My Wife is Obviously a Queen But She is Too Virtuous

　　 The recording studio is very close to the side of the parking road, less than two hundred meters.

　　 But this short distance is extremely long for Lin Yao, Fangfang next to her couldn't help but want to reach out to help her, but she was forced to go back with her eyes.

　　The little assistant was very distressed, but he also knew that her sister Yao was gentle on the surface, but stubborn inside, so she could only watch Lin Yao walk through more than two hundred steps seemingly normal.

　　 Mo Yan contacted the boss in advance, a manager opened the door for them, and several people walked into the recording studio.

　　 This recording studio is on the first floor and has a large area. It houses pianos, electronic organs, guitars, bass, drums, violin and other musical instruments, as well as microphones, monitor speakers, headphones and computers and other recording equipment.

　　 Lin Yao walked into the recording studio and sat directly on the chair closest to the door. Her feet hurt too much and she couldn't hold it anymore.

　　 Fang Xiaole didn't notice Lin Yao's abnormality. At this moment, his attention had been attracted by the various instruments in the studio.

　　 "This place is really good!"

　　 Lin Yao smiled and said: "The owner of this recording studio is a friend of Yan Jie. He was also a singer before. I heard Jie Yan said that this is the best recording studio in Jiang Rong."

　　 "Really professional."

　　 Fang Xiaole was excited like a child walking into a room full of toys. He looked left and right and touched. He couldn't put it down with every musical instrument and recording equipment.

　　 He went to sit down in front of an electronic piano, tried a few notes, and couldn't help playing the prelude to "The Roof".

　　 The melodious and pleasing sound of the piano began to reverberate in the empty practice field.

　　 Lin Yao looked at the man playing the piano obsessively. His eyebrows were handsome and determined, his fingers were slender, his figure was thin, and his face was focused and intoxicated when he played the piano.

　　 His intoxication made her look intoxicated.

　　 "Sister Yao, are you okay?"

　　 Fangfang took a handkerchief to help Lin Yao wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, and said distressedly: "Why don't you let Assistant Fang practice first, you rest for a while?"

　　 "Well, how could we both find it that night in the car just now... I have some feeling, how can I be lazy here alone?"

　　 Lin Yao supported the table next to her with one hand and slowly stood up.

　　 Fang Xiaole is immersed in the playing, and the finger is moving, and the body and mind are happy. The only drawback is that the playing of only one instrument is a little monotonous.

　　Suddenly, a bass strum sounded, gently colliding with the melody of the electric piano.

　　 The two beautiful sounds of musical instruments merge into one without any barriers, as if the stars are accompanied by the bright moon, gently and softly, floating.

　　 Fang Xiaole raised his head and saw Lin Yao sitting not far away, playing the bass.

　　 The beautiful girl in a white dress is like a fairy who can't eat fireworks. She is carrying a rock-and-roll style bass, but there is no sense of abruptness. On the contrary, she has a touch of playfulness and cuteness in the pure beauty and gentleness.

　　 Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect that a girl with Lin Yao's temperament would actually play bass.

　　 Lin Yao also showed a sweet smile at Fang Xiaole. At this moment, she was immersed in the music and forgot to be shy and timid. She and Fang Xiaole watched each other while playing.

　　 This song is very long, making the two of them work together more and more tacitly.

　　 This song is very short, because the player always hopes that the song will never end.

　　 "Ahem, why do I think I have a throat? Is it too sweet for lunch?"

　　 Fangfang looked at this scene, suddenly felt that her tongue was sweet, her chest was stuffy, and she couldn't help but wonder.

When 　　 was over, Lin Yao quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at Fang Xiaole again.

　　 "Lin Yao, you can even play bass, and you can play so well, it's amazing!"

　　 Fang Xiaole praised sincerely: "No wonder you are called a talented girl."

　　 "That is, our sister Yao is not only a talented singer, but also a national goddess. People who like her can be ranked from Jiang Rong to Antarctica."

　　 Fangfang also leaned over and said very proudly.

　　 "Fangfang!" Lin Yao gently pushed her away, and said with embarrassment to Xiao Le, "Don't listen to her nonsense."

　　 Lin Yao's face was a little red, and I always felt that being so praised in front of him was a bit like being introduced to a blind date by a matchmaker. It was shameful, so I quickly turned off the topic:

　　 "By the way, Sister Yan said that if you need to invite musicians to accompany you, you can contact the boss and see how many people are needed."

　　 Fang Xiaole thought for a while and said: "We can both play and sing. Just find two accompaniment teachers. By the way, besides bass, what else can you do?"

　　 "I know the musical instruments, piano, drums, saxophone, yangqin, flute, guitar, erhu..." Lin Yao stretched out her scallion fingers, holding her fingers as she counted.

　　 This number, from playing, plucking to percussion, pulling strings, from ethnic to Western, it is almost a whole minute.

　　 "So amazing?" Fang Xiaole was really surprised. Even in the past, there were few female singers of this kind.

　　 The key is still so beautiful!

　　 "You don't give other female singers a chance to survive." Fang Xiaole exclaimed sincerely.

　　 No wonder there are so many people on the Internet, Hei Lin Yao, Mu Xiu Yu Lin Feng will destroy it.

　　 In Fang Xiaole's amazing and admiring eyes, Lin Yao lowered her head shyly, but her heart was not sweet.

　　Who doesn't want to be praised by people you like?

　　 "Then you play the piano, my bass, and the boss will send a drummer and saxophone player over, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, do you think this is okay?"

　　 Fang Xiaole, who was thinking about how to arrange the musicians, didn't notice Lin Yao's small expression. Seeing that Lin Yao was still lowering his head when he finished speaking, he asked strangely:

　　 "Lin Yao, what's the matter with you?"

　　 "Huh?" Lin Yao raised her head and waved her hand in a panic: "No, nothing, just do as you said."

　　 immediately asked Fangfang to contact the owner of the recording studio, who replied that the drummer and saxophone would come later.

　　While waiting, Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao seized the time and sang in a chorus while playing.

　　 At this time, Fangfang's cell phone rang. It was Mo Yan's call. She walked out of the recording studio to connect.

　　 Mo Yan asked about Lin Yao's practice, and suddenly asked, "Is Lin Yao next to you?"

　　 "No, Sister Yao is practicing singing, I'm outside the recording room."

　　 Fangfang looked back at the recording studio, wondering how Sister Yao and Assistant Fang always look at each other when they like to play the piano, aren’t they afraid of making mistakes?

　　 "Fangfang, don't let Lin Yao go online these days."

　　 Mo Yan's voice was a little low, Fangfang understood something at once.

　　 "Sister Yan, is there someone on the Internet with Sister Heiyao? Is that Huang Yin doing it again?"

　　 "You don't need to worry about these things. In short, you must not let Lin Yao go online these days. She has been injured and her mood is just a little better. After recording the song, she will need to record the program for a few days. Don't be distracted at this time."

　　 Mo Yan didn't say much, he seemed to be in a hurry to deal with something, and hung up the phone after a few warnings.

　　 Fangfang stood there, was silent for a moment, turned his head and looked in the recording studio, and found that Lin Yao was still concentrating on singing, so he picked up his mobile phone and checked Lin Yao-related news on the Internet.

　　 Only less than five minutes after watching, Fangfang's face has become extremely ugly.