MTL - The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!-Chapter 35

"Mr. Liang..." The housekeeper said softly, "I won't go."

Huo Lan obviously didn't want to continue this topic, closed his eyes and sat for a while, opened his eyes, took the computer and turned it on.

The housekeeper regrets blocking him in the house: "Aren't you going to see Mr. Liang?"

Huo Lan originally wanted to go, but now he has regained his composure and felt that he should not push people too hard.

The housekeeper's bowels are all regretful.

Yesterday's incident was abuzz, and most of the crew knew that Mr. Huo took someone out of the rest area.

He and the captain of the bodyguard heard the news, ran over panting after Mr. Liang's manager, and saw Huo Lan carrying someone out of the isolation line with his own eyes.

, and then deliberately found a free time to come to work for Huo Lan.

Now it seems, I am afraid it is obviously not the situation on the surface.

"Mr. Liang may be waiting for you."

The housekeeper thought about it for a long time and tried his best: "I am lying on the hospital bed by myself, and I am not feeling well."

Housekeeper: "He's helpless, alone, coughing and looking at the door..."

Huo Lan: “…”

The housekeeper's trick was useful to Liang Xiao, and used it to fool Huo Lan. Even if Huo Lan was in an unstable mood during the susceptible period, he would not be fooled: "His manager is here."

Huo Lan stayed by the bedside for the whole night. When he came back, he was still awake. Seeing that he was sleeping peacefully, Liang Xiao was not disturbed when he left.

Liang Xiao's body is indeed a little worried, but it's not too serious, and she doesn't have a cold, at most, she doesn't have a cough.

"Trend time is limited."

Huo Lan: "We want him to post on Weibo in person. For variety show invitations handed over by Jiang Pingchao's team, his agent will also report to him for screening."

Huo Lan: "I don't have time to watch the door."

The housekeeper was slammed by them, Mr. Huo: "...Yes."

Huo Lan scanned several reports, picked out the ones that the relevant departments should pay attention to, and marked them.

He didn't know what he was thinking at first. Yesterday, the crew suddenly contacted Star Crown, saying that there was an inducer in the rest area, and omega's pheromone broke out unexpectedly, and he needed to apply for emergency response.

He rushed to the studio and heard that Liang Xiaoren was in the rest area.

…

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and did not recall the situation at that time.

Liang Xiao's ward was arranged by him. The special-needs ward on the top floor is very clean. Only the dedicated passage can be used to go up, and no one will disturb him.

He explained the relevant departments of Star Crown, and the hot search is guided by Star Crown, which can ensure a positive impact.

The manager was left in the ward by him, and has always protected his artists, so that Liang Xiao would not be wronged.

The medical staff is very responsible, the medical records and treatment plans have been introduced to him one by one, and they will take care of the patients carefully.

…

Huo Lan went through it from beginning to end, but still couldn't find any place left for him.

The housekeeper is talking nonsense, these positions are filled by your own hands one by one, and the bitterness is full of desolation: "Don't Mr. Liang - don't you need your hand?"

The housekeeper felt desolate when he said this sentence, he bite the bullet and found the value of existence for Mr. Huo: "Look, Mr. Liang can't sleep without your hand..."

"He explained it." Huo Lan repeated the original sentence, "It's not necessary."

Housekeeper: "…"

The housekeeper was completely defeated by Huo Lan: "You... busy, Star Crown needs you."

Huo Lan retracted his gaze and concentrated on his work.

The housekeeper felt distressed for a long time, sighed quietly, and went out to make coffee.

Huo Lan has dealt with several reports, released the mouse, and pressed between his eyebrows.

Last night, no matter what, I couldn't let go of my heart.

In addition to the susceptibility period, Huo Lan's head is already aching.

I can't calm down, and my thoughts are also intermittent.

Knowing that his current state may not be able to handle everything properly, Huo Lan closed the computer, propped up the edge of the table, pushed away the swivel chair, and closed his eyes and leaned into the sofa.

Huo Lan does not actually have a hobby of masochism, nor is he dedicated to his work as the housekeeper thinks.

He is just too difficult to fall asleep, especially during the susceptible period, he may not be able to fall asleep with his eyes closed for a few hours. After going back and forth, there is an instinctive resistance, and it is more inclined to rely on work to suppress the irritating fatigue, exhausting energy and then closing my eyes.

It's fine in normal times. Right now, the game with Longtao is at a critical point, and mistakes cannot be tolerated.

If you can't sleep, you must force yourself to rest.

Huo Lan took the mobile phone, sent a message to the housekeeper and asked for two sleeping pills, remembered what the housekeeper said before leaving, and opened Weibo to read.

Liang Xiao has probably woken up, the Weibo registered by Xingguan has two new login records, and the original empty homepage also has a Weibo report of safety.

The star crown is skilled in draining traffic. Liang Xiao's Weibo was just registered last night, and today the number of fans has turned to 500,000. Taking advantage of the hot search trend, the first Weibo has been read more than 10 million times easily, and the number of forwarding and comments is also considerable.

Some people may be born to shine. Liang Xiao has been hidden in the snow for five years. It is the first time to post on Weibo. All very decent.

Comments are distressed and concerned, and many are still thinking about the amazing scene in the promotional video, and they are asking for photos of new materials while throwing lace.

It's all fun.

Huo Lan briefly flipped over, went through the public relations measures in his mind, made sure there was nothing missing, and put down the phone.

Being accidentally hit by the housekeeper and asked about the events of the year, it affects my mind, and I can't calm down when I close my eyes.

Huo Lan raised his hand and slowly rubbed his forehead.

When he was young, he was not as good at getting along with people as he is now. He went to school in Jiangnan alone, he didn't make many friends, and he was separated from the family who took care of himself.

The only person who will meet him for lunch.

Although he swiped his card every time, the little Huo Lan at that time was also happy. When the two of them got to know each other a little, they gathered up the courage and invited people back to their residence near the school.

They are not in the same school year, Huo Lan only knows that he is in the first year of high school, and he heard the other party say in a small chat that his ideal in the future is to be in the pharmaceutical industry, and he wants to be a doctor or pharmacist.

Juvenile Huo Lan did his best to help the other party make up the class according to the performance standards required by the pharmaceutical industry.

…

Huo Lan didn't think about it anymore.

Since he has decided to pursue Liang Xiao, of course he will be single-minded, and he will no longer be confined to the past, nor will he repeat the same mistakes.

Huo Lan closed her eyes, and heard a soft knock on the door: "Put the medicine down, I'll take it myself."

The footsteps paused, and the people who entered were hesitant and silent.

Huo Lan actually knew that the housekeeper was secretly adding sleeping pills to his coffee, and he was somewhat puzzled by this behavior of stepping on the accelerator while braking, but he always endured and did not say: "white water, no coffee."

Huo Lan closed his eyes and rested for a while, then inexplicably relaxed, and the sleepiness was vaguely seeping up: "Do you have time? Help me rub my temples."

Huo Lan's problem of not being able to sleep has been there since he returned to his home.

The housekeeper deliberately went to learn a set of massage techniques. Occasionally, when he was in a good mood, he would rub it for him.

Huo Lan vaguely sensed something was wrong, and opened his eyes.

Liang Xiao squatted in front of the sofa, pressed his temples with both hands, a little shy, and was embarrassed to Mr. Huo's "you": "Actually, you don't need to be so polite."

Huo Lan: “…”

Liang Xiao is not very good at rubbing people's heads, but it is difficult to be kind, so he rubbed clockwise and counterclockwise five times, and gave him the warm water just poured.

Huo Lan couldn't figure out why he was here, didn't respond, stared at him blankly.

Liang Xiao was almost taken back to the presidential suite by him yesterday, and the whole person was still in the overly exciting aftertaste of the story. He felt uncomfortable and cleared his throat: "I can't sleep."

If I knew it earlier, I would not explain the secret of the hand to Mr. Huo.

Liang Xiao dug a hole for himself, and now bite the bullet and bury it back, took a deep breath, and mobilized the actor's professionalism: "Can't sleep. Can't figure out why, tossing and turning..."

"..." Huo Lan couldn't move his mind, and instinctively explained to him from a scientific point of view: "Because you just slept for twelve hours."

Liang Xiao: “…”

"...Yes." Liang Xiao was persuaded himself, and nodded dazedly, "That's not very sleepy."

Huo Lan didn't know what he was here for, so he tried his best to think: "What do I need to do?"

Weibo has a star crown, and there will never be a problem. The crew is still on vacation because of this accident. He has just injected additional funds, so he shouldn't be in a hurry to resume filming.

"Long Tao is looking for trouble for you?"

Huo Lan thought of the only possibility, stretched his arms, and wanted to sit up: "I'll take a look."

"No." Liang Xiao quickly pressed his arm, "There is nothing."

Huo Lan frowned.

"I'm… hungry."

Liang Xiao made up an excuse for not being able to sleep, which is really useless at the moment. He coughed while burning his ears, and took out two lunch boxes from behind.

"Brother Duan is away." Liang Xiao closed his eyes and donated his face, "No one accompanies me to eat, I can't eat."

Huo Lan: “…”

Liang Xiao: "QAQ."

…

Liang Xiao was busy running two laps, brought a small table and put it on the sofa, separated the two lunch boxes, and gave a pair of chopsticks to one person, looking at Mr. Huo in a daze.

Sooner or later, you have to ask the housekeeper for a reasonable way.

In this way, Mr. Huo will be pulled to a logical dead end, and people will be surrounded by rich experience several times...

For everything else, Mr. Huo may be really going crazy.

"I didn't buy it." Liang Xiao was not so mad that he took Huo Lan for takeout, and explained: "I just passed by the hotel kitchen..."

He still wanted to send warmth to little Huo Lan who was picking up letters in the heavy rain, but he couldn't think of anything to send, and he happened to see the kitchen starting to prepare lunch.

"I made it myself." Liang Xiao assured, "It's not bad."

Huo Lan got out of the logic infinite loop more slowly than usual today, frowned at him for a while, lowered his head hesitantly, and flicked the tip of the green lettuce.

Liang Xiao has dreamed of the plot of delivering meals since he was a child. He compares his heart to his heart and gave Huo Lan the first time: "You... try it?"

Huo Lan lowered his eyes and did not move his chopsticks.

Liang Xiao thought about which link was still missing, and hesitated: "Would you use me to test the poison first?"

Huo Lan: "...No need."

He was just trying to tell if this was another dream. He noticed that his thigh was hurting badly, his eyes loosened a little, and he drew back his hand: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Liang Xiao let out a sigh of relief. Seeing that he had to talk, he preemptively assured him, "Just this time, it won't be an example."

Huo Lan was silent for a while, moved over the lunch box, lowered his head and ate a few chopsticks.

Liang Xiao's craftsmanship is surprisingly good. He only cooks home-cooked dishes, but from the appearance to the taste, it is remarkable.

He doesn't eat these things often, but the mouth feels unexpectedly appetizing.

"I had ideals since I was a child." Liang Xiao ate a sip of salt-fried pork with his meal, and was lyrical, "I just want to be a cook when I grow up."

Huo Lan looked up at him.

"...false." Liang Xiaofei quickly told the truth, "I still want to be a scientist."

Being busy growing up as a child, Liang Xiao actually didn't have the time to think about the future. Every time he encountered a situation where he needed to answer, he would just make up a random answer.

The teacher, the doctor, and the bus conductor have randomly appointed a chef.

When I first debuted, passersby thought this contrast was interesting, and it took a while because of this little fire.

Liang Xiao didn't want to talk about his own affairs, so he said a few words casually, leading Huo Lan to relax, and looked at his face carefully: "Are you feeling unwell, what medicine do you want to take?"

Huo Lan shook his head: "It's okay."

Huo Lan looked at the pinhole left by the infusion in his hand: "How are you?"

"I-" Liang Xiao was about to answer, his mind moved slightly: "I didn't sleep well."

Huo Lan frowned.

Liang Xiao looked at his pale blue eyes, probably guessed the whole story, and skillfully put the pot on his head: "It's really hard to sleep well, not steady, one dream after another."

Liang Xiao sighed: "I said that I didn't need your hand at that time, but I took care of it."

Huo Lan looked at him, startled.

Liang Xiao glanced at him, secretly said that God bless Mr. Huo must want sleeping pills, and continued to bite the bullet: "I want to sleep and dare not sleep, I am very tired, and I am afraid that it will affect my work..."

Before he finished speaking, a little force was suddenly put on the top of his head.

Liang Xiao felt that he had already been through two battles, but he held it tight and did not leak.

Huo Lan's expression softened, covering the top of his head and rubbing it twice.

Liang Xiao's voice subconsciously softened: "...Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan lowered his eyes: "Yeah."

As soon as he relaxed, his sharp eyebrows eased, and the gentleness of a young man was vaguely revealed: "I will accompany you."

Liang Xiao looked at him and said nothing.

"Don't be afraid." Huo Lan assured softly, "I won't leave."

The housekeeper was downstairs, and was stumbled by the back kitchen, which had a worrying speed.

"Hurry up." The housekeeper checked the phone repeatedly and urged again, "We are in a hurry."

Huo Lan took the initiative to ask for sleeping pills, which means that the state is really bad.

Now send the medicine up, Huo Lan eats and goes to sleep, and he doesn't know when the next meal will be.

The housekeeper urged the hotel, turned around and apologized to Duan Ming who had just stopped him: "Mr. Duan, Mr. Huo is really inconvenient..."

Duan Ming hurriedly said politely: "We understand."

The housekeeper is really afraid of Liang Xiao's misunderstanding: "Please explain to Mr. Liang that Mr. Huo is too busy and can't leave right now."

If they talk a few words in normal times, Huo Lan may not be able to resist seeing Mr. Liang. Right now, Mr. Huo is in a susceptible period, and nothing can make sense.

The housekeeper has experienced many times, and he was so sad that his hair was gray, and he sighed.

Duan Ming actually understood, and nodded with a good temper: "Yes."

Duan Ming was having a headache in the ward. He coaxed Liang Xiao to tell Mr. Huo. He happened to be stopped by the housekeeper in the lobby and regained consciousness.

Mr. Huo is in charge of all kinds of things every day.

Duan Ming understands Liang Xiao: "Don't worry, he is fine."

The housekeeper was moved by the understanding and understanding of the other party, and sighed: "Now that I think about it, I may have misunderstood Mr. Liang at the beginning."

After all, this time, everyone felt that Mr. Huo was tyrannizing.

The housekeeper compares his heart to his heart, and even vaguely believed that the last time Liang Xiao really just put a pillow on Mr. Huo's thigh and held Duan Ming's hand: "Mr. Duan, I have wronged you."

Duan Ming shook hands with him with mixed feelings.

The back kitchen finally served the meal. The butler didn't have time to compare the work efficiency with the hotel, so he picked up the dining car and prepared the medicine that Mr. Huo wanted.

Duan Ming saw that he was working hard alone, so he helped him, took over the dining car, and walked to the elevator with the butler.

"Thank you." The housekeeper was so moved that he couldn't help but be honest with Duan Ming, "Actually... Mr. Huo has some symptoms of the susceptible period, because he is afraid of doing something wrong. Liang's business."

Duan Ming was taken aback: "That's really not urgent."

The housekeeper didn't know what he was afraid of, and sighed: "When Mr. Huo is susceptible, he will indeed be extra indifferent to the people around him, and he will just call me over if there is anything."

Duan Ming thought for a while after hearing the words, and sighed: "Liang Xiao looks at his heart, but he doesn't really trust the people around him. We can only handle personal things."

The housekeeper knows Liang Xiao's experience at the beginning, it is not difficult to understand, and nodded: "Mr. Huo is the same, the susceptible period is more obvious, and he never wants to call anyone close."

Duan Minggang erased his worries about Liang Xiao's frivolity and presumptuousness, and nodded reassuringly: "Liang Xiao is also, even if he sleeps deeply, someone will wake up immediately."

When it comes to sleeping, the housekeeper is even more melancholy: "Mr. Huo sleeps very badly."

Duan Ming was distressed: "Liang Xiao actually recognizes the bed."

The elevator stopped at the top floor with a ding, and the butler went out, pressed the elevator for him, and worked together to push the dining car out.

Duan Ming stuffed people into the presidential suite. Originally, he just wanted to be responsible to Mr. Huo. Now, to clear up the misunderstanding, he also planned to find an opportunity to bring people back to rest in peace.

"When Mr. Huo was susceptible, he would not sleep properly for a few days."

The housekeeper opened the door, both a headache and proud: "It's only when I'm here, I can take a break."

"Liang Xiao is outside, and he can't sleep well."

Duan Ming nodded, both worried and proud: "Every time you want to rest in peace, you must have at least one of us guarding by the side."

The housekeeper gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom: "Mr. Huo——"

Housekeeper: "…"

Duan Ming stuck his head out: "?"

Duan Ming: "??"

The bright daylight in the afternoon was tightly blocked by the curtains, the bedroom was dimly lit, the light from the wall lamps leaked softly, and the room was so quiet that you could hear needles falling.

Two cleaned lunch boxes were stacked and placed neatly on the desk.

Huo Lan, who never let people get close, leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, with a thin blanket on his body, his brows were tired and relaxed, and he leaned against the people around him and fell asleep.

Liang Xiao, who will wake up when touched, hugged Mr. Huo's arm and slept drowsily. Under the attraction of some mysterious force, half of his body was already stuck on Mr. Huo's shoulder superior.