My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"No no no, really no, oops!"

Hearing Fangfang get the question so abruptly, Lin Yao even waved her hand sideways at her, her left ankle accidentally hitting the edge of the bed, tears of pain coming out of her eyes.

"Careful! Alright, alright, I won't ask anymore." Fangfang was shocked, and even helped Lin Yao to get her back down.

It was very late, so Fangfang stopped talking and concentrated on helping Lin Yao rub the medicine well and painstakingly instructed half a dozen precautions, waiting for Lin Yao to lie down on her side before she turned off the lights and walked out of the bedroom.

"Fangfang."

Lin Yao suddenly called out to her.

"What is it, Sister Yao?"

Fanny turned her head, and a weak, pitiful, pleading voice sounded in the slightly darkened bedroom.

"You must never tell Sister Smoke about my injuries, okay."

Alas, Fangfang sighed helplessly, "Okay, my sister."

"Then.... Can I go out for a walk tomorrow?" Lin Yao got an inch.

"Can't!"

The little assistant couldn't hold back any longer and slammed the door.

Fanny climbed weakly onto the couch and clasped her hands together in prayer to heaven.

"Please God make my sister Yao stop being too gentle and kind, stop always thinking of others, stop always wanting to go out for a walk, please."

........

More than twenty kilometers from the Hilton Hotel, spanning from the new economic district of Jiang Rong City to the relatively poor old neighborhood.

A cheap rental house located on the ground floor.

Fang Xiaole sat in front of his computer, combing through the discussion points of today's discussion with Wang Zheng and Zhang Zhiqin about the planning of the next few episodes.

In fact, the third, fourth and fifth issues were the three most classic ones Fang Xiaole had picked out from that fire variety show on Earth that had almost the same name as Super Challenge.

It was already perfect in terms of details, and some of the things discussed today could instead be used for issues six through ten.

After returning to the rental house, Fang Xiaole took a simple shower and sat down in front of the computer to start combing through some of the inspiration he had gotten today in order to add it to the planning of the subsequent shows.

However, he was very inefficient tonight.

After sitting in front of the computer for over two hours already, he hadn't even written out half of the sixth issue.

This was actually a process of extracting ready-made from the brain, changing at most some tiny details, and normally, two hours would have been enough to write at least one issue.

But today, Fang Xiaole was always distracted, and his thoughts simply couldn't focus.

Pah!

He abruptly turned off his computer and stood up to go out the door.

Arriving at a pharmacy in front of the neighborhood, when Fang Xiaole went in, the lady sitting behind the counter wearing a white lab coat was about to close the door.

"Don't mean we close.... May I ask where you are uncomfortable?"

The little sister was in the middle of her sentence, and after seeing Fang Xiaole's face, she immediately smiled sweetly and asked.

"Hello, I want to buy that..."

The image of Lin Yao stumbling when she jumped up to catch the pistol and landed on her feet flashed in Fang Xiaole's head.

"Buy the kind of medicine you can rub if you break your foot."

"It's a potion that's good for bruises." The little sister recommended an external rubbing salve.

"And...."

Fang Xiaole recalled the heavy crashing sound when Lin Yao turned around after landing on the ground and hit her back against the car door.

"It's just a banging, banging heavy kind of injury, what kind of medicine should I use?"

The youngest sister recommended two more medicines to invigorate blood and remove stasis, both externally and internally, and asked enthusiastically.

"Little brother, if you're hurt and can't apply the medicine yourself, I can do it for you."

"Not me, the one who got injured is a girl." Fang Xiaole waved his hand evenly, then asked.

"May I ask if there are any other effects of this internal medication for girls?"

"No, that's $88, thanks, take care."

The little sister's face lost her smile, and formulaically collected the money and sent the customers away.

Looking at Fang Xiaole's back, the little sister murmured, "Such a good-looking little brother, but he has to rub medicine on the other girls, alas, bad!"

It's 5:50 a.m., the first dawn is still dormant behind the clouds, and dawn will be here before you know it.

Creak....

In one of the high-class suites of the Hilton Hotel, one of the bedroom doors was quietly pushed open, and a figure limped out of the room and quietly walked towards the front door.

"Sister Yao, why are you up so early?"

A confused voice remembered on the couch, startling the figure, and she coughed, pretending as if nothing had happened.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Don't you have a bathroom in your bedroom?"

Fangfang rolled her eyes and sat up on the couch, looking at Lin Yao strangely.

"And why are you so dressed up for the bathroom?"

Lin Yao looked down at the carefully chosen pleated dress she was wearing and said with a hard mouth, "I, I just went to the bathroom and took a walk around the room to get away."

"Wow sister Yao, you're even wearing makeup? You're not trying to sneak out, are you?"

Fangfang jumped up at once and opened her hands.

"I knew it, luckily I purposely slept on the couch last night, if Smoke knew you were hurt and still ran out, she would have to scold me to death!"

Hearing Fangfang's words, Lin Yao was suddenly somewhat glum and bowed her head in apology to her.

"I'm sorry, Fanfan, I was selfish, thinking only of myself and not considering you to be so hard to do."

Lin Yao was tossing and turning in her bed last night because her back hurt and she couldn't sleep, but more importantly, she really didn't want to miss her "date" with him today.

After a long day of thinking, she can only come up with the old "jailbreak" method.

But what Fangfang said just now made Lin Yao feel guilty, she just remembered that the last time she sneaked out, Fangfang almost lost her job.

And this time, she was trying to see Fang Xiaole, but once again, she had pushed Fangfang into a dilemma left and right.

"I didn't mean it like that, Yao, I'm not blaming you, I'm just distressed, why are you, why are you doing this?"

Fangfang even waved her hand to show that she didn't blame Lin Yao, and after a pause, she bit her lip and eventually half-picked.

"You saw it the other day, Assistant Fang probably has a girlfriend and you haven't seen her a few times, so why did you..."

"Haha, what are you thinking." Lin Yao hid a laugh and sat on the sofa, tossing her hair so that her long hair blocked her scarlet cheeks.

"I'm looking for Fang Xiaole to buy his song."

"Buyer's assistant's song?" Fangfang looked at Lin Yao in confusion, but she looked like she was lying.

"Yeah, didn't I ask you to help my friend find a singer on Bar Street a while ago? Then my friend found it, and this singer is Fang Xiaole."

Lin Yao explained in a serious manner, "My friend happened to hear Fang Xiaole singing one of his original songs in a bar, and thought it was great and wanted to buy it."

"Oh, that's right." Fang Fang tilted her head, remembering that she seemed to have indeed heard that Fang Xiaole was once a bar singer.

So to speak, Yao's words seemed quite reasonable, then she felt something was wrong and immediately asked.

"No, if your friend has already contacted Assistant Fang, then why do you need to ask him to buy a song, Miss Yao?"

Lin Yao was stunned, oh no, it seems like she can't go back, what should we do?