MTL - The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!-Chapter 53

Mr. Huo's call didn't last long.

The housekeeper waited nervously at the door for five minutes. He couldn't help it. He wanted to call Mr. Liang's agent to chat, but Huo Lan had hung up the phone and went out.

The housekeeper was a little stunned: "Do you want something?"

Huo Lan did not lack anything, shook his head and closed the bedroom door.

The housekeeper watched Mr. Huo stare at the phone all day, and finally expected Mr. Liang to call, and was a little uneasy about the five minutes: "Mr. Liang... are you angry? ?"

Huo Lan frowned: "Why is Mr. Liang mad at me?"

How does the housekeeper know: "For example - what did you say to Mr. Liang..."

When they got walnuts, Mr. Huo often made some unexpected actions.

For the first time, the housekeeper didn't stop him, and Mr. Huo wrote an apology letter to Mr. Liang. The second time, the housekeeper didn't watch it, and they, Mr. Huo, directly hugged Mr. Liang from the rest of the crew.

Huo Lan didn't know what he was thinking, so he was silent and explained: "Mr. Liang and I talked about work."

The housekeeper was stunned: "Did you just talk about work?"

Huo Lan nodded.

Liang Xiao called him and said that the crew needed him to adjust his character recently, and wanted Star Crown to cooperate.

Xingguan has made preparations in advance, and has also handed over to Liang Xiao's agent.

Huo Lan could explain it clearly in a few words, but he couldn't help being selfish, and tried to explain it several times from a more complicated and detailed perspective.

It was not until Mr. Liang understood it completely that he hung up the phone.

"You didn't talk to Mr. Liang about anything else?"

The housekeeper was a little unbelievable: "For example--is Mr. Liang fit in the crew, are you fit at home, do you want Mr. Liang, you didn't sleep all night last night, Liang Didn't you sleep well last night, sir..."

The housekeeper was worried that he would not, and almost wanted to write an outline for him: "There are so many things to ask, you-"

Huo Lan frowned: "When talking about work, it should not be mixed with personal feelings."

Housekeeper: "…"

The housekeeper looked at the walnuts in the hands of Mr. Huo, a little desolate.

…true.

As soon as Mr. Huo leaves Mr. Liang, they will indeed enter the susceptible period.

Just like no one can really stop Huo Lan from loving learning when he was a teenager, no one can completely stop Mr. Huo from indulging in work during his susceptible period.

The housekeeper put down a lot of guards against the Jiangnan Ono o, secretly relieved, half happy and half worried: "Do you want to customize Mr. Liang's pseudo-pheromone?"

Huo Lan was slightly startled: "What?"

"Pseudo-pheromone." The housekeeper said, "The pheromone match between you and Mr. Liang should be 100%."

Technical measurement can only demarcate the approximate range. When they first tested, they could only confirm that the pheromone matching degree of Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang was higher than 98%, specifically higher than 98% How much, not sure yet.

As long as they are separated, the alpha will be stressed and enter the susceptible period, which will only happen after the alpha and omega with 100% matching pheromone meet and are temporarily marked for many times.

Perfect matches are extremely rare, but not impossible.

In order to deal with this problem, hospitals and research institutes have cooperated, and there are services that customize a certain pseudo-pheromone.

"Like a temporary depressant, it's a spray."

The housekeeper explained to him: "A small amount of use can effectively inhibit the susceptible state of alpha after being separated from the matching omega."

Butler: "Just sample Mr. Liang's pheromone and send it to simulate artificial reproduction."

Huo Lan didn't realize that he had entered a susceptible state again, and was reminded by him, he fell silent, and put the walnuts in his suit pocket: "Mr. Liang can't release pheromones."

The housekeeper almost forgot about this, and was stunned when he heard the words: "A little—"

"Neither." Huo Lan, "He will be uncomfortable."

The housekeeper opened his mouth and said nothing.

Huo Lan: "He said that he is very comfortable at home."

Huo Lan didn't want the housekeeper to have any more thoughts, and said in a deep voice, "When he's at home, he can only be comfortable."

Housekeeper: "…"

The housekeeper sighed, and even wanted to buy a voice recorder to record a piece of "Love Words that Mr. Huo dared not say in front of Mr. Liang in those years".

The housekeeper did his best, sent a message to the captain of the bodyguard to buy thin-skinned walnuts, and opened the office door for him: "Then... Mr. Liang said, when is the next call?"

Huo Lan didn't remember to ask this on the phone, he heard the words and frowned: "No."

The housekeeper packed the table and poured him a cup of coffee: "You ask Mr. Liang, when did he rest?"

Huo Lanmeifeng frowned: "No."

The housekeeper quickly stole a few walnuts that didn't look easy to peel: "Then you must have told Mr. Liang, remember to contact you when he is done..."

Huo Lan: “…”

Housekeeper: "…"

The housekeeper thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan raised her eyes.

The housekeeper stood in the flying snowflakes, sighed, and confirmed with him: "You were in Jiangnan, with your...friends."

The housekeeper tried his best to blur a word and continued: "When we are together, every time he wants to say something or do something to you, you are not busy learning to do it yourself. The question, is to do the question according to his study?"

Huo Lan's shoulders stretched slightly: "Yes."

The two were not completely unrelated at that time, Huo Lan was silent for a while, and explained in a low voice: "I also supervised his studies and gave him a lecture."

Housekeeper: "…"

For the first time, I contacted the bad things in the separation. When Mr. Huo talked about the past, the housekeeper still felt sorry for the little boy who was alone and betrayed by the only person he trusted. Huo Lan.

The housekeeper even sympathized with the white moonlight that was submerged by the sea of ​​questions.

"You can't do this." The housekeeper took a deep breath and tried to persuade, "You and Mr. Liang are… dating."

The word seemed to be very effective for Mr. Huo, Huo Lan clenched his fists, looked away from the document completely, and looked up at him.

The housekeeper tucked her hair worriedly.

Seeing their excellent performance of Mr. Liang at the airport, the housekeeper was very relieved.

It doesn't matter whether Mr. Huo has a leading edge, and whether he has a relationship with the leading edge.

Mr. Liang's real rival in love is work.

"When we communicate, nothing is clear."

The housekeeper explained to him in a low voice: "No...you can't socialize when you are working, you can't say things about caring for yourself, and you can't tell Mr. Liang that you miss him very much."

Huo Lan was taught since childhood that he must be focused and never half-hearted. He heard the words and frowned: "But——"

The housekeeper quickly interrupted: "If you are distracted, will there be problems with basic work?"

Huo Lan: "No."

Butler: "If Mr. Liang is distracted, he will not be able to perform well, and will he be chased and beaten by the director all over the set?"

Huo Lan instinctively didn't like his assumption, and frowned: "No."

The housekeeper was anxious: "Then you—"

Huo Lan whispered: "I can't help it."

The housekeeper was stunned.

Huo Lan clenched his fists and without explanation, took the walnut out of his suit pocket, put it back in the drawer and locked it.

In those days... he actually didn't want to take care of Xiao Liangxiao.

He actually wanted to talk and chat with Xiao Liangxiao, or even do nothing at all, just take a nap on the sofa together.

Xiao Liangxiao really couldn't stand the book, so he ran to move his furniture with great interest, and when he had to give his room a new look, he actually wanted to put down the book and go help and tell Xiao Liangxiao Placing the bookshelf at the door is likely to knock your head off.

Huo Lan closed her eyes, suppressing the guilt that Xiao Liangxiao really knocked her head: "I don't like work."

The young Huo Lan did not love learning much.

The housekeeper was stunned, opened his mouth, and couldn't say the following words.

The housekeeper was silent for a while, then asked softly, "Back then—you and your husband said that you wanted to apply for the University of Communication and become a drama actor..."

Huo Lan did not respond, put the report to be processed aside, took a copy and opened it.

"Mrs. is a playwright."

The butler's voice was hoarse, and he said in a low voice, "We thought...you miss your wife so much."

Huo Lan shook his head: "I don't really want to do it."

The housekeeper frowned: "You—"

Huo Lan didn't want to talk about this again, and put his mind back to work.

He has never tried to be an actor, and he doesn't know if he is interested in this. A teenager at that age would have many expectations and plans for the future, not all of which will come true.

The same is true for Xiao Huolan at that time. In fact, he did not fully confirm what he wanted to do, and where his real interests were. There were countless paths in front of him, all of which were fresh, waiting to try to explore.

But since he chose to return to Huo's house, he took over the responsibility that must be done and could not be shied away from.

In front of the young Huo Lan, there is no other way left.

The housekeeper had never been aware of this, and suddenly realized it, and said in a low voice, "Yes...Mr. and Mrs. don't like this."

This is the reason why Huo Lang is not allowed to be happy, not allowed to indulge himself, and has always forced himself mercilessly.

Huo Lan approved a report and glanced at the housekeeper: "Don't think about it again."

The housekeeper's heart was sour, he lowered his head and said softly: "Yes."

Huo Lan: "Mr. Liang and I will get closer and closer."

The housekeeper is not finished yet: "…"

"When we get closer." Huo Lan said, "We won't just talk about work on the phone anymore."

Huo Lan: "Mr. Liang will come to me when he is homesick."

The housekeeper was a little worried that Mr. Liang was not homesick at all, so he fell silent and tried his best to swallow back: "That's it."

Huo Lan analyzed clearly, stopped staring at the phone, and put his mind back to work.

Over the years, I have been used to this way of living, and Huo Lan doesn't think there is anything to be sad about this kind of thing.

But being with Mr. Liang is one of the things that he most follows his heart.

If he didn't restrain himself, he would probably quit work now, go to the crew to find Mr. Liang, and sleep with Mr. Liang.

He can't grasp this limit for the time being, so he may have to be a little more restrained. When the two get closer in the future, Mr. Liang's existence will become inevitable, and at that time, it will naturally not affect anything.

The housekeeper leaned against the door, looked at him worriedly for a long time, and closed the door quietly.

Liang Xiao put down the script, rubbed her eyes, and yawned again.

"Go to bed early today."

Duan Ming helped him put his luggage in a simple way, and saw that he was holding his mobile phone quite preciously: "What did Mr. Huo tell you?"

Liang Xiao was quite satisfied: "I didn't say anything."

“…” Duan Ming: “Huh?”

Liang Xiao has quickly integrated into the new crew. Today, I followed the lecture and read the script for a day, made a lot of marks, and sorted it out for easy understanding.

Liang Xiao put away the script and shared it with him excitedly: "Mr. Huo talked to me for five minutes."

Duan Ming looked at him for a long time, raised his hand and touched his forehead: "Are you already asleep?"

"..." Liang Xiao pushed his hand away: "No."

Although the content is completely lacking in nutrition, Liang Xiao is quite content to hear Huo Lan speak earnestly in a low voice.

Especially...the content is not yet nutritious.

For Huo Lan, the ability to talk nonsense to him for five minutes might be the limit.

Different people have different ways of expressing their emotions. Liang Xiao is very familiar with their Mr. Huo, and patted Duan Ming on the shoulder: "Mr. Huo cares about me very much."

His attitude was too calm and sure, Duan Ming looked at Liang Xiao in a trance and almost believed: "This way..."

Liang Xiao nodded: "Yes."

Liang Xiao also made a special recording, ready to listen to it for himself. With these five minutes of phone recording, it is estimated that it will last for a week.

Duan Ming vaguely felt that something was wrong, but Liang Xiao's momentum was so steady that he couldn't even find any flaws for a while.

Duan Ming held back for a long time: "So...are you going to sleep like this?"

Liang Xiao shook his head: "I'm going to listen to Mr. Huo's recording, sleep on Mr. Huo's candy, and hug Mr. Huo's coat."

Duan Ming: "…"

Duan Ming murmured: "Isn't it too easy to talk about Mr. Huo's love..."

The main process is completely solved by the other party's own brain supplement throughout the process.

Duan Ming couldn't find the problem with this theory for the time being. Seeing Liang Xiao holding Huo Lan's coat and not letting go, he still felt that something was wrong: "You don't want President Huo?"

Liang Xiao was very happy for two seconds, her ears suddenly turned red, she coughed and said nothing.

Duan Ming saw it at a glance: "Can't sleep at all?"

Liang Xiao's face was hot: "Brother Duan!"

"I think so."

Duan Ming found out: "Why don't you call Mr. Huo?"

Liang Xiao was worried: "There is no reason."

Duan Ming was stunned: "What's the reason?"

"I called Mr. Huo for five reasons."

Liang Xiao gave him a number: "The first is that the crew asked me to contact Xingguan to adjust the character, and the second is that I didn't understand how Xingguan wanted to adjust the character."

Liang Xiao: "The third one is that I don't understand..."

Duan Ming pressed his forehead: "The fourth is that you still don't understand, the fifth is that you don't know why... you just don't understand."

Liang Xiao: "...Yes."

He did his best.

If you don't understand, it's not a problem with your feelings, but a problem with your brain.

Duan Ming had a general understanding, rubbed his forehead a few times, and tried his best to help him come up with an idea: "I have forgotten something in the villa and need to bring it over... Can you do it?"

"Tried it." Liang Xiao was embarrassed, "The Star Crown team bought it for me at the time."

Duan Ming had a headache for a while: "You are not accustomed to the soil and water, the pheromone fluctuates, and the inhibitor you bring is not enough."

Liang Xiao: "Feiyang Pharmaceutical sent me two more boxes."

Duan Ming is numb: "You are concerned about Mr. Huo, you fell and hit the door frame."

Liang Xiao: "The medical team is helpless and urgently needs Mr. Huo to come and help me breathe."

"..." Duan Ming: "You found something you don't understand in the contract, and want to ask Mr. Huo to clear up the confusion..."

"Same."

Liang Xiao is very skilled: "Mr. Huo will explain the contract in detail for five minutes."

Duan Ming went crazy: "Why does Mr. Huo tell you about the contract?"

Liang Xiao: "Because I don't understand something."

Liang Xiao was not used to this kind of treatment when she was a child. Later, she found out that she was surrounded by such people. She felt that the problem might be her own, so she happily bowed her head to fate and accepted this setting.

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Isn't everyone like this?"

"No!" Duan Ming was mad, "Call when you are dating! How can someone explain your work to you when you are dating! If you wanted to chat with someone when you were a child, they would also press the button. Are you forcing you to listen to the lecture?!"

Liang Xiao was at a loss: "Yes."

Duan Ming: "…"

Duan Ming took a deep breath, patted his shoulder, took his clothes and staggered out.

Liang Xiao was a little worried: "Brother Duan?"

"It's all right."

Duan Ming turned off the lights coldly, and closed the door with his hand: "Sleep alone."