My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Le, why don't we go for a drink together?"

Outside of Erie Lake Park, the crew who had just packed up the show's set and props were finally able to craft their way home, and a few fierce temps met up for a drink.

"You guys go ahead, I've quit drinking, I still have to keep working tomorrow, so you guys shouldn't drink too much."

Fang Xiaole declined the enthusiastic Zhang developed and others, walking alone along the park road towards the nearest bus stop.

His own voice was the alcohol that had ruined it, and that night on the roof was the last time he would drink for the rest of his life.

Thinking of that night on the roof, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of Fang Xiaole's mouth.

I wonder how that girl is doing, she shouldn't be thinking about suicide anymore, right?

She had such a good voice, and as long as she kept singing, she was sure to become famous.

In a sense, he was considered to have saved her that night, and she carried on with her unfulfilled dream, which would be a comfort to himself if one day she did become famous.

It was a pity that he hadn't been able to get a good look at her that night, and he probably wouldn't recognize her now if he saw her again.

Maybe that girl would forget about him soon?

The memories of that night, think of it as wine brewed in your heart, and when you lose strength, take a sip and move on.

Tick, the horn sounded behind him, and Fang Xiaole looked back, the window of an imported MPV rolled down, revealing a round, elegant face with a blessed hair.

"Little brother, haven't you eaten yet, together?"

Half an hour later, Fang Xiaole, Hong Sanshi and his agent were sitting in a slightly humble diner.

"Here's the food, Long Bridge Three Tender!"

The chubby owner personally brought up three dishes and placed them on the table.

"Come, Little Fang, this special three tender taste is very good, fiery waist flower, fiery pork liver, fiery tripe strips, crisp and smooth, melt in the mouth, with Old Liu's home-brewed sorghum wine, a mouthful of vegetables and a mouthful of wine, wow.... Eh you really don't drink?"

Hong Sanshi was a foodie at a glance, and brought Fang Xiaole to this fly restaurant with seven turns, it was actually still full at such a late hour, it was good that Hong Sanshi and the owner were acquaintances, and arranged a humble private room for them.

"Thank you, Mr. Hong, I've really quit drinking."

Fang Xiaole politely declined, taking chopsticks under Hong Sanshi's urging to take a piece of loin slices, which was indeed extremely tender and smooth, and the boss added fresh chili peppers to the stir-fry, that fresh and spicy taste completely stirred up the taste buds.

Hong Sanshi smiled and said to the boss.

"Old Liu, I've brought you another loyal customer ha, this Xiao Fang is my godbrother, next time he comes you'll have to get a discount!"

"Shi's godbrother? So what's the point, next time you come, it's free!" Old Liu waved his hand loftily, his face creased with laughter.

"Just blow it off, I don't know you yet? Next time you come free, and the next time you come, you'll be charged twice as much, right? Here, fuck it!"

"Shi, you can damage me, fuck!"

The boss took the glass of wine that Hong Sanshi handed over, clinked it with him, and they drank it all down.

"Brother Hong, three glasses." The agent next to him, who was unassuming and was on the two extremes of Hong Sanshi's personality, waited for him to put down his glass and said calmly.

"Gotta, three cups a week at most, that's gone." Hong Sanshi trailed off, putting down his wine glass and licking the remaining drops of wine from the corners of his mouth wistfully.

"Then I'll go out first, Brother Hong, you guys enjoy." Old Liu was also quite afraid of Hong Sanshi's agent, so he buggered off at the sight of him.

When old Liu went out, Hong Sanshi put away his playful smile, took a cup of tea, and looked solemnly towards Fang Xiaole.

"Little Fang, I wasn't joking earlier, if it wasn't for you today, I'd have to account for these hundred pounds, and I don't know how to thank you,

You're young, I shamelessly call you a younger brother, brother I have no other ability, that is, in the entertainment industry is still quite familiar, if you have ideas in this regard, just look for me, I can help ten must help twelve!"

On the way here, Hong Sanshi had already learned about Fang Xiaole and knew that he had been a bar singer.

And Fang Xiaole's appearance conditions were indeed quite suitable to develop into the entertainment industry, but of course, the prerequisite was to have resources and connections.

This, Hong Sanshi was able to provide.

He was really grateful to Fang Xiaole, saving his life was not just words, Hong Sanshi thought of many ways to thank him.

Sending money directly wasn't appropriate.

Sending less seemed like his life was worthless, sending more... his money was being managed by his wife!

And based on Hong Sanshi's observation, he felt that sending money directly to Fang Xiaole would most likely not be accepted.

So the best way to repay him was to use his own connections to help him.

Sometimes this resource was more precious than money.

Sending money is only temporary, but connections and feelings are a lifetime.

At the same time, Hong Sanshi also really felt quite fond of Fang Xiaole, and the old curmudgeon liked this kind of serious and serious young man.

"Teacher Hong, thank you." Fang Xiaole hurriedly clinked his teacup with Hong Sanshi.

"What's the name?" Hong Sanshi pretended to frown unhappily.

"........ Brother Hong."

"That's right, haha, today is a good day for our two brothers to bond, when floating a big white, wine!"

Hong Sanshi smoothly picked up the bottle next to him to pour himself a cup, coughing, the agent coughed twice with a grimace.

"Hey, let's just substitute tea for wine, cheers!"

The demolished Hong Sanshi laughed dryly twice, put down his glass, picked up a cup of tea and dried it, and greeted Fang Xiaole.

"Come, come, eat your vegetables!"

Fang Xiaole held back a smile and cooperated with Hung to dry a cup of tea, picking up his chopsticks for food.

But he never opened his mouth to make any request.

Although Hong Sanshi didn't have the appearance of a big star at all and sincerely wanted to repay him, but Fang Xiaole always felt a bit odd.

When jumping into the lake this afternoon to save someone, Fang Xiaole did not have any thoughts in his mind that this was a star and I would get any benefit by saving him.

It's just an instinctive reaction to save people.

If this is the basis for asking Hong Sanshi to spend his own connections and resources to help him, it's a bit of a change of taste.

In fact, like now, the best way to get along was for everyone to sit together as friends and eat and chat.

Hong Sanshi is also an old man, and saw Fang Xiaole's thoughts at a glance, thinking that there are still such old-fashioned and honest young people now.

His impression of Fang Xiaole was better, and he kept wondering what method he should use to both repay the favor and make everyone feel uncomfortable.

However, on the surface, he remained silent and kept on giving Fang Xiaole food.

In the small private room of the humble fly restaurant, the sound of laughter and conversations rang out constantly, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

At the same time, Peach Willow Street, Music Box Bar.

The bar where Fang Xiaole used to reside and sing.

Lin Yao was sitting in a corner booth, with Mo Yan and Fang Fang on the left and right, defending Lin Yao in the middle with a guarded face.

Lin Yao, on the other hand, wore a hat and mask that covered most of her face, exposing only her eyes.

Just this couldn't completely hide her charm, and within minutes of the three of them sitting down, there were several groups of accosters before and after.

"Put it on." Mo Yan took out a pair of sunglasses and handed them to Lin Yao, these peach blossom eyes were too seductive, it was better to cover them up.

"Wearing sunglasses in a bar?" Lin Yao was reluctant, which was too strange.

"Then go back now?" Mo Yan thinks she is really stupid to agree to let Lin Yao come to the bar to "take a break".

If people recognized her, she'd be in trouble again.

"Oh." Lin Yao left her mouth and reluctantly put on her sunglasses, then got up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Fangfang, what's going on with Lin Yao these past two days? Are you hiding something from me?"

When Lin Yao left, Mo Yan suddenly asked Fangfang seriously.

"No no, I, I don't know what's wrong with Yao." Fangfang was shocked, her head shaking like a rattle.

She didn't dare say that she had gone behind Mo Yan's back to help Yao to find a "tall, handsome, gentle and talented" man on Bar Street.

"I'm going back to the office in a couple of days. Lin Yao has finished recording a super challenge and a commercial here in Xiyong.

Mo Yan stared at Fangfang for half a day, finally stopped asking questions and instead ordered the next job.

"Okay." Fangfang was relieved and suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but ask.

"Sister Smoke, I heard that Yao's new album seems to be going yellow, is that true?"

She had recently heard some rumors that the company wanted to take advantage of Yao's popularity to release an album as soon as possible to make money, but Yao disliked the quality of a few songs on the album and wanted to keep polishing them, resulting in a disagreement with the company's higher-ups.

It's a good thing that you can't say a word when you're being bullied or when you're being insulted, but you can only be sad.

It was hard to imagine that such a Yao sister would actually have a conflict with the company's upper echelons, and it seemed that she really valued the new album.

"Don't pry into what you shouldn't, do your job." Mo Yan glanced at her.

"I'm sorry... "Fangfang lowered her head, not daring to speak again.

"Why isn't Lin Yao back yet?" Mo Yan stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom to find Lin Yao.

"Uh Smoke you sit down, I'll go I'll go." Fangfang quickly stood up and signaled her to just go.

Mo Yan nodded, Fangfang was secretly relieved and pretended to walk towards the bathroom, after being out of Mo Yan's sight, she turned a corner towards the bar.

Sure enough, she saw Lin Yao standing in front of the bar talking to a female bartender.

Lin Yao excused herself to go to the bathroom, but actually quietly arrived at the bar, ordered a glass of orange juice first, and took the opportunity to ask when the female bartender brought it over.

"Please, I'd like to inquire about someone, if that's all right?"

"Yes, you may say, guest."

"Do you have a resident singer at your bar, male, quite tall and handsome, can write songs, speaks a bit hoarse but nice, seems to have recently left the bar, may I ask if you have any impressions?"

The female bartender thought seriously and shook her head, "No."

"Oh.... Okay, thanks." Lin Yao left the bar disappointedly and looked around, looking like she still hadn't given up and wanted to find someone else to ask.

Fangfang hurried forward to hold her back, "Sister Yao, it's time to go, Smoke seems to have noticed a bit."

"Perceive what? I'm just doing a friend a favor to find someone, what are you afraid of?" Lin Yao was righteous and puffed out her chest, "Then let's hurry up and go."

The two of them walked towards the card table where Mo Yan was, Lin Yao's head hung down, the sunglasses and mask blocking her expression couldn't be seen, but Fangfang felt Lin Yao's loss at the moment and she couldn't help but speak up to comfort her.

"Yao, it's okay, if you're destined for that person, you'll always find it."

"Mm..." Lin Yao nodded, then denied, "It's not fated with me, it's fated with my friend, I helped my friend find someone."

"Yes yes, I said wrong Yao."

At the bar, the female bartender looked at Lin Yao's back, a cold smile appeared on her face as she picked up her phone and sent out a WeChat.

"Brother Xiaole, another woman who committed nymphomania just now came to the bar to look for you, how should you thank them for helping you out?"