My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

It is late at night.

Fang Xiaole sat on the hotel bed and couldn't sleep.

He was worried about Lin Yao.

In the afternoon, both he and Zhang Zhiqin heard what Mo Yan said, and the queen Yang Jiaxin was targeting Lin Yao.

An opponent of this level, he was afraid that Lin Yao could not handle it.

What makes him even more anxious is that at such a critical moment, he can't help at all.

"I fry the medicine and put it in a thermos cup. It will be delivered to the hotel tomorrow morning. This cup can only be kept warm for 24 hours, so remember to drink it while it is hot."

At this time, Lin Yao suddenly sent a WeChat message.

Fang Xiaole looked at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock.

He quickly sent Lin Yao a request for a video call.

The opposite was quickly connected, and a feminine girl wearing a white cotton pajamas with slightly messy hair appeared on the screen.

"Why don't you rest? You will be very tired these few days, don't sleep so late."

As soon as the video was connected, Fang Xiaole couldn't help but said with a slight accusation.

"Sorry, I want to decoct the medicine for you. If you start taking the medicine earlier, your throat will heal earlier."

Lin Yao lowered her head to apologize, as if accepting criticism for doing something wrong.

"You!"

Fang Xiaole couldn't help her, and asked softly:

"Has your company figured out a countermeasure?"

"Think about it." Lin Yao raised her head and smiled:

"As long as my song is good, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Fang Xiaole said helplessly: "So your company can't help it?"

"No, I have confidence in the song you wrote. As long as the song is good, no one can discredit it."

Lin Yao smiled and raised her left hand, and made a gesture of cheering herself:

"Don't worry, I'm your girlfriend, I'm amazing!"

Fang Xiaole sighed slightly, looked at Lin Yao's slightly reduced face, and asked distressedly:

"Tired?"

Lin Yao shook her head vigorously, her black hair fluttering, cute and charming, Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile, always feeling that no matter how troubled she was, as long as she saw this gentle and beautiful girl, she wouldn't care about anything.

"By the way, what did you say when we...in the afternoon?"

Fang Xiaole thought of something and suddenly asked.

In the studio in the afternoon, when Lin Yao leaned on his chest, he seemed to say a word, but he didn't hear it clearly.

Lin Yao's cheeks were slightly red, and she quietly looked outside the kitchen to confirm that Sister Yan was asleep. Then she looked at the phone again and adjusted her angle so that her face appeared straight in the center of the screen.

Raising his hand to stroke his hair, and coughing softly, he mustered the courage:

"I mean, when on earth can you... marry me?"

Fang Xiaole was taken aback for a moment, looking at the nervous, nervous, shy, and expectant girl on the screen, he couldn't help but blurt out:

"I want to marry you now, are you willing?"

Lin Yao covered her mouth in surprise, a mist rose in her eyes, and nodded desperately.

Then he shook his head again: "Tomorrow I may be crushed and unable to raise my head. I will no longer have the same popularity as before. Maybe I will be kicked out of the entertainment circle. At that time, many people will laugh at you and say you married a Useless wife."

"I want to marry you, not because of your fame, but because of..."

Fang Xiaole stared at the soft face on the screen, saying every word:

"you!"

The mist in Lin Yao's eyes turned into crystal drops of water and slipped from her cheeks, but her face burst into the brightest smile.

"Thank you, I am not afraid of anything with you!"

Fang Xiaole looked at her lovingly and solemnly said:

"You give me a while, and when I have enough ability, I will definitely give you a marriage proposal that is worthy of you!"

Lin Yao shook her head lightly: "No need, you can marry me anytime you want."

"Silly girl!"

Fang Xiaole smiled: "I can't let others laugh at you because of me, do you understand?"

"Well, I understand, thank you."

Lin Yao nodded, she has always obeyed Fang Xiaole in everything, not only to propose, she will listen to him whenever she gets married and when she has children in the future.

"Okay, go to sleep, you have so many things to deal with later, don't be tired."

Fang Xiaole said.

"Ok."

Lin Yao agreed, and suddenly said, "Wait."

"What's wrong?" Fang Xiaole asked.

"Well, you have always asked me to marry me, and I agreed, so..."

Lin Yao lowered her head and suddenly even the roots of her ears were red.

"I want to call you, call your husband, can I?"

Fang Xiaole suddenly felt that his whole body was numb, and a perfect woman who was as beautiful as a god, gentle and virtuous called herself "husband" with a crisp and charming voice, this feeling was simply too high!

He couldn't help it for a while and directly replied: "Okay, wife."

"Yeah."

Lin Yao whispered, and even her white neck turned red, and the spring water in her eyes almost overflowed.

"Goodnight husband."

"Come on, wife, good night."

"Hehe, um."

Lin Yao reluctantly hung up the video call and stood there for a while.

Yay!

Suddenly there was a happy cry, and the whole person jumped up.

Cough.

A cough suddenly sounded behind him, Lin Yao turned her head and saw Mo Yanzheng looking at her helplessly.

"Wife, it's time to sleep."

Mo Yan laughed suddenly, and said in imitation of Fang Xiaole's tone during the video call.

"Oh, did you hear all Yan sister?"

Lin Yao was really shy now, she squatted on the ground with her face in her hands, and then simply buried her face in her arms and started as an ostrich.

Mo Yan walked over and dragged the silly girl up and pushed her into the bedroom.

"Sleep me well!"

Lin Yao exclaimed: "My medicine hasn't been poured into the thermos yet!"

"I'm afraid of you, am I going to help you?" Mo Yan was completely helpless to her.

"No, Sister Yan, you're clumsy at housework, or I came?" Lin Yao was worried.

Mo Yan: "?"

"Then, then you must remember to tighten the lid of the thermos cup. Also, you can't pour the medicine dregs in, and you need to put a little sugar in the food bag. He doesn't like bitter things."

boom!

Lin Yao was still there, exhorting endlessly that Mo Yan had directly closed the bedroom door.

She walked into the kitchen and poured the decocted medicine into the thermos according to Lin Yao's request.

Back in the bedroom, Mo Yan went to bed and closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes, picked up the phone, and edited a message in Zhang Zhiqin's WeChat dialog box:

"When are you going to marry me?"

She stopped her finger on the send button, then deleted the message and threw away the phone angrily.

"How come I am crying and begging to marry him, huh, should he take the initiative to propose to me?"

Somehow, Mo Yan was there all alone, and finally sent a message to Zhang Zhiqin:

"Dashacha!"

After sending the message, Mo Yan calmed down and closed his eyes.

Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a tough battle.