My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

There is a gap between the seat of the nanny car and the window, just enough to accommodate Lin Yao's slender arm.

Moreover, Lin Yao's arms were long and slender, his body was attached to the back of the chair, and he turned slightly to the side of the car window. When he stretched his arms back, the white palms came between Fang Xiaole's legs and almost touched his knees.

Fang Xiaole was shocked when he saw Lin Yao's hand suddenly appear in front of his leg.

At the same time, there was a wave of emotion and pity in my heart.

In the past few days when they came to Kyoto, the two had no time to spend alone together except after having a meal together on the first night.

Although they can see each other every day, they are surrounded by too many people, and they can only exchange their thoughts for each other during the occasional eye contact.

This feeling of being visible and intangible, close to the horizon, is indeed a bit tormenting.

Moreover, Lin Yao has been working so hard in the past few days and has been attacked by rumors on the Internet, and the girl's body and mind has reached an extremely exhausted level.

Fang Xiaole saw it in his eyes, pained in his heart, but didn't know how to comfort him.

At this time, his girlfriend made such a small request, how could he not agree to it?

He glanced sideways at the deputy director Li Lin who was sitting next to him.

Seeing that she was looking down at the filming plan for tomorrow, Fang Xiaole leaned forward slightly so that even if the other party turned her head, she couldn't see the other side of her body near the car door.

When Fang Xiaole leaned forward, his knee just touched Lin Yao's hand.

Lin Yao spread her five fingers, fumbled lightly, and stretched her hand forward again, fumbled to Fang Xiaole's thigh.

Huh?

Lin Yao almost screamed, her pink cheeks flushed.

Where did I touch me?

how could it be this......

Lin Yao quickly withdrew her hand in shame.

Suddenly, she felt her palm caught, wrapped in a warm and thick palm.

Although the two have not made it to the last step, they have been in close contact more than once, and it is not unusual for them to pull their hands together.

But probably the current situation was a bit irritating. The moment Lin Yao was grabbed by Fang Xiaole, only half of her body was numb, and her cheeks flushed to her neck.

Fang Xiaole held Lin Yao's white tender little hand and was not honest, rubbing her index finger in her palm, and sometimes rubbing her thumb against the back of her hand.

Originally, Lin Yao just wanted to touch her for a while and comfort her thoughts.

But he didn't expect her boyfriend to hold her hand and not let go. She was still squeezing and touching her body, causing her whole body to become a little weak.

This is not just a touch...

However, Lin Yao continued to keep her body sideways and stretched her hands back as much as possible to let Fang Xiaole play with her white tender hands more conveniently.

"Director Fang, this is today's material sent by Planning Zhang, please take a look."

At this time, Li Lin, who was sitting next to Fang Xiaole, suddenly picked up the notebook on his lap and handed it to Fang Xiaole.

Li Lin's age is about the same as Fang Xiaole's, and he is also a young man cultivated by Apple.

Although she is a girl, her work attitude is conscientious and meticulous, and she can endure more hardships than many men.

Chen Zhao deliberately transferred her to the program group, which can be regarded as a strong support.

Fang Xiaole and Li Lin cooperate very well. Li Lin is responsible for most of the detailed arrangements, so that he can focus more on the overall quality of the program.

The original arrangement for today was that Fang Xiaole led a team to follow Zhao Yue, Zhang Zhiqin led a team to follow Lin Yao, and Li Lin led a team to follow Tang Wan and Xu Zhenzhen.

However, when Zhao Yue had a temporary announcement to leave Kyoto, Fang Xiaole changed his arrangement and asked Zhang Zhiqin to take pictures of Tang Wan and Xu Zhenzhen, while Li Lin and himself took pictures of Lin Yao.

Finish the shot of Lin Yao's material as soon as possible, and then focus on taking Zhao Yue's side.

At this time, Zhang Zhiqin was over, so he sent the material to Li Lin for compilation.

With a meticulous work attitude, Li Lin immediately handed over these materials to Fang Xiaole.

However, at this timing, it is indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Ahem, okay, let me see."

Fang Xiaole quickly released Lin Yao's hand and took the laptop, looking seriously.

"Director Fang, are you okay?"

Li Lin glanced at Fang Xiaole and found that his face was very red and there was some sweat on his forehead. It shouldn't be supposed to be so cold now.

Is it a fever?

Being concerned about his superiors and colleagues, Li Lin asked.

"It's okay, it's just a bit hot in the car."

Fang Xiaole answered casually and continued to look down at the material.

At this moment, Mo Yan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, also turned his head. He was about to explain to Lin Yao about the arrangements of the day. Seeing her face was red, he asked strangely:

"Yaoyao, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?"

"Huh?" Lin Yao was flustered, raised her hand to stroke her hair, touched her hot cheek, and quickly answered:

"No, it's okay, but it's a bit hot in the car."

"Is it hot in the car?" Mo Yan was a little confused. It was late November, and the temperature in Kyoto was only about 10°C.

How could it be hot?

Li Lin behind heard almost the same answer from Lin Yao and Director Fang, and couldn't help but look around strangely and feel it carefully.

Isn't it hot?

She looked at Fang Xiaole and craned her neck to look at Lin Yao in the second row. She subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know what was wrong.

But now the photographer is still recording the material and is not talking much. Li Lin shook his head and continued to think about the details of the recording tomorrow.

But Mo Yan was not so foolish.

The nanny car arrived at Lin Yao's house, and today’s recording finally ended. After Lin Yao bowed to the program team and said goodbye, Mo Yan suddenly asked her:

"What did you do in the car just now?"

Lin Yao's cheeks were slightly red, and she shook her head quickly and said:

"Nothing."

Mo Yan stared at her.

Lin Yao couldn't bear it, she lowered her head and stopped talking.

"You two, be careful to get caught."

Mo Yan said helplessly: "Okay, go back and rest soon, you will be thin and thin if you are tired."

"Sister Yan, Fangfang, then pay attention to safety on the road."

Seeing that Sister Yan didn't say much about her, Lin Yao smiled and put out her tongue, like a child who made a mistake but was not blamed by his parents, waved at the two of them and turned upstairs.

"Let's go too... Fangfang?"

Mo Yan took two steps, and seeing Fangfang still in a daze when he turned around, he walked over and patted her on the head.

"What's the matter with you? Are you distracted these days?"

Fangfang said, touching her head, and seeing Mo Yan looking at her, she curled her lips and asked:

"Sister Yan, if you were to make a choice now, you can only choose one between Zhang Zhiqin and Sister Yao, then who would you choose?"

Mo Yan looked at Fangfang up and down and said with a smile:

"Are you okay? Inexplicably."

Fangfang also smiled: "Hey, I'm kidding, let's go, sister Yan."

The two got into the car together, and Mo Yan happened to receive a call from Zhang Zhiqin. While sister Yan did not pay attention, Fangfang also took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xiao Ye on WeChat:

"Has your boss talked about Lin Yao recently?"

Soon, Xiao Ye replied: "Sister Fangfang, what do you ask this for?"

Fangfang typed: "I'm just curious, just ask casually."

"Sorry, sister Fenfang, our company has a policy that we cannot disclose work matters to the outside world, otherwise I will be fired.

"Well, it's all right."

Fangfang put down the phone, her expression changed. In the end, she bit her lip and seemed to have made a certain decision.