My Wife is Obviously a Queen But She is Too Virtuous

　　 "Su Yu, you send the content of the third episode to the guests, let them get familiar with it first."

　　 After the meeting, Li Wan told Su Yu as he walked out.

　　 "Okay, Director Li."

　　 Su Yu agreed, and when Li Wan walked out of the office, he smiled and jumped in front of Fang Xiaole.

　　 "Dear Vice President Fang, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

　　 Everyone else is a little accustomed to it, Luo Hui put on Zhang Zhiqin's shoulders and walked out casually.

　　 Zhang Zhiqin looked back at Su Yu, wanted to speak, but Luo Hui was forcibly dragged toward the door of the meeting room.

　　 "Of course I did not forget, I still miss you a thank you meal."

　　 Fang Xiaole smiled and said loudly to the colleagues in the planning team: "Are you free tonight? I invite everyone to dinner."

　　 "Vice President Fang wants to treat you? Of course I'm free!"

　　 "Vice President Fang has been promoted and hasn't invited us to dinner, how could he not be free?"

Luo Hui turned his head and looked at Fang Xiaole with a little surprise. He always thought that Fang Xiaole and Su Yu had something like that. Tonight must be a "date" between the two of them. Unexpectedly, Fang Xiaole would suddenly invite so many people to dinner. .

　　 Zhang Zhiqin's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed: "Okay, I want to go!"

　　 "Where's Brother Luo? Why don't you ask your sister-in-law for a time off? It's rare to relax. It will be hard for you in two days."

　　 Fang Xiaole sincerely invited Luo Hui.

　　 "Yeah, Xiaofang still has to give his face."

　　 Luo Hui thought of the family member who was forcing him to have a second child recently, who caused him to have a sore back every night. Today, he finally had a legitimate reason to give his brother a vacation, so he nodded steadily.

　　 "Su Yu, today is mainly to thank you, what do you want to eat?"

　　 Fang Xiaole took out his mobile phone to book a table while asking for Su Yu's advice.

　　 "Then eat hot pot." Su Yu smiled reluctantly.

　　 "Okay, I'll be at Liangpin Xiaoxian Hotpot City in the evening. I ordered it, and you will go straight to it when you finish work."

　　 Fang Xiaole quickly booked a seat online, and turned to other people.

　　 "OK, thank you Vice President Fang first!"

　　 Everyone smiled and agreed.

　　 "I still have something to do, let's go now."

　　 Su Yu said something, and walked out of the meeting room quickly.

　　 Fang Xiaole looked at her back, a little guilty in his heart, but he did not regret what he did.

　　 Although he is very slow in this regard, he also knows the truth of breaking when he is broken.

　　 Otherwise, if you keep hanging others without giving any response, wouldn't you be a scumbag?

　　 Fang Xiaole subconsciously picked up the phone, opened WeChat, and wanted to see a red dot on the portrait of the pretty little girl that indicated new information.

　　 But he was disappointed, and she did not send a message.

　　 She should be busy recording a new song now, right?

　　 "Xiao Fang, let's go."

　　 Luo Hui yelled at the door, and their planning team had to go to several location locations to coordinate the layout of the venue.

　　 "Oh, here comes!"

　　 Fang Xiaole agreed and hurriedly caught up with Luo Hui and Zhang Zhiqin.

　　 Throughout the afternoon, Fang Xiaole was rushing and busy between several location locations.

　　 After finishing work, I had a great meal with my colleagues in the hot pot city. Although it seemed to be laughing and talking, Fang Xiaole's heart was always a little uneasy.

　　 All day today, he did not receive WeChat.

　　 Around ten o'clock in the evening, Fang Xiaole returned to the rental house and went to bed after a brief wash.

　　 In the next two days, the preparation work of the program group entered the final stage, and everyone entered an overloaded work state.

　　 When Fang Xiaole dragged his tired body back to the rental house every night, he would subconsciously open WeChat, but he did not see the expected information.

　　 So, he put himself into the study of variety show director courses.

　　 Hong Sanshi had already finished more than a dozen directorship classes that he had sent over. Later, Hong Sanshi simply gave him all the courses on variety show directors in Huaying.

　　 Fang Xiaole went to work during the day and taught himself a director class in the evening, and his life was very fulfilling.

　　 It’s just that I've always felt a little stunned in my heart, I always feel that something is missing.

　　 It should be very busy to record two new songs in a few days and make an album, so don’t bother her.

　　 Fang Xiaole comforted himself like this.

　　 On the third night when the two "lost contact", Fang Xiaole finally couldn't help it. After watching a director course, he picked up his mobile phone.

　　 In order not to let myself become hesitant in thinking about things, and finally lose the courage to send a message, Fang Xiaole quickly typed a line in the WeChat dialog box, and then directly pressed the send button:

　　 "How is your injury?"

　　 After sending the message, Fang Xiaole sat on a chair, holding a mobile phone, and staring blankly at the ceiling with a few small cracks.

　　 But after a long time, Lin Yao did not come back.

　　 Fang Xiaole put down his mobile phone and continued to devote himself to the learning of the director course.

　　 It's almost ten o'clock now, she may have rested.

　　 Anyway, we can meet when we are recording the show in a few days. Then ask her about her recovery from injury.

However, even though he thought so in his heart, Fang Xiaole still failed to concentrate immediately. He was always distracted when watching the instructional videos, and his learning efficiency was very low. Of her. "

　　Suddenly, the gentle and sad singing sounded in the cramped rental house, immediately dispelling the coldness and loneliness of the night.

　　 Fang Xiaole was taken aback, and quickly picked up the phone.

　　 Sure enough, a red dot of information lit up next to the cute little girl's head.

　　 Fang Xiaole clicked on Lin Yao's WeChat, but instead of text, he saw a picture.

　　 This is a fair ankle, the redness and swelling before it has mostly subsided.

　　 Then Lin Yao sent another voice.

　　 "Look, it's almost healed, are you busy these two days?"

　　 There is a little tiredness in her voice, and a slight nasal sound.

　　 "It's very busy, how about you, how is the new song recording?"

　　 Fang Xiaole sent a voice over, thought about it, and then asked:

　　 "You seem to be tired, have you caught a cold?"

　　 It's the end of September. It's raining in Jiangrong City these days, and the temperature is fluctuating high and low. It's easy to catch a cold.

　　 Lin Yao is in the critical period of recording a new song. It will be troublesome if she catches a cold.

　　 Lin Yao didn't reply immediately this time, and sent a paragraph of text after a while.

　　 "It's okay, but I got a little rain when I came back. I'll take a shower later."

　　 Fang Xiaole frowned slightly. Lin Yao was picked up and picked up by a car when he went out. How could he get caught in the rain?

　　 But he didn't ask too much. He wasn't someone from Lin Yao, so verbosity would attract people.

　　 "Then you go take a shower, don't really catch a cold."

　　 just finished speaking, and remembered something, then continued:

　　 "Your feet are not all well, you still have to pay attention. By the way, you only sent photos of your feet. What about your back?"