MTL - The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!-Chapter 61

The housekeeper stood weakly for a while and turned off the recorder.

In the Huo family for 30 years, although I couldn't watch Huo Lan grow up with my own eyes, but based on the housekeeper's understanding, Huo Lan should not be here.

…but no matter which interpretation.

If this kind of words are told to Mr. Liang, Mr. Liang will probably not be moved to tears and throw them into Mr. Huo's arms.

The housekeeper was in a complicated mood, sighed with vicissitudes of life, and deleted this recording that might make Mr. Liang bungee jump on the hot search: "...Okay."

Huo Lan frowned silently.

The housekeeper looked up, looked at Mr. Huo's slightly worried expression, and worked hard: "You... must make Mr. Liang cry."

Housekeeper: "Cry out loud."

Huo Lan was affirmed, nodded and stopped talking, and concentrated on returning his energy to the document.

The housekeeper accompanies Mr. Liang ten thousand times in his heart, helps him clean up the table with light movements, quietly hides the inhibitor, and walks out the door lightly.

Liang Xiao spent nearly two hours in a scene, and it was almost midnight when he came down.

Jin Zhenbo was conscientiously surrounded by the entire crew for a day. Seeing the scene where he could not make any mistakes, his expression finally improved a little: "It's over."

The assistant director sighed and sat down exhausted.

"It's been hard work."

The field staff sent hot coffee everywhere. Seeing that Liang Xiao's eyes were still clear and full of energy, he couldn't help sighing: "You are so energetic."

Liang Xiao smiled: "Have a good rest."

He slept well in the morning and was not sleepy at the moment, thanked him, and gave the coffee to the assistant who just came back.

The character's highlight period has not yet come, and these few games are not his.

Most of the actors who worked together to play the young princes have just graduated, and the most experienced one has only worked with the crew twice. Director Jin didn't care about this, he repeated a line over and over again if he couldn't meet the requirements.

Several young actors were scolded from the start to the end. They were beaten to the point of lack of confidence, withered on the sidelines, and were being comforted by the production director collectively.

The director of Group A showed Liang Xiao the monitor, glanced up, and shook his head: "Still young..."

"It's all like this." The producer sighed, "If you get scolded a lot, you know what to do."

The director of Group A was a little curious: "Has Liang Xiao also been scolded?"

When they cooperated for the first time, Liang Xiao was only a martial arts stand-in, and they didn't pay much attention. When we meet again, the other party already has a role that is popular before it is broadcast, and directly holds the position of this drama.

The camera sense and shooting skills can be accumulated by the experience of the substitute, but the role substitution is not enough.

Several executive directors discussed privately and wanted to know where Liang Xiao developed his acting skills.

Liang Xiao was whispering with his assistant to ask Mr. Huo's reaction to taking the note. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "Go through."

The producer couldn't help gossip: "How did you scold?"

"Too imaginary, not enough to have a sense of substitution."

Liang Xiao thought for a while: "I'm not confident, I'm not realistic, I can't make others believe that I am this person..."

The director of Group A was taken aback: "The requirements are so strict? Which crew?"

Liang Xiao smiled: "Grass stage team."

The producer was also taken aback for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, the times create heroes... Most of them haven't come across a good book. With this professionalism, it should have been popular."

The director of Group A nodded: "Fortune makes people."

Producer: "Big waves wash the sand."

…

Liang Xiao did not introduce the compulsory teaching of the dedicated liar's den in detail. The two of them felt the current situation in the circle, waved to the assistant, and quietly walked aside.

Liang Xiao looked around, confirmed that no one was paying attention, and asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Huo angry?"

The assistant thought about it carefully and shook his head: "The captain of the bodyguard said no."

At half past nine, Liang Xiao was still emotionally repeating the same line for the eleventh time, and he didn't have time to call.

The entire crew is not off at the moment, and it is not suitable for him to desert alone.

Liang Xiao looked at the time and estimated that Huo Lan had probably rested. He felt a little regretful: "Is the note for Mr. Huo?"

The assistant nodded.

Liang Xiao coughed: "Mr. Huo - are you happy?"

The assistant knew this and nodded quickly: "I'm glad, butler Huo also said—"

Butler Huo also told him to stay for two minutes, and to take the tape recorder to record something to bring back, mysteriously, and said that he wanted to surprise Mr. Liang.

Two minutes later, the butler came out after all the vicissitudes of life, he didn't take anything, and he must not tell Mr. Liang.

Assistant said it soon, he hesitated and regretted: "Housekeeper Huo won't let me say it."

Liang Xiao: “…”

Duan Mingzheng communicated with the housekeeper about what was going on. He roughly knew what was going on, and patted Liang Xiao on the shoulder: "You better not know."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Brother Duan, do you know?"

Duan Ming nodded and gave him a sympathetic look.

Liang Xiao felt uncomfortable by him: "What's wrong?"

Duan Ming: "Don't be too loud."

“…” Liang Xiao: “What?”

Duan Ming thought about his acting career and was very worried: "It hurts his throat."

Liang Xiao's voice is very suitable for reciting lines. It is clear and clean, bright and penetrating. According to Director Jin, a single sentence on TV can make the audience look up.

Duan Ming thought for a while, and took precautions: "Go back and prepare two boxes of Golden Throat Throat Treasures."

Liang Xiao was really confused, so he stopped asking more questions, and told his assistant to buy it: "Mr. Huo—"

Liang Xiao guessed that he was talking to the housekeeper, coughed lightly, and her ears turned red: "Has Mr. Huo asleep?"

Duan Ming nodded: "Mr. Huo has already washed and lay down."

Liang Xiao was not surprised, a little relieved and a little regretful, nodded: "Oh."

Duan Ming pressed the phone twice: "Did you pass a note to Mr. Huo before?"

Liang Xiao was stunned: "No."

The last time he passed a note was done when he was in Jiangnan.

I haven't had that kind of atmosphere in these years, and I haven't thought of this one. It was probably because of a whim when I filmed Xiaohou Ye, and I couldn't help but kidnap them. Huo was naive once.

Duan Ming raised his eyebrows, didn't ask any more, and sent a few messages back to the housekeeper: "The housekeeper said that Mr. Huo put the note in the book and hid it well."

Liang Xiao nodded subconsciously, his mind moved slightly, and rubbed the back of his neck twice.

Duan Ming noticed that his mood was not right: "What's wrong?"

"I was..."

Liang Xiao was vague: "Stole a note from an entire book."

Duan Ming frowned: "When you were in Jiangnan?"

Liang Xiao nodded.

Duan Ming: "You two passed it down back then?"

Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed, coughed and nodded.

Duan Ming watched him tease him twice with the same technique. He didn't know what to say, so he held it back for a while: "...What happened later?"

Liang Xiao was quiet for a while: "It's burning."

Duan Ming was stunned.

Liang Xiao didn't often recall the things he did when he was naive, but now he remembered it, twitched the corner of his mouth, and sat down: "At that time...someone taught me that writing is emotional of."

Duan Ming: "You Jiangnanye A."

"..." Liang Xiao didn't know where he learned the new words, so he coughed: "Yes."

But at that time... there was really nothing to believe.

"He told me that as long as you write it down, you will remember it."

Liang Xiao coughed and blushed a little: "I thought at the time, if this is the case, can we do the opposite..."

Duan Ming was shocked by his thinking back then: "So if you want to try it, can you forget it if you burn it?"

Liang Xiao was actually a middle school sophomore back then, but now looking back, she can hardly bear to recall: "Brother Duan, don't ask."

Duan Ming couldn't help: "Are you trying to forget him?

Liang Xiao: "No."

Duan Ming was slightly startled.

Liang Xiao rubbed her neck and smiled: "I want him to forget me."

Duan Ming really wanted to hear this, but after listening to a few words, he felt uncomfortable and whispered: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Liang Xiao rarely said it once, and wanted to confide: "I didn't want to break the past, I was very happy about what happened back then, and I didn't want to just forget it."

Liang Xiao: "But he is different."

For the first time there is a place that almost feels like home.

The young alpha who was slaughtered by him as a fat sheep can tell from a glance that his family is rich and his family education is strict and excellent.

Although there must be some sad and unknown secrets, Liang Xiao inexplicably firmly believes that with the character of the other party, he will be able to come out well.

Take the wide and open road that should have been taken, and go to a high place.

Duan Ming felt nervous: "Then... did you buy a box of matches?"

Liang Xiao didn't know what image he was in his eyes, looked at him for a long time: "I bought a lighter."

Duan Ming: "...Oh."

Liang Xiao continued: "I really didn't know what to believe at that time... I went to the doctor in a panic. If I don't believe anything, I may not even believe in myself."

Liang Xiao: "I just thought, if I burn these, maybe he will forget it."

It's going to be crazy."

Duan Ming: "You saved him, but you don't want him to accept your love."

"He saved me too, and we were even."

Liang Xiao smiled: "I didn't think about it that much, I just wanted him to be well."

Duan Ming whispered: "Don't think about it."

Liang Xiao nodded, closed his eyes, and let out a light breath.

Liang Xiao, who just got off the train... In fact, she can't think much of it anymore.

Ruined most of it.

Xiao Liangxiao was groggy and frozen hard, squatting in the cold wind and burning paper one by one.

While burning, I asked in a low voice for some star that can communicate with people through words.

It's too strict to let him forget about it.

After all these are burnt out, you must ask that person to go back and live a good life, as good as possible, don't remember him again.

…

The assistant director came over to tell me to stop work, Duan Ming got up and arranged, Liang Xiao opened his eyes and stood up together.

Liang Xiao touched the faint scar on her left arm, and lowered her sleeve to cover it.

Don't remember him.

Don't remember.