The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

Mr. Liang himself, who was in urgent need of a dress, was **** on the set.

Wiya hanged all morning, and there were several literary dramas in the afternoon. The costumes are cumbersome, take it off and put it on again, at least it will take an hour to put it in, and the whole crew can't just wait for him in a big scene.

Liang Xiao simply continued in one breath, until the last game was over, and then changed into the silver satin brocade robe with wide robes and wide sleeves.

Liang Xiao said nothing, and let Duan Ming drag him into the small bathroom in the rest room.

"Don't move." Duan Ming frowned, helping him to pull the fabric stuck to the wound little by little.

Duan Ming couldn't help it, let go and raised his head: "Can you cooperate?"

Liang Xiao took a small sip: "How to cooperate?"

Liang Xiao hesitated and put his hand down: "Brother Duan, take it easy."

Duan Ming: "…"

Liang Xiao: "QA——"

Duan Ming pressed his forehead, no trouble, and pulled his clothes down hard.

A little bit of tearing is more torment, it's better to change the long pain to the short one. Duan Ming was not softhearted, he picked up the cotton pad soaked in iodine, and pressed it neatly on the wound: "Are you alive?"

"Alive and dead."

Liang Xiao was paralyzed on the sofa and muttered: "The two states are superimposed at the same time. Only when you observe, will it collapse into one..."

"What?" Duan Ming was puzzled, "Who said that?"

Liang Xiao was dying: "Schrödinger."

Duan Ming didn't know him, so he didn't care much, so he helped him get medicine for the wound and put on a few Band-Aids.

Liang Xiao's problem is not for a day or two, when there is no major event, it is really uncomfortable, but it is normal and stable, and no one is willing to tell it.

Duan Ming gets nervous every time he sees Liang Xiao Jingjing, but seeing that he is so energetic now, he is somewhat relieved: "Okay, put it on."

Liang Xiaofei quickly put on his clothes: "Go back?"

"I'll ask, I should be able to."

Duan Ming looked at the time: "Go back and tell Mr. Huo, and take care of you when you take a shower."

Liang Xiao was packing his things when he was caught off guard: "…"

Duan Ming: "I'm overtaking again?"

Liang Xiao said firmly: "No."

Duan Ming looked at him suspiciously.

Liang Xiao has already taken off their Mr. Huo's shirts by himself, and after asking himself, he firmly believes that it is only a small step away from taking a bath together.

Liang Xiao calmed down and tried his best to make his tone seem casual and natural: "Got it... I'll tell Mr. Huo tonight."

Duan Ming reminded him: "It's red to the neck."

Liang Xiao Schrödinger refused to admit it, straightened his shoulders without squinting, wrapped his coat, and walked calmly to open the door.

When I returned to the hotel, it was not time to meet the flowers and leaves in the proposal.

The entire suite was shrouded in the working state of Mr. Huo. The staff walked around quietly, without saying a word, and tidy up the room lightly.

Liang Xiao didn't ask anyone to disturb Huo Lan, he blended in with the atmosphere, lightly moved into the side sleep, and lay on the bed.

It is a lie to say that you are not tired after a whole day of home theater.

Liang Xiao's whole body was sore and sore, and when she lay down, she didn't want to move.

Liang Xiao covered the script and yawned.

"It's exhausting."

Duan Ming frowned, pulled the quilt away, and gave him a corner: "I guess the intensity is enough... Do you still plan to resume training?"

Liang Xiao was confused: "It's different."

Filming is filming, and training is training. Hanging Weiya is almost impossible to practice except for the physical effort and the waist.

Jin Dao's standard for his martial arts is based on historical dramas. Compared with the elegant and agile requirements of Xianxia's martial arts movements, the strength and explosiveness are much stronger, which happens to be Liang Xiao's Weakness.

"I have to wear cloth strips for the second half."

Liang Xiao was sleepy and dazed: "According to Director Jin's temper, I probably have to train him at least a thin layer of muscle lines that can be seen..."

Duan Ming also knew in his heart that he was just working hard for him, sighed and compromised: "Okay."

Star Crown has a comprehensive set of auxiliary resources for artists, and there is a team dedicated to related training, so there is no need to go out and spend more money.

Duan Ming called out the information and turned over the information: "What are the items? Cardiopulmonary, balance, physical strength improvement, shaping and muscle building..."

Liang Xiao helped him think: "Core strength."

Duan Ming checked it out: "Make an appointment for injury prevention and relaxation stretching?"

Liang Xiao nodded, watching him quickly swipe over a page of training, and was curious: "What is it?"

Duan Ming pushed his head away: "You can't use it."

"Not necessarily." The more Liang Xiao didn't want to watch it, the more he wanted to see it, he tried his best to stick his head out, very deep, "It's not like this is the case with actors, dedicating their lives to the camera, any unexpected place is possible. need…"

Duan Mingqie came back and read to him: "Zero-based **** shaping, buttocks development, and peach buttocks."

Liang Xiao: “…”

Duan Ming was kind enough to fear that he would be familiar with him. Since Liang Xiao didn't cherish it himself, there was nothing he could do: "Beginner squat, basic leg exercise ability, buttocks and legs stretch... Do you need it?"

Liang Xiao was ashamed and angry: "No more."

Duan Ming: "Actor, that's all, dedicate yourself to the camera..."

Liang Xiao wanted to violently attack the manager, but he had no strength in his waist, struggled for a long time, and was completely entangled with the quilt.

Duan Ming couldn't stand it any longer, so he rescued him: "Take a rest, I'll make an appointment for you."

"I'll go first."

Duan Ming saw that Liang Xiao was really tired, and it didn't hurt him anymore, so he helped him put away his things: "You can rest assured, if there is anything in the crew, I will give you a letter."

Liang Xiao bends forward with difficulty: "Brother Duan, you and Xiaogong also rest—"

Duan Ming pressed him back on the bed: "Take a break, leave us alone."

Duan Ming looked at the script beside him, suddenly remembered something, and pulled out a set of highlighters for him.

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Do you want me to draw a cat on Mr. Huo's face?"

"..." Duan Ming: "I want you to draw the lines and memorize them."

As the filming progresses, the sequence of scenes will be disrupted and interspersed, and each scene must be marked with additional plot anchor points. So usually the later the progress, the more explanations the script involves.

According to Liang Xiao's recitation, Duan Ming is really worried that he will be the first actor to die young because of rewriting the script.

Duan Ming guessed that he was too lazy to move, so he put away the highlighter: "There are several colors, you can choose by yourself."

Liang Xiao was a little regretful and responded.

"There is also a steam eye mask." Duan Ming looked for it, "If you have a fever, put it on if your eyes are sore."

Liang Xiao couldn't control his imagination: "Then Mr. Huo will keep steaming when he wears it..."

Cold and heat meet, water vapor condenses.

From then on, it became a walking cloud.

Duan Ming looked at him for a long time, took a deep breath and pressed his forehead.

Duan Ming couldn't control him: "If you really miss Mr. Huo, don't lie here and smash his door."

Liang Xiao also thought about it, but it's still a little early, Mr. Huo is still in full working state: "Then Mr. Huo is afraid that he will press me on the sofa and beat me with his own hands. ass..."

Duan Ming was stunned: "Then why don't you go quickly?"

Liang Xiao: “…”

Liang Xiao couldn't help but think about it for a long time, then got up and sat beside the bed.

Duan Ming didn't think it was a big deal, so he opened the door for him: "Will you go?"

Liang Xiao was discouraged and lay back: "Forget it."

Duan Mingqi said: "Why?"

Liang Xiao: "Blue sky and white sun...not suitable."

Liang Xiao rolled a few times on the bed, touched a highlighter, opened the script and drew a few lines.

What will happen to Huo, Liang Xiao is not very sure.

But if he was really pressed on the sofa and spanked, 99% of the time, he wouldn't want to memorize tomorrow's script.

Liang Xiaojing couldn't help but condemn her manager: "Brother Duan, you can't always think about this."

"..." Duan Ming lived and died: "Is it what I thought?"

Liang Xiao calmed down, took the phone, and shared a playlist with him.

Duan Ming numbly looked at the cover of the playlist of "Sanskrit Buddha Song? Miao Yun Buddha Heart" on his mobile phone: "…"

Duan Mingqing had few desires, turned on the work light by the bedside, picked up the script and placed it on top of his head, turned and walked out the side sleeping door.

Liang Xiao couldn't concentrate for long.

Waking up early and having a hard day, Liang Xiao yawned a dozen times in a row, and the words in front of him were completely overshadowed.

Liang Xiao grasped the highlighter, struggled to identify the handwriting for a long time, and drew a wavy line crookedly under the pen, her energy was finally exhausted, and she fell on the script.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside the window.

The curtains are tightly closed, and the light of the table lamp is warm, adding a layer of soft filter to the things in the room.

Liang Xiao opened his eyes and stared at the soft ceiling for three seconds, then suddenly woke up and copied the phone.

Twenty minutes have passed since the flowers and leaves met.

Liang Xiao sighed: "Heaven is going to die—"

The bathroom sounded, Huo Lan followed the movement and walked out quickly, "Who?"

"..." Liang Xiao stared at them, Mr. Huo: "I."

Huo Lan came out of the bathroom too naturally, Liang Xiao was stunned for a long time, couldn't hold back, and checked if she was still lying on the side bed.

The obsession is too strong, and I walk through the wall in the middle of the night.

Liang Xiao touched his walnut kernels from under the pillow, heaved a sigh of relief, and propped his arms up to sit up.

Huo Lan walked over quickly: "Don't move."

Huo Lan approached, Liang Xiaocai saw the medical bag in his hand, stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's okay..."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, rarely unmoved.

It's not a serious injury, and it's been dealt with, and everyone has a band-aid.

Liang Xiao didn't care, she finally saw people after a day, really wanted to talk to Huo Lan, and sat up full of energy: "Have you finished your work? Today's studio is lively, Director Jin said—"

Liang Xiao paused, looked at Huo Lan's hand covering his collar, and completely forgot what Director Jin said.

Liang Xiao felt a little feverish, and his throat moved: "Mr. Huo?"

Huo Lan picked him up, sat on the head of the bed by himself, and asked Liang Xiao to lean on him.

Liang Xiao was not physically strong when he was in estrus, and he was often carried into his arms like this.

"Injured——" Huo Lan was silent, "you should contact me too."

The sentence patterns they mastered by Mr. Huo are very fixed. Liang Xiao is already familiar with this one.

After all, it's not like separating two places before, calling and sending text messages... It seems a bit unnecessary.

Knocking three times through the door as a password is inappropriate.

Liang Xiao couldn't hold back and murmured: "Pass the note..."

Injured, he wrote a note dipped in blood and put it in the crack of the door for Mr. Huo.

Huo Lan frowned: "What?"

Liang Xiao slowed down: "It's okay."

He really didn't take these minor injuries seriously, he felt that he really shouldn't make a fuss, and stopped Huo Lan's hand with a smile: "A total of layers of skin are broken, I'll see later, maybe At once--"

Huo Lan turned his head and kissed him lightly on the temple.

Liang Xiao: "...Okay."

I don't know if it's because they can't see each other during the day, but they seem to have turned on a new switch every night recently.

Liang Xiao opened her mouth, but said nothing, Ren Huolan unbuttoned his shirt.

Huo Lan took off the Band-Aid, revealing the wound whitened by cold sweat.

Liang Xiao was still empty after all.

Huo Lan closed his eyes and took him into his arms.

Liang Xiao hadn't had time to shape her muscles, so she felt a little regretful, and tried her best to cover the hem of her clothes: "This progress - you can push it back..."

Liang Xiao wanted to burn himself, and coughed twice: "Huo Lan——"

Huo Lan: "I'm here."

Huo Lan hugged Liang Xiao's shoulders and back, telling him to relax completely and lean on his chest and abdomen.

Liang Xiao rested on his arms, her heart rate couldn't help rushing up, she subconsciously grabbed the hem of Huo Lan's clothes and raised her head with bated breath.

Huo Lan stroked his hair, leaned over Liang Xiao, and gently blew on his wound.

Huo Lan: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Liang Xiao was stunned, and the messy thoughts suddenly disappeared.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth: "It doesn't hurt, you don't have to..."

Liang Xiao couldn't continue, took a deep breath, turned his face sideways, and buried himself in the soft fabric of Huo Lan's pajamas.

Huo Lan took care of his wound seriously, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, disinfected from the inside out bit by bit, and reapplied the medicine.

After each step, stop and breathe carefully.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes and trembled a little, and was held by Huo Lan's wrist: "It hurts?"

"It hurts." Liang Xiao laughed hoarsely, "It hurts to death."

Huo Lan was silent for a moment, hugged him on his chest and shoulders, lowered his head and kissed his eyes gently.

Huo Lan has always been ignorant of love affairs, and has no experience with these things. Kissing and rubbing are still almost naive, but he is serious and meticulous.

The kiss, which was so gentle as to be quiet, fell through the hot eyelids.

Liang Xiao closed her eyes tightly, and when the heat in her eyes gradually calmed down in the cool breath, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "When I was young... I envy this."

Huo Lan closed his eyes and protected him in his arms.

"It's really amazing." Liang Xiao buried himself in his clothes and smiled, "I still don't believe it, it turns out that it won't hurt if I blow it, and I'll definitely look for it as soon as I get hurt in the future. You blow..."

Huo Lan: "Okay."

Liang Xiao's voice was so hoarse that she could not speak.

Liang Xiao rubbed randomly on their Boss Huo's pajamas, took a deep breath, and grabbed the hem of Huo Lan's clothes and dragged them down.

Huo Lan was about to continue to treat the wound for him when he noticed the strength and leaned over: "What do you want?"

Huo Lan's breath was slightly stagnant.

Liang Xiao's chest couldn't stop heaving and he touched his lips, trying to separate Huo Lan's lips.

Although there is no practical experience, Liang Xiao has a theoretical knowledge inventory of G after all, and he is consciously obliged to assume the leading position of the two people and teach them Mr. Huo to open his mouth at this time.

Liang Xiao closed his eyes, took a breath, and pinched the numbness behind Huo Lan's elbow.

Huo Lan was in pain and subconsciously said: "Liang——"

Liang Xiao took the opportunity to follow up and touched Huo Lan's tongue.

…

When Mr. Huo was in love, he didn't actually freeze the omega to death on the bed.

Huo Lan put his arm behind Liang Xiao's head, firmly protecting Liang Xiao, did not tell him to pull the wound, put him lightly on the bed, and kissed him deeply.

The talent of the top Alpha is really terrible.

Liang Xiao only stumbled and taught once, and now she has completely lost her dominance.

Liang Xiao opened his eyes in a trance, and vaguely saw the bright sunlight after the wind and snow.

Huo Lan held his wrist all the time, and noticed that Liang Xiao's heart rate was wrong, she stepped back in time, and frowned at him.

"It's all right." Liang Xiao noticed the unease in the aura of Mr. Huo, coughed twice, and took a few breaths, "I'm very healthy."

His standards for health are too broad, Huo Lan is not at ease, his eyebrows are still tightly locked, he carefully lifts Liang Xiao up and slowly follows his breath for him.

Liang Xiao leaned against his chest, waiting for the snowflakes in front of him to return to the picture little by little.

…

Although out of place, on such a precious occasion, his first impulse was to prove to the agent that they could do it.

Liang Xiao couldn't help but blame herself. Just as she was about to suppress her thoughts, she raised her head to speak, and found that Mr. Huo was sending a text message to the housekeeper.

Liang Xiao: “…”

Liang Xiao quickly took out her mobile phone and sent Duan Ming an emoji of Zhang Jinshen dancing wildly.

Huo Lan was not worried about Liang Xiao's body, and asked the housekeeper and the doctor to confirm that there was no problem before putting down the phone. He helped Liang Xiao to sit up and put some pillows behind him.

Liang Xiao was worried that Mr. Huo would run away if they kissed again. He was quick-witted, and he dropped the phone and grabbed him: "Mr. Huo—"

Huo Lan didn't dare to compete with him, was dragged back and met Liang Xiao's questioning gaze: "..."

Huo Lan hugged him, carefully put it back on the head of the bed, and said softly, "I'll use the inhibitor."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Can't you bite me?"

...Maybe they also have a unique and stubborn restraint in this kind of thing.

You can only touch his mouth in one place at a time each day.

Once they kissed, they used up today's share and couldn't bite his neck.

Liang Xiao was a little worried: "It's not necessary..."

Huo Lan didn't know what he was thinking, closed his eyes and his chest heaved: "You will not be able to bear it."

Liang Xiao's heart rate has not yet dropped, and the glands have been soaked in his pheromone to be extra sensitive. If it is temporarily marked at this time, it is likely to stress the sensitivity of the estrus-like period sex.

According to Liang Xiao's estrus state, maybe he really wanted him to be temporarily marked in the house, and the doctor was carrying the CPR equipment outside to prepare for rescue.

Huo Lan tried his best to suppress his emotional impulses, but he was a little bit overwhelmed by the pheromone. Worried about Liang Xiao's misunderstanding, he explained in a low voice, "At least...it will take half a year to recuperate."

Huo Lan promises: "Take care of yourself and you will be fine."

Liang Xiao thought about it later and felt a little regretful: "Then remember to take your medicine."

The side effects of the inhibitor have long been a habit for him. When he wakes up one day, he does not feel uncomfortable, but he feels that something is wrong.

The number of times Huo Lan uses the inhibitor is relatively small, and the side effects are relatively much more affected.

Feiyang Pharmaceutical has been adjusting the medication according to his state. So far, it has sorted out a group of adjuvant drugs that are particularly effective in reducing side effects. The effect of combined use is indeed remarkable.

Huo Lan's eyes fell on him, and the bottom of his eyes warmed: "Okay."

Liang Xiao worried: "Remember to eat candy."

Huo Lan pursed the corner of his lower lip and said softly, "Okay."

Liang Xiao's ears are hot: "Remember to kiss after eating sugar——"

Liang Xiao coughed, suppressed her heartbeat, and stumbled, "Dear, me."

There is a rare opportunity like this, Liang Xiao is determined to reverse their concept of President Huo to some extent, and he is full of enthusiasm: "This kind of ... is not frivolous."

Liang Xiao was almost cooked, dripping down the pillow: "We - we are not just family, we like each other..."

Liang Xiao ran out of waves today, slid into the pile of pillows, and swallowed dryly: "My favorite family, isn't it?"

Huo Lan lowered his eyes, listened quietly, and pursed the corners of his lips: "Yes."

Liang Xiao: "Do you know what to do with family members who like each other?"

Huo Lan whispered: "I don't know."

Liang Xiao was stunned, and his heart suddenly ached.

Huo Lan...I really don't know.

Liang Xiao looked at him standing quietly at the end of the light, couldn't help but fluttered out of bed.

Liang Xiao was firmly caught by Huo Lan, and hugged him with strength, hands and feet, pressed Huo Lan, lowered his head, and tapped on his forehead: "It will be like this."

Huo Lan stared at him blankly, with his arms behind Liang Xiao's back.

He stood for an extraordinarily long time, so long that Liang Xiao couldn't help shaking his hands a few times in front of his eyes, and finally came back to his senses and nodded to meet Liang Xiao's sight.

Huo Lan embraced him and said softly: "Okay..."

The bottom of Huo Lan's eyes was quiet, like a clear pool formed by snow: "Wait for me, don't run around."

Liang Xiao didn't plan to run around at first, so he relieved himself and put him back on the bed: "Where are you going?"

The team is going to customize a dress for Mr. Liang. In addition to using the inhibitor, Huo Lan is also going to get the itinerary and persuade Liang Xiao to ask the designers to help measure the required size.

But now I don't really want to talk anymore.

Huo Lan recalled seriously, imitating Liang Xiao a little bit, and gave him a good smile.

Huo Lan leaned over and kissed his forehead: "I'm going to eat candy."