My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Right, sorry..."

Questioned by Fang Xiaole in a slightly reproachful tone, Lin Yao couldn't help but lower her head, like a child who had made a mistake.

"Assistant Fang you've gone too far! Obviously you're the one who caused our sister Yao to get hurt, so why are you blaming her instead?"

Fangfang next to her quit, staring at Fangfang loudly.

"Yao doesn't tell you because she's afraid you'll feel guilty, why don't you know what's good for you?!"

"Fanfan!!!"

Lin Yao saw Fang Xiaole staying, a complicated look appeared on her face, guilt, distress, pain....

She had never seen such an expression on Fang Xiaole's face before, Lin Yao panicked a bit and interrupted Fangfang in a hurry.

"Fangfang, you go out first, please."

"Ugh, sister Yao you you.... Whatever!"

Seeing her own Yao softly and timidly staring at that ungrateful Fang Xiaole, but also looking like she was afraid of others suffering, the little assistant was really angry, stomped her foot, twisted her head and left.

Take a step, and then come back to help Lin Yao to sit down on a chair, grunted, and stepped out of the recording studio with a royal step.

I'm not sure what to do if my artist is too humble to be popular.

Wait online, it's urgent!

The recording studio went quiet once again.

Fang Xiaole was still crouched on the floor, looking at Lin Yao's swollen ankle.

"I'm sorry." Lin Yao saw that he wasn't moving or speaking and grew increasingly panicked, apologizing again.

"What are you talking about?" Fang Xiaole lifted his head and touched Lin Yao's downcast gaze, filled with guilt.

"Obviously, I'm sorry!"

It turned out that she had been injured that day while recording the show, and she actually insisted on finishing the show without saying a word later.

And when she met with herself this morning, and when she came to the studio to practice this afternoon, she endured the pain and didn't tell me.

Just so I wouldn't feel guilty?

But now I'm really feeling guilty!

Fang Xiaole felt a stuffy panic in his chest, and at the moment he was extremely regretful of his choice to throw the gun at Lin Yao at the time so as not to affect the show.

Deeply resentful of his selfish, hindsight-driven self!

Looking up at the face that was clear and gentle and now full of trepidation, she was as beautiful in person as she was in heart than the most beautiful flower.

"Woman's flower, swaying in the red dust."

"Woman's flower, swaying gently with the wind."

"If you've ever smelled a flower with a strong fragrance, don't ask me for whom the flower is red..."

Suddenly, in the midst of a stirring of the mind, that blocked treasure trove of memories opened a crack again, and a sad and beautiful melody and song slowly floated out.

The song's score and lyrics were also engraved in Fang Xiaole's mind.

Another song came to mind!

But at this moment Fang Xiaole wasn't in the mood for anything else, he stood up and said to Lin Yao.

"Go to the hospital, your foot injury looks serious, you can't delay."

"I don't want to go to the hospital..." Lin Yao opened her mouth to refuse, but after looking up at Fang Xiaole's expression, she then weakly pleaded.

"I'd like to practice my song first, then go to the hospital tonight, is that okay?"

Fang Xiaole wanted to stop talking and sighed, so he could only nod his head.

After all, he and she had only met a few times and were not even friends for the time being, so what qualifications did he have to force someone to do something?

But Lin Yao's injuries were caused by him, and he would definitely take responsibility and do his best to remedy them.

"Can you call your assistant back to stay with you? I'm going out for a bit." Fang Xiaole suddenly said.

"Huh?" Hearing that Fang Xiaole was leaving, Lin Yao was shocked and said, "You, don't be angry, I'm going to the hospital right now."

"How could I be angry?" Fang Xiaole cried and laughed, "It's my fault that you got hurt, if you want to be angry you should be the one to be angry, don't worry, I just went out to buy you something."

"Oh." Hearing that he wasn't angry, Lin Yao was relieved and even called Fangfang back.

When Fangfang came back with a stern face, Fang Xiaole instructed her, "I'm going out to buy something, you stay with Lin Yao and don't let her move again."

"Cut, there's still need for you to say that, you were still digging when I accompanied Yao!" Fang Fang looked at him askance.

Fang Xiaole was speechless, people weren't wrong, she was Lin Yao's assistant, didn't she know how to take care of her own artist? His own advice was purely redundant.

"You, you be careful on the road."

Fang Xiaole was stepping towards the outside when a gentle voice suddenly came from behind him, he turned his head and smiled and waved, "Well, wait for me to return." After saying that, he quickly walked out of the recording studio.

Watching Fang Xiaole's back disappear outside the door, Fang Fang recalled the scene just now.

"Be careful on the road."

"Wait for me to return."

How was this conversation so much like the scene in a TV drama when a wife walks her husband out to work in the morning?

"Fangfang, it's all your fault, Fang Xiaole must be having a hard time."

Lin Yao's voice brought Fangfang's thoughts back to her, and she was suddenly furious at the words.

"He's obviously the one who made Yao get hurt, why shouldn't he be made to feel bad? And you haven't even told him about the wound on your back yet."

"Fanfan you.... Ugh." Lin Yao pointed at Fangfang, but she didn't know how to curse at all, so she could only sigh, "It's all because I'm too delicate, I can't even endure a little bit of pain."

Then she pleaded, "Fangfang, don't say anything about him later, and don't tell him about the injury on my back, okay? He's already feeling guilty."

Fang looked at Lin Yao and was completely at a loss for this kind of personality of hers that would only think of others, so she could only nod her head in agreement.

Half an hour later, Fang Xiaole returned and was pushing a wheelchair, carrying three bulging pockets.

"I bought a wheelchair, so you can sit in it for now, so you won't aggravate your injuries and you can continue practicing your song, and we'll go to the hospital in the evening."

Fang Xiaole said, then put three large pockets on the table and opened them, which were full of food and drinks.

"Lin Yao can't go out to eat right now, I've bought some food, let's eat in the recording studio tonight."

"Thanks." Lin Yao saw that Fang Xiaole was so considerate for herself, she was sweet, but her face still pretended to be calm.

"It should be, come on, I'll carry you down." Fang Xiaole walked up to the raised platform where the drums were, turned around and squatted down, saying towards Lin Yao behind her.

"Huh?" Lin Yao was stunned, then smiled, "Yes!"

"Good what ah good." Fang Fang gently pulled Lin Yao, "Sister Yao you are a public figure, if you are secretly photographed and sent to the internet it will be a problem, I will carry you."

Fang Xiaole thought right, Lin Yao was an actress and had to keep her distance from the opposite sex, so he stepped aside.

Fang Fang carried Lin Yao off the raised platform and sat Lin Yao in the wheelchair, unintentionally glancing at Lin Yao frowning and looking disappointed, she could not help but ask strangely.

"Yao, why are you suddenly unhappy?"