My Wife is Obviously a Queen But She is Too Virtuous

　　 It turns out that Lin Yao is really afraid of injections.

　　 Even though the nurse's movement of piercing the thin needle into her skin was quick and gentle enough, Lin Yao was still very nervous.

　　 The cheeks were bulging, the whole body was taut, and the forehead was also covered with cold sweat.

　　 "Relax, relax, don't be nervous."

　　Lin Yao’s performance made the nurse a little nervous, almost unable to find a blood vessel, finally got the needle and adjusted the speed of the infusion tube, the nurse sister finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Lin Yao:

　　 "Okay, you have a good rest... Come on!"

　　 The nurse pushed the cart out of the ward, gently closed the door, and trot back to the nurse station in three steps and two steps. The other nurses couldn't wait to ask:

　　 "How is it? Is it really Lin Yao?"

　　 Miss nurse flushed with excitement: "It's her! It's Lin Yao, wow, she is really beautiful, with white skin and good body, real people are more beautiful than photos!"

　　 "Ah, is that Lin Yao really?!"

　　 "I like her! Why don't you want an autograph?"

　　 "Oh, I was so nervous, I forgot to sign! I told you that Lin Yao was afraid of injections, and she was so scared that she was so cute..."

　　 Different from the excitement and excitement of the nurses station, the atmosphere in Lin Yao's ward is quiet and depressed at this moment.

　　 "Xiao Zhang, drive the car downstairs and send Assistant Fang back."

　　 Mo Yan dialed the driver's phone, and the other party Xiaole in a disguised form issued an order to chase away the passengers.

　　 "Don't bother the driver, I can go back by myself, it's not too far away."

　　 Fang Xiaole waved his hand and said to Lin Yao: "Then you have a good rest, I'm leaving."

　　 Lin Yao looked at him, stopped talking, then glanced at Mo Yan, and finally said: "Okay, you... be careful on the road."

　　 "Well, Broker Mo, goodbye."

　　 "Assistant Fang walks slowly, I really trouble you today."

　　 Mo Yan said goodbye to Fang Xiaole politely, and when he walked out of the ward, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turning around and walking to Lin Yao’s bed:

　　 "Lin Yao, are you hiding a lot of things from me?"

　　 "No, sister Yan, when did I hide something from you?"

　　 Lin Yao avoided Mo Yan's gaze and smiled reluctantly.

　　 Mo Yan stared at Lin Yao, and suddenly stepped forward and pulled the collar of her back slightly, and the bruise skin suddenly appeared.

　　 "Ah, sister Yan, you..."

　　 Lin Yao was caught off guard, trying to avoid Mo Yan's hand but it was too late.

　　 Mo Yan leaned close to Lin Yao's back, looked down from the opened collar, and saw the big shocking bruise, her hands trembled, and she finally sighed:

"I knew it......"

　　 Lin Yao lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Sister Yan."

　　 "How did you get hurt?" Mo Yan asked in a deep voice.

　　 Lin Yao did not speak.

　　 "It's related to Assistant Fang, right?" Mo Yan suddenly said, "If you don't tell me, I will ask Fangfang."

　　 Lin Yao was helpless, so she had to talk about how she was injured.

　　 "So Assistant Fang indirectly caused your injury?"

　　 Mo Yan frowned, recalling Fang Xiaole's performance just now, and then asked: "But he doesn't seem to know that your back is hurt too. Didn't you tell him?"

　　 "It's not a big deal, why bother others." Lin Yao whispered.

　　 "He caused your injury. Did you tell him that your injury was to disturb him?" Mo Yan looked at Lin Yao, frowning deeper.

　　 "People know that I have a weak foot. Didn't they also take care of me before and after? He bought me pork bone soup tonight, and..."

　　 Lin Yao raised her head to argue, but found that the more she talked about Sister Yan’s expression, the uglier her expression became, so her voice became weaker and weaker, and finally she closed her mouth.

　　 Mo Yan sat on the edge of the bed, took out a pack of ladies cigarettes from his bag, took out one, and then remembered that this was a ward, so he had to put down the cigarette.

　　 was silent for a moment, she turned her head to look at Lin Yao, her voice a little low:

　　 "Yaoyao, you have only one year of debut, and you have a lot of popularity that artists may not be able to achieve after more than ten years of struggle. Do you know why?"

　　 Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan's expression and replied timidly: "I'm just lucky."

　　 "No, it's because of your appearance, your talent, and..."

　　 Mo Yan paused, and continued: "Your personal design."

　　 "But I've never pretended to be anything in front of others!" Lin Yao couldn't help refuting.

"I know that a lot of artists' personal settings are pretended, but you are not, so you have so many fans, but regardless of whether the personal settings are true or false, they can't be broken as long as they are established. You probably don't know... .."

　　 Mo Yan took out a stack of materials from his bag and handed it to Lin Yao:

　　 "In addition to arranging resources for artists, the job of an agent also needs to do a lot of analysis, as a basis for determining the direction of the artist's development. In the gender composition of your fans, 61% of male fans, do you know what this means?"

　　 Lin Yao took the information and saw various data charts on it, which made her dazzled. One of them was a survey on the gender, age, identity, and income of fans.

　　 Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan in confusion. She really didn't know that Sister Yan had done so many things for her.

Seeing Lin Yao's expression, Mo Yan smiled and raised his hand to caress her cheek: "This means that if you are in love, then your number of fans is likely to be reduced by more than half, and your popularity will also drop sharply. "

　　 "But, I never thought about using these to make others like me. I just want them to like me singing."

　　 Lin Yao bit her lip. In fact, she has more or less thought about what Mo Yan said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but it was really broken, and it was still a bit shocked.

　　 It turns out that my so-called "high popularity" is really not because of her songs.

　　 "Silly girl, which female artist does not rely on her looks? This is not your fault, but your advantage."

　　 Mo Yan knows Lin Yao too much, knowing what she is thinking, comforting, and continuing to say seriously:

　　 "If you want to continue to let more people like you and thus like your songs, it is best not to fall in love for the time being."

　　 Lin Yao raised her head: "For now?"

　　 "Yes, for the time being, it means that you can attract countless fans without relying on your appearance and only use your works. When you become a real singer in the world, you will be free to choose your own life."

Mo Yan gently covered Lin Yao with a quilt, and said softly: "Okay, you are also tired. Rest early. I will say hello to the owner of the recording studio. I will go to record the song when you get better. Tonight I'll be with you."

　　 Mo Yan turned off the light, unfolded the folding bed next to the hospital bed and laid it down.

　　 "Sister Yan..."

"Um?"

　　 I actually don’t care about fame or anything, I just want to obey my heart, my heart is saying, I want to see him every day...

Lin Yao leaned sideways and turned towards Mo Yan. In the dim light, she saw that sister Yan, who had always been capable, was full of dust and dust on her face, with rare fatigue. The words in her heart rushed to her mouth, but she couldn't say it. NS.

　　 It turned out that after becoming an artist, her own business is no longer hers alone. Every decision she makes will affect the people around her.

　　 "Nothing, Sister Yan, you have worked hard, good night."

　　 "Fool, what have I worked so hard for, um, good night."