My Wife is Obviously a Queen But She is Too Virtuous

　　 "Wife cake? Good, I'll buy it for you later."

　　 Fang Xiaole didn't know where there would be a wife selling cakes at so late, anyway, coax her to cooperate with her to cure her illness.

　　 Lin Yao finally let go of her hand holding the table, and she sat back in the wheelchair, embarrassedly said to Xiao Le, "I'm sorry, let's go."

　　 Fang Xiaole smiled, pushing the wheelchair out of the clinic.

　　 After the two went out, the serious-faced female doctor suddenly opened the drawer, took out the phone and sent a WeChat message:

　　 "My husband, I suddenly want to eat wife cake."

　　 After Lin Yao went to take the photo, Fangfang waited to get the result, while Fang Xiaole pushed her to the inpatient department on the fourth floor.

　　 The current hospitals are all computer network offices. The doctor has already sent Lin Yao's hospitalization information and infusion medicine to the nurse station in advance.

　　 For convenience and to avoid being recognized, Lin Yao lived in a single room. Fang Xiaole pushed her into the ward. When she saw the bed, she remembered something, and she was a bit embarrassed.

　　 The doctor specially told Lin Yao not to let Lin Yao's feet touch the ground for the past two days, so how can she lie down on the hospital bed now?

　　 use hugs?

　　 This is too embarrassing, the relationship between the two is not so close yet.

　　 Lin Yao obviously also knows what Fang Xiaole is thinking, her cheeks are slightly red, her hands are supporting the armrest of the wheelchair, and she is about to stand up on one foot.

　　 "Hey, don't move."

　　 Fang Xiaole hurriedly stopped her, coughed twice, and asked seriously:

　　 "Well, the doctor said you can't go to the ground, and Fangfang isn't there. I, can I put you in bed?"

　　His face turned red as he finished speaking, why did the three words "hugging to bed" sound so awkward?

　　 Fang Xiaole was afraid of Lin Yao's misunderstanding, and quickly added: "I promise soon, I will let you go when I get to bed. I will definitely not do anything like that."

"good."

　　 Before finishing speaking, a mosquito-like voice sounded, Lin Yao lowered her head, her whole body tense tight.

　　 "Then I am coming."

　　 Fang Xiaole can’t wait to give herself a mouth after she finishes talking.

"Um."

　　 is still a soft and small answer, it seems that there is no dissatisfaction.

　　 Fang Xiaole took a deep breath, eliminated distractions, squatted down, supported Lin Yao's back with his left hand, passed her right hand through the bend of her leg, and strongly hugged her up.

very light.

　　 Lin Yao's figure is so good, I thought it would be a bit heavy.

　　 I didn't expect it to be so light.

　　 Fang Xiaole didn't know what she was thinking about, let alone noticed a trace of pain flashed across Lin Yao's face when his hand was supporting Lin Yao's back.

　　 It was the first time that Lin Yao was hugged by such a princess of the opposite sex. She was so nervous that she would fall, so she subconsciously stretched out her arms around Fang Xiaole's neck.

　　 Fang Xiaole was taken aback, the nephrite fragrant in his arms, a pair of soft arms still around his neck, a burst of fragrance penetrated into his nose, causing an inexplicable panic in his heart.

　　 couldn't help but lower his head and stare, just in time to meet two gentle eyes from the bottom up.

　　 The ward was quiet for a while.

　　 "What are you doing? Let go of her?!"

　　 A woman wearing a suit and trousers, and a woman with capable short hair walked into the ward, seeing this scene, suddenly shouted.

　　 "Sister Yan? Aren't you in Kyoto?"

　　 Lin Yao turned her head to see the incoming person, subconsciously shouted, and at the same time let go of her arm around Fang Xiaole's neck like an electric shock.

　　 "Mr. Mo, don't get me wrong, Lin Yao can't walk on her feet. I want to help her lie down on the hospital bed."

　　 Fang Xiaole met Mo Yan several times, knew that she was Lin Yao's agent, and somehow she felt frustrated, so he quickly explained, and quickly put Lin Yao on the hospital bed.

　　 "Yes, sister Yan, my feet are not convenient, Fang Xiaole just kindly helped me."

　　 Lin Yao also helped explain.

　　 Mo Yan looked at them and said coldly: "Then why don't you call the nurse?"

　　 Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao looked at each other, and were speechless for a while.

　　 Yeah, why didn’t we expect to call a nurse to help?

　　 "Oh!" Lin Yao was so ashamed that she almost hid in the quilt. She didn't notice that her back touched the hospital bed for a while and couldn't help but let out a painful cry.

"What's wrong?"

　　 Mo Yan walked over quickly and stood in front of the hospital bed, like an old hen guarding the food blocking the weasel coveting her own chicken, and kept Fang Xiaole away.

　　 "It's okay, just a little tired."

　　 Lin Yao didn't dare to say that she still had injuries on her back, lying on her side in the hospital bed, holding Mo Yan's hand.

　　 "Sister Yan, this is Fang Xiaole from the Super Challenge program group. He really just wants to help. Don't get me wrong."

　　 "It turned out to be Assistant Fang. We met at the recording site. Hello, let’s get to know you officially. I’m Lin Yao’s agent and my name is Mo Yan."

　　 Mo Yan gently stroked the messy bangs in front of Lin Yao's forehead, then turned to Xiao Le and stretched out his hand.

　　 Mo Yan was supposed to deal with Lin Yao's new album in Kyoto, but yesterday he was uneasy after learning that Lin Yao was injured. After talking with the company this afternoon, he rushed to Jiangrong City by plane.

　　 Just after getting off the plane and contacting Fangfang, she learned that Lin Yao's illness was so serious that she was going to be hospitalized. She was taken aback. After Fangfang sent the hospital and bed number, she hurried over.

　　 Unexpectedly, I saw this "unsightly" scene as soon as I stepped into the ward.

　　 At this moment, her eyes staring at Fang Xiaole were full of vigilance.

　　 "Hello, Broker Mo." Fang Xiaole also reached out and shook her.

　　 "I'm sorry just now, I misunderstood you, thank you for coming to help, and please thank Director Li for me. The program team is interested."

　　 Mo Yan smiled and apologized, but he seemed extremely alienated in his words, and attributed Fang Xiaole's act of accompany Lin Yao to see a doctor as an arrangement of the program group.

　　 This is an official business, which is completely different from the nature of private companionship.

　　 Mo Yan’s words clearly mean that they don’t want other men to have more contact with their own artists than their work relationship.

　　 "Sister Yan!" Lin Yao couldn't help but shouted.

　　 "Yaoyao, aren't you tired? Rest first, don't worry, Sister Yan will be with you tonight."

　　 Mo Yan turned his head and showed a gentle smile at Lin Yao, then turned his head and Xiao Le turned into a formulaic smiling face:

　　 "It's too late, Assistant Fang waits a moment, I will call the driver and ask him to take you back."

　　 Fang Xiaole was about to speak when a nurse came in with a cart containing an infusion bottle and medicine.

　　 "Bed 68, Lin Yao."

　　 "Yes." Lin Yao replied, but her voice was shaking a little.

　　 "You have two sets of liquids, one for anti-inflammatory~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and one for cooling."

　　 The nurse hung the infusion bottle on the infusion stand next to the hospital bed, while connecting the needle tube to the infusion bottle.

　　 "Can you...not infusion?"

　　 When the nurse held the needle end and bent over to give Lin Yao a needle, she hid both hands in the quilt and didn't want to take it out.

　　 "The doctor said that your tonsils are very inflamed and must be transfused."

　　 The nurse warmly persuaded that Lin Yao was still unwilling to stretch out her hand, her eyes were full of fear when she looked at the needle.

　　 "I'm sorry, she is not afraid of pain, but something happened when she was a child, so she has a psychological shadow of injections and transfusions."

　　Mo Yan explained to the nurse. The nurse nodded to express understanding: "It's okay, but you'd better persuade her. If it's too serious, it will affect her throat."

　　 "Okay, OK, please wait a moment."

　　 Mo Yan turned his head and persuaded Lin Yao, "You have heard it too, it will affect your throat if you drag it down."

　　 Lin Yao hesitated, but after looking at the needle, she shrank into the quilt again.

　　 "Lin Yao, if you have an infusion, we will continue to record the song tomorrow, and then..."

　　 Fang Xiaole suddenly said: "I'll buy you wife cake again."

　　 Mo suddenly turned her head to look at Fang Xiaole, if there weren't any nurses there, she would just pass by.

　　 What right do you have to decide when my artist records the song?

　　 Still buying wife cake?

it's so funny!

　　 Yaoyao in my family doesn't like to eat those BingBingBa things.

　　 "Then we're done."

　　 Lin Yao blinked her eyes when she heard Fang Xiaole's words, and finally slowly stretched her hand out of the quilt.

　　 Mo Yan: "?"