."

Huo Lan: “…”

Huo Lan didn't want to talk to him anymore, turned around and fell into the snow.

"You shouldn't—"

The housekeeper wiped the snowflakes that Mr. Huo used by default, and murmured inexplicably: "Don't settle the housing for Mr. Liang, let Mr. Liang live at home?"

The rich experience of the housekeeper is completely useless, the more I think about it, the more I can't figure it out: "We have enough rooms in our house. When I look back, Mr. Liang is close to you, and it is convenient to move around. If you want to find Liang The husband will go to Mr. Liang, and sleep in whichever bedroom you want with Mr. Liang..."

Huo Lan frowned: "What?"

"..." The housekeeper woke up: "You buy it."

Huo Lan also wanted to buy it, but last night he originally planned to go back to the room as soon as possible, and wrote down Liang Xiao's long list of requirements, but he got caught and forgot half of it.

It is not easy to go back and ask again.

Huo Lan was troubled, didn't say a word, and quickly walked out with snowflakes.

The housekeeper stood alone for a long time, sighed with vicissitudes, packed his things and went downstairs to negotiate with the hotel that inexplicably received an anonymous thank you letter from Star Crown.

Liang Xiao was on the sidelines, surrounded by several special effects makeup artists.

Several frightening wounds.

Liang Xiao himself was shocked: "Am I being beaten so hard?"

"Jing Zhe's identity is very important, and the entire secret line of enemy agents is in his mind."

Song Qi actually felt that it was a bit too much, but it was reasonable to think about it, and he did not say anything to stop it: "If you get people out, you will kill them."

Liang Xiaoxin said that it would not be enough to hit the whip on his chest, so he looked down, and stretched out his hand to cover the broken shirt that was ventilating all around.

The makeup artist was obsessed with beauty, and was busy with a special effect makeup for an hour, and finally let him go.

There are a lot of small sun hot oil on the set, but after all, the place is too big and the effect is very small. Liang Xiao had only one shirt on his body, and his lips were turning white from the cold.

Duan Ming couldn't see it, so he wanted to put clothes on him, but he stopped him: "No need...just right."

"What's the matter?" Duan Ming frowned, "My face is almost bloodless."

Liang Xiao reminded him: "It's all on the chest."

Duan Ming: "…"

Liang Xiao was not used to this kind of perspective effect, so she covered up her shirt again, covering as much as she could.

But compared with them, it is still an order of magnitude gap.

Liang Xiao recalled the picture of Huo Lan holding him with one hand and turning it over, feeling a little disappointed, and sighed lightly.

"What happened last night?" Duan Ming saw him sigh, and the worry he had suppressed came up unconsciously, "You turned Mr. Huo to his side again?"

Liang Xiao got angry: "No—"

Duan Ming: "What is that?"

Liang Xiao couldn't bear to make up his mind if he said, "Mr. Huo knocked on the door in the middle of the night and said he wanted to buy me a house and put me in bed, but we did everything as usual" What would these people think about? After a long pause, he sighed again and followed the assistant director away in disappointment.

The torture room of the crew was set up early.

There is no need to clean up, there are all kinds of torture instruments scattered in the corners, the light shines through the tall and narrow iron bed, and shines on the blood stains left by the previous shooting, which creates a gloomy killing.

Liang Xiao asked the props master to put handcuffs and shackles, and was driven into the electric chair.

“Electrocution is different from other torture methods.”

Song Qi sat on the tiger bench and told him a play: "Under the stimulation of electric current, people's senses are more sensitive, they can't faint, and the pain is clearer."

Liang Xiao nodded.

"Can you find the feeling?" Song Qi guided him, "Try to think about the most painful state you have ever experienced. You once thought you were going to die, and death might be a relief, but it didn't..."

"Song Director." Liang Xiao smiled, "I can find it."

Song Qi looked at him, didn't say more, turned the page of the script: "When you came, you already had the will to die."

Song Qi: "For you, you are not for any party or belief."

Liang Xiao turned his head: "What am I doing?"

"Peace." Song Qi said, "You have seen artillery fire, famine, bones everywhere, and the most broken and cold mountains and rivers."

"You have nowhere to turn in your life, you just want to be buried somewhere when you die."

Song Qi: "You hope in your heart that this place where your bones are buried will still be called your country in the future."

Liang Xiao closed his eyes for a while, opened them, and nodded.

Song Qi stared at him for a while, then nodded and waved.

"The first time of the fifty-sixth scene of "Adolescence", action!"

The searchlight suddenly dazzled brightly, the electric chair was powered on, and a harsh bell rang.

Under the camera, Yun Lian's scarred chest and shoulders tensed suddenly, and his shoulders and neck leaned back.

He didn't make a sound, and the spy captain in charge of the interrogation became more and more violent, yelling and scolding, and repeatedly asked people to increase the current.

Yun Lian's body trembled uncontrollably, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly.

He was almost in a trance, his eyes fixed as much as possible in the void, and then gradually became overwhelmed.

"Add more!" growled the captain, "Add to 90!"

When the current is applied to this intensity, it is already the limit of the human body.

The spy team has been interrogating Yun Lian for two days, and not only did they not ask for any valuable information, they even failed to tear off the irritating gentleness and gentleness of this bluffing liar.

90's electric current can directly kill people, the spy captain hesitated vaguely, frowned and wanted to speak, suddenly someone shouted in surprise: "He said it! He spoke——"

The captain pulled the man apart and got close to Yun Lian: "What did you say?"

Yun Lian's chest undulates slightly, his body occasionally trembles slightly under the stimulation of the electric current, and his deep eyelashes are soaked into pitch black ink with cold sweat.

The current was applied to the limit, and he could no longer tell where he was, his lips moved, and his eyes closed quietly.

"Old Mountain..." The subordinates vaguely heard the words, frowned and guessed, "Is it a code name? Could it be their line?"

The captain turned off the electric chair and pulled up his collar: "Come on, what is the old mountain!"

Yun Lian was disturbed by him, the eyelashes that had calmed down fluttered slightly and opened slightly.

The captain was worried that he would not be able to hold on before he finished speaking, so he gestured for the military doctor to come over, and pressed harder and asked, "What is the old mountain?"

Yun Lian: "Old Mountain...Songzhu is old."

Yun Lian smiled and said with a warm voice, "Stop my return journey."

He had lost consciousness, but a smile appeared in his eyes, no one knew what he was looking at, and the torture room was abnormally quiet for a while.

The camera is turned away, and the pale, dazzling sunlight is greeted through the ventilation window, which is firmly sealed with the iron grille.

…

"Card!" Song Qi's voice sounded from the sidelines, and it was rare to be amazed and admired, "Beautiful!

Liang Xiao quickly jumped off the electric chair and raised her hand to report: "Director Song, I'm still alive."

Song Qi: "…"

The screenwriter covered Liang Xiao's mouth in time, handed it over to the manager, and pulled the director who had not yet appeared to watch the replay.

Liang Xiao's tortured state was accurate, and Duan Ming wrapped him in a down jacket, drank two sips of hot water, and there were many people around him.

"Is there a trick?" Meng Feibai was just waiting for the end of the scene. He took a look and watched him on the sidelines for most of the court, chasing after him with a voice recorder, "How to find the injury status as soon as possible... "

Liang Xiao held the thermos cup and thought about it carefully after hearing the words: "It's also a brain supplement."

He has his own special situation. Thinking about it, it is too much like a prevarication, and he added an additional explanation: "I was divided when I was a child, and I was not ready.

Meng Feibai understood and sighed: "It's a pity."

He is only beta, he can't even perceive the pheromone they say, and he has no chance of such an experience.

Meng Feibai threw himself into acting, and felt a little regretful, but he knew that this experience could only be understood and could not be described in words, so he didn't ask any further questions.

"It's not a pity." Liang Xiao smiled, "It doesn't taste good, if I do it again—"

He suddenly paused and said nothing.

"What again?" Meng Feibai asked.

"Nothing." Liang Xiao shook his head and gestured behind him, "Mr. Meng, the assistant director called."

Meng Feibai only realized his show, and quickly thanked him, picked up the script and said goodbye to him in a hurry, and went to set the lights.

"...how hard it is."

Duan Ming frowned and zipped up the down jacket for him: "How did you do it back then?"

Liang Xiao was worried about getting his clothes dirty, so he raised his hand to avoid it, or was completely wrapped into a ball: "What?"

"The pheromone broke out." Duan Ming had seen him in Longtao once, and he still has lingering fears to this day, and he doesn't even dare to think about what he did when he was a child. "There are emergency devices on the roadside, Takeaways can also deliver inhibitors, are you a differentiated gland tied to a telephone pole?"

Liang Xiao took a sip of hot water, and he choked: "...No."

Liang Xiao thought about it, and felt a little guilty: "I tied others up."

Duan Ming: "??"

Liang Xiao was not very good at explaining to him, and he testified vaguely: "I have no illegal record..."

"You are an omega." Of course Duan Ming knew that he had no illegal record, but he didn't quite understand, "Did you know that you would be an omega?"

Before the differentiation, it will be tested in advance, Liang Xiao leaned closer to the electric heating oil, nodded: "I know."

Duan Ming: "You are an omega. When you differentiate yourself, you tie up others who can help you get inhibitors."

"..." Liang Xiao was speechless and thought about it carefully: "Yes."

Duan Ming: "You—"

"Brother Duan, don't ask."

Liang Xiao did encounter some special circumstances at that time, and he was in a hurry to do it. At that time, he was able to do it at a young age.

Duan Ming stared at him for a while, then sighed: "Okay."

Duan Ming looked at him: "What happened this morning?"

Liang Xiao's head froze for a while, just when he heard the director's greeting, he immediately put the thermos cup to him, wrapped in a down jacket and held a hand warmer and jumped away.

…

The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more he felt uneasy, he pulled his assistant over to stare at Liang Xiao, and went back to the hotel by himself.

He walked in a hurry. He just arrived at the elevator door and was greeted by the housekeeper and came out: "Housekeeper Huo——"

"Nothing happened." The housekeeper sighed, "We, Mr. Huo, can't fall asleep without Mr. Liang."

Mr. Huo insisted on staying in order to take care of Mr. Liang, but the housekeeper knew better than anyone that although Mr. Huo only slept at the head of the bed these two days, the quality of sleep was better than that of most people who did not use sleeping pills All are well.

Mr. Huo slept well, and Mr. Liang slept well too.

Only the butler has been through frost and snow.

Duan Ming has made up countless details in his brain, and he was stunned for a long time when he heard the words, and he also subverted his cognition: "Is this destined to be highly matched Alpha and omega..."

As long as we are together, we can get peace and tranquility of mind.

…The setting of the pheromone is meaningless.

The note he confiscated from Liang Xiao clearly did not say so.

The pheromone matching test between Liang Xiao and Mr. Huo shows that it is higher than 98%. According to Liang Xiao's conscience-less novels, Mr. Huo will press the person on the bed with the back of his neck in his mouth sooner or later. Wrist, fiercely made Liang Xiao tremble in the pheromone in the ice and snow, panting and crying.

The housekeeper called him a few times and saw him in a daze: "Mr. Duan?"

Duan Ming was awakened by Liang Xiao crying, and cursed his heart: "Impossible."

The housekeeper was stunned: "What?"

"It's fine." Duan Ming shook his head vigorously, completely dispelling his thoughts, "Boss Huo can't be this kind of Alpha."

The housekeeper was explaining to him that Huo Lan was going to buy a house for Mr. Liang, and sighed when he heard the words: "You can't look like a person..."

Duan Ming gasped on the spot.

"Although Mr. Huo usually speaks and never shows favoritism, no one can stop him when he is really willful."

The housekeeper sighed and remembered the past: "In the two years since Mr. Huo took over the family business, Feiyang Pharmaceutical was not doing well, and it stopped production for more than half a year, and it was about to close down."

At that time, Feiyang Pharmaceutical was also called Hengtong Pharmaceutical.

The Huo family was in turmoil, and the directors persuaded Mr. Huo to cut his tail to survive. But the young Huo Lan at the time didn't know why, except that he was stubborn and almost willful in this matter.

Feiyang Pharmaceuticals identified opportunities, focused on the direction of pheromone-related preparations that were still in the market at that time, and made a lot of money under the injection of a large amount of capital.

In the next few years, Feiyang Pharmaceuticals will be an important pillar enterprise for the Huo Group to come back to life.

Otherwise, Mr. Huo wouldn't be able to give Mr. Liang so many inhibitors in one go.

…

So this time, Mr. Huo said that he would buy a house for Mr. Liang. Even if the entire leadership of Xingguan was bribed by Long Tao and suddenly would rather die, he would definitely buy a house for Mr. Liang.

The housekeeper finished recalling the past, looked at Duan Ming who was still in a trance, and was stunned: "Mr. Duan?"

"...It's okay." Duan Ming came back to life, struggling to keep up with the housekeeper's thoughts, "Mr. Huo wants to buy him a house?"

"I don't know what was provoked." The housekeeper was worried, "It seems to be in a hurry."

Duan Ming didn't think so much as the housekeeper, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but be happy for Liang Xiao: "Okay, he won't have to move around in the future."

The housekeeper always felt that he had to move again, so he resisted being exposed, and nodded in cooperation: "Yes."

Duan Ming couldn't help asking: "What kind of thing to buy, can we choose?"

"Since I bought it for Mr. Liang, Mr. Liang can naturally choose."

The housekeeper watched Huo Lan send people out, his heart was bleeding, but he had to smile calmly: "Don't worry, we will contact you first."

Duan Ming is really happy for Liang Xiao: "Thank you, Mr. Huo, he has always wanted to have a home all these years."

The housekeeper was stunned and didn't say anything further.

Duan Ming has seen a lot in the circle these years. He originally thought it was nothing more than a whim, but now, looking at Huo Lan's attitude, I finally feel relieved.

Liang Xiao's filming is almost finished. After editing, there are some scenes to make up. There are still a few more scenes today. The assistant couldn't handle it alone. He came back and handed over the information, and he had to go to the studio to follow.

Duan Ming was in good spirits when it came to a happy event, he pulled the housekeeper and said a few more words, happily relieved: "Then I'll go back first, is there anything you need to do when you come down?"

Standing in the hotel lobby, the housekeeper stood for a long while with a lot of thoughts, and sighed: "I have something to do."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment, then reciprocated his concern: "What's the matter, can we help?"

The housekeeper has been in the Huo family for 30 years. Recently, one after another, he was caught off guard. The vicissitudes held his hands: "Mr. Duan."

Duan Ming shook hands with him subconsciously.

"You know after convincing the hotel owner that the toiletries in the bathroom did mysteriously disappear."

The housekeeper was a little desperate: "How can I convince the hotel owner that he really has heating in his standard hotel room?"