My Wife is Obviously a Queen But She is Too Virtuous

　　 "Isn’t it said that it’s almost healed in the morning? Why is it getting worse again?"

　　 "Sister Yan, don't listen to Fangfang. I accidentally slammed down when I was down the stairs. It's all right now."

　　 At noon, in a superior suite of the Hilton Hotel.

　　 Lin Yao was talking on the phone with Mo Yan while covering Fangfang's mouth with the other hand.

　　 Xiaozhu Ideal broke free to speak, but was afraid of hurting Lin Yao, so he had to be obediently suppressed by his own unconscious artist.

"You!"

　　 Mo Yan knows Lin Yao's character, knowing that her injury may not be that light, and sighed:

　　 "Forget it, anyway, the third issue of "Super Challenge" will be recorded in a few days. You can rest in Jiang Rong for a few days. I contacted a recording studio for you, and you recorded "The Roof" by the way."

　　 After returning to the hotel, Lin Yao told Mo Yan and Fang Xiaole that he had agreed to sell the song to her.

　　 "By the way, what do you say about the price? I will go to the company tomorrow to talk to Mr. Chen about your new album, just in time for him to send someone to follow up on the payment and the copyright of the song."

　　 After arranging Lin Yao's schedule for the past few days, Mo Yan asked by the way.

　　 In her opinion, songs written by grassroots singers like Fang Xiaole, plus personal love, cost up to 30,000 to 40,000, and this small amount of money is just a matter of casual mention with the company.

　　 "Four hundred thousand." Lin Yao answered calmly.

　　 "What?!" Mo Yan's voice suddenly rose, and she said in disbelief, "Four hundred thousand?! You really talked to others like that?"

　　 "Yes, that's okay, it only costs 400,000." Lin Yao said naturally.

　　 "Just 400,000?" Mo Yan was a little speechless.

　　 "My aunt, why should he give him 400,000 yuan for a song written by an unknown person? Your company money fell from the sky?"

　　 "What an unknown person, I think Fang Xiaole is quite talented, no worse than those famous songwriters!"

　　 Lin Yao was upset, and very rarely spoke to people loudly: "Furthermore, four hundred thousand is not too much. I remember the last time you talked about the copyright of a song, it was also two hundred thousand."

　　 "The song last time was the work of a well-known songwriter, and it was only 200,000 yuan. No matter how good Fang Xiaole's song is, it is impossible to double the price, right?"

　　 Mo Yan felt a little strange. Lin Yao is not such a reckless person on weekdays. How could he rashly promise someone a sky-high price this time?

　　 She tried to continue to persuade Lin Yao: "And if you think about it, how could the company agree to buy a piece of a composer who doesn’t know the name for 400,000 yuan, no matter how good it sounds, at most it’s 100,000 yuan."

　　 Lin Yao was silent, and after a while, she whispered softly: "Sorry, Sister Yan, I am too capricious."

　　 "It's okay, I'll go and explain to Fang Xiaole." Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and she was still the gentle and well-behaved little fairy in her own house.

　　 "I will record the demo of the chorus as soon as possible with Fang Xiaole. After listening to the company, I feel that the song will be worth as much as possible. I will pay 400,000 yuan if there is not enough."

　　 But Lin Yao's next words are like a series of high-altitude bombings, and Mo Yan's head is dizzy.

　　 "You and Fang Xiaole sang this song together?"

　　 "No matter how much the company pays, you have to pay for the 400,000 yuan yourself?"

　　 "Lin Yao, are you crazy?!" Mo Yan couldn't help but sighed at his "gentle and well-behaved little fairy".

　　"Do you know how your fans would react if they heard you sing a love song with an unknown man on the new album? There will be a lot of people out of fans!

　　Also, why do you post money yourself? You are stupid, Fang Xiaole is the one who sells songs, and the company is the one who buys songs. You just need to sing well. What are you doing with yourself? "

　　 "Yes, sister Yan, what you said makes sense!" Lin Yao suddenly woke up.

　　 "What makes sense?" Mo Yan suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Fang Xiaole, the one who sells songs, is the one who bought the songs. The copyright of this song belongs to me and him...cough, it belongs to me. The four hundred thousand yuan should be paid out by me. This matter has nothing to do with the company, the company only I need to agree to include this song in my new album."

　　 Sure enough, Lin Yao's words almost made Mo Yan faint on the spot.

　　 "Lin Yao!"

　　 "Sister Yan, I'm serious. I really like this song. I don't want to give the copyright to other people, and I have already negotiated the price with Fang Xiaole. I don't want to be a person who doesn't believe in words."

　　 Lin Yao interrupted Mo Yan and said in a firm tone that he had never had before.

　　 Mo Yan was speechless for a while. She understood Lin Yao. Although she seemed weak, once she insisted on one thing, no one could change it.

　　 "Well, I will send the address and contact person of the recording studio to Fangfang, Lin Yao... I hope this song will not disappoint me."

　　 "Thank Sister Yan, you are the best." Lin Yao happily held the phone microphone with a sweet voice.

　　 "Oh, you! That's it, you have a good rest and don't get hurt anymore."

　　 Mo Yan is very efficient. Soon after hanging up, he sent Fangfang the address and contact information of the recording studio.

After 　　 Fangfang contacted the other party, he agreed to record the song at 1 p.m. the day after tomorrow, and Lin Yao could also practice singing there these two days.

　　 This time is also negotiated with the other party according to Lin Yao's request, because entering the recording studio is not a simple matter.

　　Before this, singers must master the songs, polish the details, and blend in the emotions, so that they can record the best results.

　　 Otherwise, it is a waste of equipment and time.

　　 Moreover, "Roof" is a chorus song for men and women. Both sides of the chorus also need to run in with each other to improve their understanding.

　　 It is less than two days from now. I want to practice and run-in to the best condition. Time is very tight.

　　 In other words, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole must practice together for more than a day.

　　 And this is exactly Lin Yao's purpose.

　　 Wow, I can be with him for two whole days this time, so happy!

　　 Lin Yao jumped up into the air, with a calm expression on her face, sending a voice to Fang Xiaole in front of Fangfang:

　　 "I contacted the recording time, it is 1 o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. If you are free these two days, we two can practice this song more, okay?"

　　 Soon, Fang Xiaole replied: "It just so happened that Li Daogang notified the preparations for the third phase of recording the next night, and nothing happened in these two days."

　　 Lin Yao pursed the corner of her mouth and immediately replied: "Then let's start now, you send me the address, and I will pick you up."

　　 Fang Xiaole sent an address location: "Okay, I really trouble you."

　　 "It's okay, let you record the song for me, it should be me thanking you."

　　 The two ended the WeChat chat, Lin Yao immediately got up from the sofa.

　　 "Let’s go, don’t let people wait for a long time."

　　 Fangfang did not move, put his hands on her chest, walked in front of Lin Yao, stared at her with a suspicious expression:

　　 "Sister Yao, are you lying to me?"

　　 Lin Yao smiled, and subconsciously stroked the hair beside her ear, "What did I lie to you?"

　　 "You said you were looking for Assistant Fang just to buy songs, and you have no other ideas."

　　 "Yes, what's the matter?"

　　 "Then you couldn't keep laughing when you chatted with him on WeChat? Sister Yao, are you in love?"