My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

When Fangfang was in grief and anger, Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao had already walked into the stairwell.

The house that Lin Yao lives in has two staircases and four households, with a corridor outside and two elevators in the middle. The stairwell is next to the house where Lin Yao lives. Usually, almost no one will come here.

Therefore, this is a very good "tryback" place.

"Husband..."

Lin Yao was very active this time, dragging Fang Xiaole into the stairwell quickly, but when she really waited until they were alone, the girl was shy again.

He just raised his head and glanced at Fang Xiaole, then blushed and lowered his head, not knowing how to continue.

"Wife."

Fang Xiaole called her softly, holding Lin Yao's cheeks in both hands, she was forced to raise her head to look at the man in front of her.

Do you want that again?

Fangfang is still there, am I too casual?

What if the neighbor comes out and sees it?

Lin Yao was thinking wildly and expectantly in her heart, but Fang Xiaole did not take the next step, but carefully looked at her face and suddenly said:

"Your complexion is not very good, let's record other people's material tomorrow, you have a good rest."

Lin Yao was dumbfounded, seeing Fang Xiaole's face full of distressed expressions, her heart warmed, and her body was a little weak, and she actively moved forward and leaned against his arms.

"I'm not tired, it's okay."

Fang Xiaole held her slender waist with both hands, somewhat blamed authentically:

"I haven't said that I am not tired. There was a lot of meat on my waist when I hugged you last time. Now there is not that much meat."

"Huh?" Lin Yao exclaimed, broke free from Fang Xiaole's embrace, touched her waist nervously, and asked anxiously:

"Is my waist really thick?"

Fang Xiaole was a little startled, wondering why Lin Yao reacted so suddenly.

"Oh, I've been too greedy recently, and I really gained weight. No wonder the skirt was very tight when I attended the celebration party last time. No, I can't eat meat anymore!"

Lin Yao was very upset and kept talking there.

"You are so thin, and you say you are fat?"

Fang Xiaole stepped forward and pulled her, funny and authentic.

"Husband, didn't you just say that I have a lot of meat on my waist? You must think I am too fat, right? Oh, what should I do?"

Lin Yao became more anxious as she spoke, her eyes were getting wet.

"I don't think you are too fat, I think you are too thin!"

Fang Xiaole was speechless. Then he remembered that the most taboo girl was that others said she was fat. He originally thought that Lin Yao was so natural and beautiful, but it would be an exception.

Unexpectedly, it turns out that the more beautiful girls are more concerned about their figure.

"Really? Husband, are you comforting me?"

Lin Yao was skeptical, a pair of watery peach blossom eyes widened, with anticipation and tension on her face, as if she was afraid that Fang Xiaole would dislike her for being fat.

"You are already the successor of the future diva, so many fans like you, can you be a little confident?"

Fang Xiaole helplessly squeezed that soft face, and said with a smile.

"I just want you to like it."

Lin Yao shook her head stubbornly, still staring at Fang Xiaole, earnestly:

"Husband, don't lie to me, if you really think I am fat, I will lose weight!"

Fang Xiaole thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "How much are you weighing now?"

Lin Yao was stunned, not knowing why Fang Xiaole wanted to ask this, but she became more anxious, and answered timidly:

"Nine, ninety-eight catties."

Fang Xiaole's expression became serious: "What about your height?"

Lin Yao rarely sees Fang Xiaole's expression like this. She lowered her head, pinched the corners of her clothes with both hands, like a child criticized by the teacher, and whispered:

"One meter and seven."

"At 1.7 meters tall and weighs less than 100 catties, you are ashamed to think you are fat?"

Fang Xiaole kept a serious expression and continued in a commanding tone:

"I will stay in Kyoto for two weeks, and I want you to increase your weight to more than 105 pounds within these two weeks!"

"Huh?" Lin Yao looked up in surprise, blinked, with a cute expression on her face.

"Why? Can't do it? Then I will be angry!"

Fang Xiaole tried to maintain strictness, pretending to be angry.

"Don't be angry, I can do it."

Seeing him like this, Lin Yao panicked and quickly agreed.

"Do you know how to gain weight?"

Fang Xiaole's expression eased, and then asked again.

"Get a good rest and eat more."

Lin Yao also understood Fang Xiaole's intentions at this time. He had said so much, but was worried about her body and wanted her not to be so tired.

She raised her head to look at her boyfriend, there was mist in her beautiful eyes, and she answered softly.

"You also know that you should take a good rest? Sister Yan told me that recently you have been working a lot and your work and rest are irregular, and you don’t listen to advice. You are so busy during the day and you have to practice singing late at night. There is no way for you, so I found me."

Fang Xiaole was also afraid that Lin Yao was really frightened by the way he was just now, and said gently and honestly:

"What I care about is your body, not whether you are beautiful or whether you are a big star, anyway, I will definitely marry you in the future, even if you become a fat man, I can't help it, so what are you worried about?"

"Husband..."

Wow, Fang Xiaole will have a good time!

The temperature in the stairwell was rising sharply, and the people outside were dumbfounded and stunned.

When this guy first met Sister Yao, he was a straight guy who didn't know anything. Now he has become so glib, tusk tusk, sure enough, every straight guy is a potential stock!

Fangfang stood outside the staircase, leaning against the wall with her arms folded, and couldn't help sighing silently.

Alas, if I, Liu Fenfang, could find a boyfriend who can also speak love.

"Husband, can you lower the standard a bit, and it will grow to more than 100 kilograms, okay?"

Lin Yao was still fighting stubbornly there. She really wanted to improve her singing skills as soon as possible and recorded the song "The Passing Years".

Fang Xiaole snorted when he saw that this guy was not obedient, and looked down at her chest.

"Huh?" Lin Yao's cheeks were reddened by his scorching gaze, but she didn't step back or cover it, but shyly stood on her toes, tucked her abdomen and chest, just for her boyfriend to look more closely.

Cough.

Fang Xiaole probably didn't expect Lin Yao to be able to cater to him so much, his face flushed, coughed, and continued:

"Your one is... 34C right, the weight on one side is about 250 grams, the weight on both sides is about 500 grams, plus the weight of the clothes,

Add up to almost one catty heavier, so if you add up, your actual weight is only 97 catties and a half, you are so thin, are you embarrassed to ask for a discount?"

Lin Yao was flushed by what he said. It took him a long time before finally nodding and agreeing: "I'm sorry, husband, I must listen to you."

I'm gonna!

What the hell is this?!

Standing outside the stairwell, Fangfang was stunned, almost raising her hands to hold herself in both hands, weighing the weight.

Hey, wait, how does Fang Xiaole know the size of Sister Yao?

"Hmm..."

At this time, there was a sound that didn't sound right from the stairwell.

Fangfang's round face turned red at once, and a devilish voice suddenly sounded in her heart.

How about taking a look quietly and accumulating more experience so that you can be more calm when you and your boyfriend in the future?

Well, just take a look, it shouldn't matter.

As a result, this man with real eyes left his post and quietly cast a wicked look towards his home base.