My Wife is Obviously a Queen But She is Too Virtuous

　　 "No, how can I be upset?"

　　 Hearing Fangfang's sudden questioning, Lin Yao glanced at Fang Xiaole in a panic, and shook her head quickly.

　　 I am not upset because I was not backed by him, I can never be that idiot!

　　 At this time, the two musicians hired by the studio owner also arrived. Both of them used to be in a small well-known band and later became home. They gradually faded out of the music world and regarded music as a hobby.

　　 But these two musicians have good skills. After practicing with Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole for an afternoon, they can basically play the melody of "The Roof".

　　 Around six o'clock in the evening, the two musicians went home for dinner and agreed to come back and practice for two hours after the meal.

　　 Lin Yao, Fang Xiaole and Fangfang ate in the studio.

In front of 　　fan, Xiao Le went out again, and bought Lin Yao a piece of pork bone and beef soup from a nearby shop specializing in bone soup.

　　 "This soup is very tonic and good for your feet recovery."

Fang Xiaole wiped the sweat from his head, put the bag with the pork bone soup on the table, unbuttoned the bag, opened the lid of the plastic box, took out the soup spoon and plastic bowl, and filled Lin Yao with a bowl. To her.

"thanks......"

　　 Lin Yao held the small bowl of soup in both hands. Although the texture of this disposable plastic bowl was poor, she felt that it was the most exquisite bowl she had ever seen in her life.

He held the small bowl to his mouth, pursed his ruddy lips, and gently blew the hot soup. The surface of the pork bone soup was blown with heat, and the smoke curled up against the jade-like Pretty face, like a fairy.

　　 In the next second, the fairy raised his white neck and held the soup bowl obliquely. He grunted and drank the soup cleanly.

　　 Putting down the bowl, seeing Fang Xiaole looking at her, he suddenly felt that the way he was eating was too rude, and said embarrassedly in a low voice: "I, I'm a little hungry."

　　 "If you're hungry, eat more." Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing, and gave her another bowl.

　　 Seeing a little soup stain on the corner of Lin Yao's mouth, he pulled a piece of paper towel and handed it over.

"thanks."

　　 Lin Yao also found her image "indecent" at the moment, blushing, and about to take the tissue, Fangfang beside her also pulled a piece of paper over:

　　 "Sister Yao, here."

　　 Lin Yao paused with her hand and turned her head to look at Fangfang. She saw this little girl with a **** expression on her face, as if she was saying, "I usually give you paper towels!"

　　 Fang Xiaole was a little embarrassed, thinking that she was a bit forgetful, because she is a female artist, so she should keep her distance.

　　 was about to withdraw his hand, but realized that his index finger was slightly touched by the soft and greasy skin, and the tissue in his hand had been taken by Lin Yao.

　　 Sister Yao actually took a man’s tissue without me?

　　 woo woo, don’t Sister Yao like me anymore?

　　 Fangfang's eyes widened, and his heart began to pantothenic.

　　Who knows that after Lin Yao took Fang Xiaole's tissue, she also took the tissue in Fang Fang's hand with the other hand, and smiled gently at her: "Thank you, Fangfang."

"Humph."

　　 Fangfang turned his head away, and he filled a bowl of pork bone soup with hunger, and drank it angrily.

　　Hey, Sister Yao really likes me the most.

　　 After the three of them had eaten, the two musicians also returned to the recording studio. The four of them practiced for another two hours. Finally, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole played and sang together the melody a few times, and the effect was not bad.

　　 To record the demo tomorrow afternoon, there is still time to run in in the morning, and Lin Yao has to go to the hospital, so the practice is over at around nine o'clock in the evening.

　　 Fang Xiaole and Fangfang "escorted" the reluctant Lin Yao to the hospital.

　　 "Sister Yao is most afraid of injections and infusions, so she doesn't want to come to the hospital."

　　 The nanny's car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Lin Yao, who had always been gentle and docile, rarely let Lai get out of the car. In the end, Fang Xiaole helped Fangfang to force her out of the car, buckled her into the wheelchair and pushed her into the hospital.

　　 Seeing Lin Yao became very nervous as soon as he entered the hospital, Fang Xiaole couldn't help being a little surprised. At this time, Fang Fang quietly said in his ear the reason for Lin Yao's nervousness.

　　 Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile, looking down at Lin Yao, who clenched his hands and looked around, wondering how he looked like a child?

　　 Fangfang went to register, Fang Xiaole squatted in front of the wheelchair, and said gently:

　　 "It's okay, it's just a foot injury. There should be no need for injections."

　　 "Oh..." Lin Yao's face turned pale, but she nodded obediently.

　　 "When did you arrive? Why did you come to the hospital now, don't you want your feet?"

　　 Twenty minutes later, in the outpatient room, the doctor looked at Lin Yao with a serious face, obviously dissatisfied with her delaying her condition.

　　 "Doctor, is it serious?"

　　 Fang Xiaole and Fangfang looked at each other, both of them were shocked, Fangfang asked quickly.

　　 "It's all swollen like this, of course it's serious! Let's take a film and see if there is anything wrong with the bones. It's best to be hospitalized tonight."

　　 "Huh? Still hospitalized?" Lin Yao was taken aback, and then asked nervously, "Doctor, don't you need an injection?"

　　 "Ankle swelling caused by ankle does not require injections." The doctor replied.

　　 Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard the doctor add: "However, you have fever and tonsil inflammation. This must be treated by infusion."

　　 "Ah? Sister Yao has a fever? Oh, it's really hot, why don't you say that Sister Yao! You shouldn't let you practice singing for so long if you knew it!"

　　 Fangfang was taken aback, then touched Lin Yao's forehead, and suddenly yelled.

　　 "It's okay, just sleep for a while." Lin Yao felt empty, lowered her head and replied in a low voice.

　　 Fang Xiaole was also stunned. Didn’t he say that he had a leg? Why did he have a fever?

　　 At this time, the doctor took the personal thermometer to Lin Yao, and UU read www.uukanshu. Com asked her to take her temperature. A few minutes later, Lin Yao's temperature was 38 degrees 5.

　　 "I really have a fever!" Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao with some worry: "Listen to the doctor. If you need to be hospitalized, just be hospitalized."

　　 "But..." Lin Yao still wanted to say something.

　　 "Go to the film first, and then go directly to the inpatient department." The doctor over there has already opened the order and entered Lin Yao's hospitalization information into the computer.

　　 "Thank you doctor, Assistant Fang, I'll pay the bill, please push Sister Yao to take the photo." Fangfang took the order and hurried away.

　　 "No, I don't want to be hospitalized, no infusion!"

　　 Fang Xiaole was about to push Lin Yao to make a film, but she grabbed the doctor's desk and refused to leave.

　　 She was sitting in a wheelchair with half of her butt, leaning forward, trying her best to grasp the edge of the desk, and the blue veins on the backs of both hands protruded.

　　 is really like a little girl who is afraid of injections.

　　 "You..." Seeing this scene, even the knowledgeable doctor was dumbfounded.

　　 Fang Xiaole was also a little at a loss. Unexpectedly, Lin Yao would be so resistant to hospitalization and infusion. He didn't dare to forcibly pull away the wheelchair, so he had to gently grasp Lin Yao's wrist, as if comforting a child:

　　 "Be good, don't be afraid, you can get better soon after infusion, otherwise singing will not sound good."

　　 "I, I don't want it." Lin Yao seemed to be really scared, and still didn't want to let go.

　　 "What do you like to eat? Or I will go out and buy it for you after you have an infusion?"

　　 Fang Xiaole is not very good at persuading others, so he tried to coax children.

　　 "I, I want to eat wife cake, can I?"

　　 Lin Yao raised her head, looked at Fang Xiaole pitifully, and asked in a low voice.