The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!

Mr. Liang obtained the dreams, memories and wishes of the entire teenager in the room left by Mr. Huo before he left.

Lost all pillows.

"There must be gains and losses." Duan Ming patted him on the shoulder, "Didn't you really sell it?"

Liang Xiao was wronged by June Feixue and attacked the manager with the boy's water gun.

Duan Ming wiped the water on his face, opened the wardrobe, and looked around carefully.

From the master bedroom to the side bedroom, the bathing utensils and bedding are all available, and they are even extra thoughtful, and there are several bars to ensure the safety of the bathtub when a single person is using it.

Only the pillows were all mysteriously missing, not a single one was left.

"Who would take this...even if I leave you one."

Duan Ming was inexplicable, and turned over his phone: "I want another one from the hotel?"

Liang Xiao looked at the time: "It's too late, no need."

He slept with Mr. Huo on his head during this period of time, and he didn't use the pillow very much. After thinking about it for a long time, he could not evoke any impression: "Maybe the pillow group is dissatisfied with my long-term neglect. , get up and get out of bed..."

Duan Ming: "...tomorrow the hotel asks what's going on, can I explain it like this?"

Liang Xiao coughed and shut up in time.

Duan Ming really can't figure it out, and no longer wastes his brain: "Forget it, I'll contact there tomorrow to ask if Mr. Huo packed the luggage wrong."

The housekeeper was responsible for escorting Liang Xiao and Huo Lan to the airport this morning. The captain of the bodyguard was responsible for packing up the suite. If you want to ask about luggage, you should probably contact the bodyguard team.

Duan Ming dug out the Huo Zhai work exchange group, clicked to find it: "How about your thank you letter to Mr. Huo?"

Liang Xiao: "Send it out."

Duan Ming was stunned: "What happened?"

"I received the gift, I like it very much, I am very happy, I was moved to tears..."

Liang Xiao read to him: "Where are my pillows?"

Duan Ming: "…"

Duan Ming had a toothache, pressed the button, and took a deep breath: "...blame me."

Before leaving, the housekeeper warned repeatedly that Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang had developed a new mode of communication, which they could not easily get involved in.

Duan Ming was careless for a while and didn't listen to the old man's words, and now it's too late to regret it: "Isn't it a thank you, ask Mr. Huo what this is for?"

Liang Xiao was very embarrassed: "In case Mr. Huo is reluctant and wants to bring some souvenirs about me, I just chose the pillow..."

Liang Xiaoren is so bold and prolific, her ears are hot, her chest is raised and her head is raised: "I asked this question, and I was moved by seven points and two points nine points in happiness. A pinch of fun."

Duan Ming was shocked by his plausible fan-shaped statistics, opened his mouth but did not speak, and touched Liang Xiao's forehead.

Liang Xiao felt that her speculation was reasonable, and moved her agent's hand away: "Isn't it right?"

"...Yes."

Duan Ming: "Let's talk about the incident."

Compared to choose one of the two, the logic and possibility of running away from the Pillow Uprising are obviously slightly better.

Liang Xiao became furious and threw the agent out of the room with a water gun.

"It should have been communicated wrong when packing things up, and Mr. Huo's assistant team made a mistake."

Duan Ming's eyes are quick, he rolled up a few bags of snacks, and leaned in half body with the door frame: "I will contact there tomorrow morning to confirm, you have a good rest, you really can't take the bed and roll it up, be careful Don't fall asleep..."

Duan Mingfei quickly dodged a water column, closed the door for him, and went downstairs.

Liang Xiao's last blow was a disappointment, she held her breath in the living room for a long time, regretfully put away the gun, and went back to sleep on her side.

The phone didn't move, it was probably too late, Huo Lan had already rested.

Liang Xiao held up her phone and flipped through it for a while, then flipped through the news, read it word by word, and clicked on the favorite character appreciation.

The side sleeper lights are warm, and it has been stuffed more than usual.

Liang Xiao accumulated a stack of post-it notes, carefully aligned and pasted it on the head of the bed along the line from eating to sleeping well.

Huo Lan's shirts are still in the closet, and all that are left are extra soft and comfortable casual styles, neatly sized in a row.

Buried in, you can still smell the cool breath of the light fresh snow.

Liang Xiao jumped out of bed by pressing his ribs, squatted in the closet to compare his heart, and felt that the picture of Mr. Huo burying his face in the pillow was not so impossible to appear.

…

Not very likely.

Liang Xiao tried her best to imagine for a while, but in the end she couldn't let her imagination run free. She yawned and closed her phone and put it away.

Without a pillow, the problem is not that serious.

Liang Xiao has always been good at making things right, wearing a little yellow duck to wash properly, holding the pajamas left by Mr. Huo into a small ball, and sleeping on his pillow.

House.

"...that's about it."

To pack up before coming back, Mr. Huo specially explained that there is not much to bring. The captain of the bodyguard has always been very strange, why the number and size of the luggage have a big deviation.

In a moment of carelessness, this kind of trouble happened.

The captain of the bodyguard has not yet found out who did it, and the more he thinks about it, the more angry he is: "I have to let Mr. Huo check! The agent contacted me today, and I only knew why we brought so many cars. s things!"

The housekeeper sighed and looked at him incomprehensibly.

The captain of the bodyguard was inexplicably looked at by him: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." The housekeeper asked, "Did you tell Mr. Huo?"

The captain of the bodyguard: "Say it! How can you hide this kind of thing from Mr. Huo?"

The housekeeper finally knew how the snow in the bedroom came this morning, took a deep breath, and pressed his head: "Then you—"

The housekeeper lowered his head and glanced at the suitcase at the feet of the captain of the bodyguard: "...It's alright."

It is not the first time that the captain of the bodyguard has been transferred to take charge of the periphery. Xiaoli said it was a mistake, but when you grow up, it's full of personal pockets! What are you doing with a pillow when you have nothing to do?"

The two stood not far from the study, and the housekeeper took action in time and tightly covered the mouth of the bodyguard captain.

"Maybe it's sold!"

The captain of the bodyguard was steadfast and unyielding, and finished with great effort: "Now the pillows of five-star hotels are also very valuable. If they are sold, the market must be traced..."

"No need to investigate." The housekeeper had a headache and dragged him away, "There is no such thing in the market."

The captain of the bodyguard was stunned: "Where are they all? Who brought them back?"

Housekeeper: "…"

They are all placed in Mr. Huo's bedroom, neatly lined up in a row of military postures. If Mr. Huo felt that his work was done well today, he would pick one out and stay together for five minutes.

The housekeeper couldn't say anything, so he held his forehead in silence for a while: "I took it."

The captain of the bodyguard looked at him in horror: "What are you doing with this?"

The housekeeper doesn't know either, but the housekeeper is loyal and hesitant: "The assistant team bought a vacuum compressor...I was itching for a moment."

The captain of the bodyguard did not expect that his decades-old partner was this kind of person, and stared at him incredulously: "You have compressed all Mr. Liang's pillows back? You can even leave one for others. ?!"

The housekeeper also asked Mr. Huo the same thing at the time, but the picture of Mr. Huo being silent and **** off and peeling walnuts in the snow was too soft, and the housekeeper couldn't help it.

This morning, the housekeeper has contacted the hotel, bought all the pillows brought back by using the black card membership discount, and informed the hotel to replace Mr. Liang with a new batch as soon as possible. Looking at the captain of the bodyguard who was still dazed and confused, he had such a headache that he slammed the person downstairs with his luggage.

The villa is very clean today, and there are very few staff walking back and forth.

The two pulled and shoved to the door, only to realize that something was wrong when they saw the movement outside.

The housekeeper didn't care about throwing people out, so he let go and frowned: "What's the matter? Where did you send the things?"

Except for the few years when the Huo family had an accident, this situation has never happened since then. The person in charge of the periphery was in a dilemma and whispered: "It is said that the Qingming Festival is coming, and I came to give it to Mr. and Mrs. Not good not to accept…”

The housekeeper said in a cold voice, "Since it is for Mr. and Mrs., let's take it to the cemetery and pay homage. Mr. Huo will also go in the afternoon."

The person in charge was a little embarrassed: "If someone sends it again—"

"Let them send them to the cemetery again!" The captain of the bodyguard slowed down and scolded in a deep voice, "What are you sending Huo's house for?"

The person in charge Ne Ne: "We persuaded, they said that they are all family, broken bones and tendons, and sending them home is also mourning..."

"The grief is not clear, the relatives are quite understandable... Now they are all elders of Mr. Huo."

The housekeeper took the gift list and turned it over, his face darkened, and he was about to speak when the figure who came downstairs made his heart tighten: "Mr. Huo."

The housekeeper threw the gift list, lowered his voice and called someone, ready to remove everything as soon as possible.

Huo Lan looked calm, and didn't seem to be too distracted by the flower, paper and fruit basket in front of him: "Go with the car in the afternoon, and then send it later, all will be transferred to the cemetery."

The person in charge nodded quickly: "Yes."

Xingguan still has work to do, Huo Lan has to go to the company first: "Don't send someone to pick me up, I'll drive over by myself."

The housekeeper hesitated: "Mr. Huo——"

Huo Lan cut him off in a low voice: "The family matters to you."

Huo Lan didn't stay any longer, just got in the car.

The captain of the bodyguard and the butler watched the car drive away together, a little worried, and dragged the butler: "Mr. Huo... It's okay?"

"It doesn't matter."

The housekeeper shook his head: "Mr. Huo is in a bad mood, so he likes to be alone."

If the company didn't have so many things, Huo Lan would probably prefer to stay alone in the small study that he moved back from Jiangnan. But at the moment, Huo Lan will not interfere with his work because of his personal emotions.

"Blame us." The person in charge of the periphery blamed himself, "At the end of March, people started to send them one after another. We thought that Mr. Huo would not come back anyway, so he wouldn't be bothered, and he didn't have much control..."

"We didn't expect it either." The housekeeper sighed, "It was indeed an accident."

Huo Lan was not able to rush back to the imperial capital every time during the Qingming Festival. In the past few years, Huo Lan was in urgent need of ZTE, and Huo Lan went abroad to inspect transactions. People sprinkle and sweep for the funeral,

They thought that this time was similar, and everything that should be prepared had been prepared in advance, but no one thought that Long Tao would be so unbearable.

"What's the use of sending this thing?" The captain of the bodyguard couldn't figure it out and frowned, "Just to make Mr. Huo upset? What are the people in the family trying to mess with?"

"It's just that there is no liquidity during this period of time, and I can't bear the pain. One by one, they are rushing to remind Mr. Huo that they are all elders."

The housekeeper looked at the gift list: "Even the seniority comes from Mr. and Mrs.... When Mr. Huo just came back and was short of funds, why didn't he see them connected with broken bones? Muscle elder?"

The housekeeper still clearly remembers the events of the year, and the old and new anger broke out together: "When Mr. Huo was alone in Jiangnan, when the pheromone conflict was high and fever, why didn't they come to care? Mr. Huo was in heavy rain. When they were divided, where were they?"

The captain of the bodyguard was thoroughly understood by him. After thinking about it carefully, his face darkened: "It should be cleaned up completely."

"The grasshopper in the autumn, it won't be long before the grasshopper."

The housekeeper took a deep breath and exhaled, and calmed down: "Put everything away first, and go to the cemetery with the car in the afternoon... What's the matter here."

The person in charge of the periphery nodded, called a few people, and moved the things away.

The housekeeper was worried about Huo Lan, and wanted to call the secretary department when he went back.

The captain of the bodyguard looked around and asked him in a low voice: "You said that when Mr. Huo was in Jiangnan... what happened?"

"It's not the time to be with Mr. Liang."

The housekeeper pressed his forehead and sighed: "The pheromone conflicted when Mrs. gave birth, and she became seriously ill. Later, when she recovered slowly, we all thought it was all right..."

No one really thought that Xiao Huolan was actually a victim, and his body might also be injured.

The young Huo Lan has actually shown a vague expression. During that time, he returned to his home a few times, but he always had a high fever. The housekeeper was also worried that he was not suitable for the northern climate, so he specially ordered the kitchen to cook A nourishing soup for several days.

"At that time, there was also a lack of awareness of this disease."

The housekeeper sighed: "Now, as soon as it is found that Mr. Huo's fever persists and he is not in good health, he should quickly check the gland development."

"So serious?!"

The captain of the bodyguard was in a cold sweat: "Fortunately, Mr. Huo made it through."

"Yes." The housekeeper didn't dare to think about it, and said in a low voice, "At that time, Mr. Liang happened to be gone, and Mr. Huo was alone in the rain for a whole night... If not It’s unimaginable to get through.”

The captain of the bodyguard was stunned, hesitantly opened his mouth, but did not speak.

It was rare for the housekeeper to see him but he hesitated: "What's the matter?"

"Yes——" The captain of the bodyguard made a mistake, and he carefully confirmed with him in advance, "Do you want to set off the atmosphere? In order to make Mr. Liang feel distressed..."

The housekeeper is angry: "What kind of atmosphere does this kind of thing create? Am I crazy?!"

"Mr. Liang is with Mr. Huo!" The housekeeper suspected that he was using 2G to surf the Internet, "Besides, how can Mr. Liang know about this kind of thing? Mr. Huo also doesn't allow us Tell Mr. Liang-"

The captain of the bodyguard was trained sternly by him: "But...it didn't rain that day."

Housekeeper: "…"

The housekeeper was so angry that he had a heart attack: "Have you remembered whether it rained every day over the years?!"

In those days, little Huo Lan was picking up letters in the pool by himself. Anyway, the place of the incident was still in Huo's villa. I can remember that it didn't rain at that time, which is already a miracle in the history of bodyguard work.

The division of young Huo Lan was in the south of the Yangtze River, and many years ago, if you can really remember it, it is a serious waste of special talents.

"Mr. Huo said it was raining at the time! What am I doing this for?"

The housekeeper was so angry that he almost couldn't help but want to change his name: "You don't need to be called Captain Bodyguard in the future, just call it Weather Tracker..."

"No." The captain of the bodyguard was blushed by him. After a while, he admitted in a low voice, "I was also in Jiangnan at that time."

The housekeeper was stunned: "What?"

"Mr. Liang is leaving just a few days before Mr. Huo's birthday?"

The captain of the bodyguard knew that he could not tell Mr. Liang, and whispered to the housekeeper: "My wife had a physical problem when she gave birth to Mr. Huo. Although I forgot about it later, I come here every year. The mood will change from time to time..."

The housekeeper knew this and frowned: "Mr. will take his wife out on vacation at this time. I know that it was the Huo's house that I stayed behind that year."

"Yes." The captain of the bodyguard whispered, "I followed me that year."

"In those few days my wife didn't know why, she was very restless and always had nightmares."

The captain of the bodyguard recalled: "Sir heard that there is a temple in the south of the Yangtze River with a talisman that is very spiritual, and can make two people die together... I took my wife up the mountain to ask for a pair."

Captain bodyguard: "At that time, we were all in Jiangnan."

The housekeeper was stunned and looked at him without speaking.

"Because I was going to climb the mountain, we were staring at the weather in those days. It was sunny."

."

The housekeeper looked at him blankly, suddenly remembered something, and his face turned pale.

The housekeeper didn't have time to reflect on this with him, and dragged him to confirm again: "It didn't rain that day."

The captain of the bodyguard nodded: "No... what happened?"

An idea came to the butler's heart, he shook his head in a trance, and cold sweat broke out: "Damn."

The captain of the bodyguard was startled by him and a little nervous: "What's wrong? Is it serious? I asked someone to prepare-"

The housekeeper waved his hand and whispered, "I'll go and call Mr. Duan."

The housekeeper grabbed the captain of the bodyguard and emphasized, "Don't tell Mr. Huo about this."

The captain of the bodyguard was at a loss: "Why did I tell Mr. Huo about this? Mr. Huo doesn't rain..."

The housekeeper couldn't explain it to him, so he sighed heavily and hurried away.

For the first time, the housekeeper and the manager failed to exchange information smoothly. Duan Ming asked three questions, probably because the studio was too busy, so he hung up after a few quick answers.

The housekeeper was not sure, so he had no choice but to suppress all his guesses, walked to Huo Lan, and whispered, "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan nodded.

"I brought everything." The housekeeper waited for his opinion softly, "It's a bit too much, let's..."

"Leave it to the cemetery in charge."

Huo Lan said: "Don't worry about it."

The housekeeper nodded, asked someone to explain a few words, and took the things away.

Huo Lan stood quietly for a while, and closed his eyes.

"Can't blame you..."

The housekeeper roughly knew what he was thinking, so he was silent for a while, but he calmed down and said carefully: "What the pheromone is, it is not up to you and your wife to decide, and it is not your fault that your wife is sick."

Mr. Huo Lan never made a false statement to Xiao Huo Lan.

The housekeeper knew that it would be useless to say more, so he tried his best to persuade him: "You have done enough. If the Huo family went bankrupt and liquidated, how many people would have lost everything overnight. return..."

"The captain of the bodyguard said... Mr. and Mrs. have asked for the same fate."

Housekeeper: "It is to let two people's fate be linked in life and death. This is the wish of Mr. and Mrs.

Huo Lan moved slightly and opened his eyes.

After the division, the young Huo Lan was never allowed to see his wife again. The housekeeper guessed that he didn't know this, and explained patiently: "It's a talisman in the temple. It is said that sincerity is good, and there are many people who ask for it."

The housekeeper tried his best to distract him: "Do you want to ask Mr. Liang for one? Right at-"

Huo Lan softly said: "I don't want to."

The housekeeper was startled.

"You don't have to live and die." Huo Lan squatted down and looked at the tombstone that had been wiped clean. "If I die one day, he will have a good life."

The housekeeper didn't expect him to think about this, and was taken aback: "You—"

"I made a will and will be notarized after a while."

Huo Lan: "The company will have proper arrangements. My property belongs to Mr. Liang, and there will be no secondary division according to kinship."

"Why are you suddenly thinking about this?" The housekeeper was a little anxious, "You are in good health now, and you are safe and sound, and there is nothing in our settings that can kidnap and murder you..."

Huo Lan frowned: "Stop talking about this, it's not good luck."

Housekeeper: "…"

The housekeeper choked back, weak: "Yes, you said your... will."

"Just be prepared. Every year in the future, I will make adjustments according to changes in the company, but the division of property will not change."

Huo Lan: "The villa is owned by Mr. Liang, and it is up to Mr. Liang to decide whether to rent or sell it."

The housekeeper bravely said, "Mr. Liang...why can't you live by yourself?"

"If I die, the staff will also be dismissed." Huo Lan frowned, "The villa is completely empty, what should he do if he is afraid of ghosts?"

The housekeeper stopped struggling, squatted down beside him, convinced: "...Yes."

The housekeeper roughly guessed his thoughts and probed softly: "Is it because Mr. and Mrs.'s plane crashed that you should prepare in advance in case of any accident?"

Huo Lan's expression darkened.

"..." The housekeeper actually didn't quite understand his classification of good or bad luck, but he kept his mouth shut, stopped saying bad words, and waited for Huo Lan to continue to explain his will.

Huo Lan was silent for a while: "If he insists on living in the villa and burns paper for me, let me know."

The housekeeper opened his mouth and said nothing.

The housekeeper secretly took a walnut from his pocket and placed it not far from Huo Lan: "...Okay."

Huo Lan's eyes fell on the walnut, he tried his best to bear it for a while, but still reached out and held it in his hand: "You can't make sense, I'll go and tell him in person."

The housekeeper carefully thought about the scene that Mr. Huo personally told Mr. Liang, and reminded: "You just said that Mr. Liang is afraid of ghosts..."

The housekeeper looked at the little snowflake above his head, stopped talking, and closed his mouth.

"He wants to live a good life, do whatever he wants, buy whatever he wants, and if he wants... he won't endorse it if he doesn't endorse it."

Huo Lan clenched the walnut, lowered his eyes and said softly, "I don't want to live and die."

The housekeeper looked at him quietly, and his heart became sour: "But Mr. Liang may miss you."

Huo Lan shook his head: "He is much stronger than me."

Liang Xiao is actually much stronger than him, even if he is bruised and bruised by fate, he can get up again with a smile after taking a breath.

Huo Lan was a little uncomfortable being stared at by the housekeeper, and frowned: "I won't die, just make an assumption."

In two days, the housekeeper has to help him type out the hypothetical will and notarize it. He exhaled and was dying: "Yes."

"He will adjust himself very well, even if he misses me, he will not let this state continue for too long."

Huo Lan: "He actually doesn't allow himself to show weakness."

The phone on the side vibrated twice, Huo Lan ignored it and continued: "If he really misses me, he will only endure it by himself and stop thinking about it. "

The housekeeper took the phone: "Yes."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes.

He also knew that Liang Xiao fell into a drowsy sleep with a high fever, and was affected by the past ten years ago, crying hoarsely and desperately hugging him.

"Miss me until next time."

Huo Lan's chest was almost numb with pain, and he clenched his fist lightly: "He can probably tell himself...to endure it for ten years."

The housekeeper looked at the message prompt: "...Yes."

Huo Lan couldn't help frowning, and he didn't say any more. He took it out from his parents' unexpected past and entanglement, which was almost obsessive: "Whose news?"

Housekeeper: "Mr. Liang's."

Huo Lan was slightly startled.

Huo Lan subconsciously straightened up and straightened his clothes: "Mr. Liang...what did you say?"

"Mr. Liang said." The housekeeper read, "He misses you very much, do you miss him? If not, he will endure it for ten seconds and ask you again."