My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Lin Yao tilted her head, a pair of beautiful eyes dripping, and finally came up with a new saying.

"Oh, yeah, and then my friend didn't buy it because he didn't think it was a good singer for him, but I heard that song and thought it was pretty good for me to sing."

"So that's how it is."

The little assistant was finally lulled over, but she couldn't make a decision on something as big as buying a song.

"But Smoke's side..."

"It's okay, I won't make it difficult for you, I'll talk to Smoke."

Lin Yao picked up her phone and dialed Mo Yan's number.

"Hello, Yao Yao, why are you so early?"

Smoke's voice didn't sound fully awake.

"Sorry, Smoke, I forgot it's only six o'clock."

Lin Yao threw out her tongue, then coughed, trying to make her tone as serious as possible.

"I found a song that's perfect for me and I want to buy it and include it on the new album."

"Really? Who wrote the song?" Mo Yan came to her senses, she stayed in Kyoto this time to talk to the company about Lin Yao's new album.

The difference between Lin Yao and the company was the quality of the last three songs in the album.

The company wanted to release the album as soon as possible to cash in on Lin Yao's popularity, but Lin Yao didn't think the last three songs were good enough and didn't want to settle for anything less.

Now, Mo Yan is under a lot of pressure, trying to console Lin Yao, while at the same time mediating with the company's top management, and trying to get songs from everywhere.

If Lin Yao could handle these three songs on her own, that would naturally be the best result.

"It's written by a bar singer, but it's catchy and I think it's perfect for me."

Lin Yao replied in a small voice.

"A bar singer?"

As expected, Mo Yan's interest diminished by half.

She thought that Lin Yao had found those songwriters known in the industry, or had met Hong Sanshi through the show, and asked him to write a song.

It turned out to be a song written by a bar singer, and that wouldn't have much appeal.

"Sister Smoke, that song is really good, I even sang it once and I think it's better than the other songs on the album, believe me!"

Lin Yao could of course hear the disappointment in Mo Yan's tone, and even explained.

"Is it really that good?"

It was rare for Mo Yan to hear Lin Yao praise someone else's song so much, and she still trusted Lin Yao's professional abilities, so she couldn't help but renew some interest.

"Well, really, I guarantee you'll like it when you hear it too."

"Alright then, do you have that creator's contact information? I'll talk to him." Mo Yan finally agreed to talk about it.

"No, Smoke, I've already made contact with that man and we have an appointment to meet today."

Lin Yao's heart leapt up, but her tone was still very serious, as if she was talking about serious business.

"Moving pretty fast, Yao Yao, you've really gotten on board this time for the new album."

Mo Yan joked, "If you're all this capable in the future, then I should be out of a job."

"No way, I don't know what I'd do without Sister Smoke, so Sister Smoke, I'm going to meet with that singer today?"

Lin Yao slapped a note of flattery and then stated her true intentions.

"But didn't you hurt your foot?"

"Don't worry, it's almost done, and besides, isn't there a fang?"

"Alright then, keep yourself safe and remember to ask the other party if you can record a demo so that the company can refer to it."

"Got it, bye Smoke!"

Lin Yao hung up the phone, her peach blossom eyes were smiling into dangling phoenix eyes, and when she saw that Fangfang was looking at her, she immediately sat up straight.

"Finally got another new song done, great."

"Sister Yao." Fangfang suddenly spoke up, "I think you've really changed a lot lately."

"No, where have you changed?" Lin Yao asked strangely.

"You were always quiet and quiet before, but now you've become smiley and cheerful, like..."

Fangfang frowned and thought for a while before finally saying.

"A little flower that longs for the sun has finally found its sun."

Lin Yao's heart jumped, interrupting Fangfang in a row: "What? You're writing lyrics."

"Oh, maybe I'm overthinking it." Fangfang also thought she was a bit funny and was busy changing the subject, "Then when are we going to meet Assistant Fang?"

"I don't have his number, I agreed he'd call me yesterday." Lin Yao looked at the time, it was only 6:30: "Maybe it'll be late."

So Fangfang "drove" Lin Yao back to the bedroom and told her to rest for a while longer.

But Lin Yao couldn't sleep at all, so she lay on her side on the bed with wide eyes, waiting for Fang Xiaole's call.

Finally, in the midst of the anxiety and gaining and losing waiting, the phone rang with an incoming call.

........

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"Isn't it a little early to be calling someone?"

In the morning in the rental house, Fang Xiaole came back from practice, before taking a shower, took out the "Miss Corpse" note, pressed the number on it to dial out.

It's a good idea to use a little bit of the same old "I'm not going to be able to do that.

Why are you so downhearted today?

He'd gotten up at five fifty this morning for his morning walk, and on his way to the park to practice his breath and then jog along Old Street, he'd passed that old house again that night.

Somehow, inexplicably, he stopped and climbed onto the roof of that old house.

Sitting on the roof for a while, all sorts of thoughts came into my head, but it seemed like I was thinking of nothing, until the first rays of dawn came through the clouds in the sky, then I got off the roof and hurriedly ran back to the rental house.

Sitting on the bench, Fang Xiaole was still a bit confused.

Is that bottle of wine that you only secretly take out to taste when you can't hold on to it anymore going to become an inexhaustible wine cellar?

Or is it just self-inflicted?

What's more, you just have that nasty idea that you don't want to try anymore and want to use someone else's fame to pave the way for yourself?

In the end, Fang Xiaole decided to call Lin Yao as promised.

No matter what, let's meet and talk first today.

The phone was dialed and a gentle, clear singing voice sounded, Fang Xiaole could tell that it was Lin Yao's voice.

This was her song, right?

It's pretty good. I'd better find some of her songs to listen to when I have time, so as not to reveal them during the next commercial blowup.

The pleasant singing sounded for a long time, but the phone was never answered.

It is probably really too early to be abrupt. Fang Xiaole was about to hang up, and the opposite side suddenly connected.

"Hello?" For some reason, there seemed to be a slight tremor in the warm soft voice.

"Sister Yao, why are your feet again..." There was also a chattering voice that should have been that female assistant of hers.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Lin Yao?" Fang Xiaole asked politely.

"I'm Lin Yao, are you, are you Fang Xiaole?"

Before Fang Xiaole had even opened his mouth, Lin Yao had already said his name.

Why did it feel as if she couldn't wait?

Fang Xiaole scratched his cheeks, he must have been overthinking, they had been in contact several times, it was normal for the other to hear his voice at once.

"It's me, yesterday you said you had something to talk to me about, may I ask what it is?"