My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"No, where am I upset?"

Hearing Fang Fang's sudden question, Lin Yao glanced at Fang Xiaole in panic and shook her head incessantly.

I'm not upset because I didn't get carried by him, I definitely can't be that flirtatious!

At this time, the two musicians that the studio owner had found also arrived, both of them used to be in a little-known band, but later became families and gradually faded out of the music scene, taking music as a hobby.

After practicing with Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole for an afternoon, they were able to play the melody of the song "Rooftop".

At around six o'clock in the evening, the two musicians went home for dinner, and agreed to come back to practice for two hours after dinner.

Lin Yao, Fang Xiaole and Fangfang had their dinner in the recording studio.

Before dinner, Fang Xiaole went out again and bought Lin Yao back a pork bone and beef soup from a nearby shop that specialized in bone soup.

"This soup is very tonic, it's good for your feet to recover."

Fang Xiaole wiped the sweat from his head, put the bag carrying the pork bone soup on the table, unlocked the pocket, opened the lid of the plastic box, took out the matching soup spoon and plastic bowl, and gave Lin Yao a bowl and placed it in front of her.

"Thank you..."

Lin Yao held up the small bowl with soup in both hands, although this disposable plastic bowl was of poor texture, she felt that it was the most delicate bowl she had ever seen in her life.

Holding the small bowl to her mouth, she pursed her red lips and gently blew on the hot soup that was still a little hot, the surface of the pig bone soup was blown a burst of hot air, smoke curling against the jade-like pretty face, like a fairy.

The next second, the fairy raised her white neck, tilted the soup bowl, a gulp, wolf gulped the soup in the bowl to drink a clean drink.

Putting down the bowl and seeing Fang Xiaole looking at her, she suddenly felt that she was too rude to eat just now, and apologetically whispered, "I, I'm a bit hungry."

"If you're hungry, eat more." Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile and served her another bowl.

Seeing that Lin Yao's mouth was sticky with soup stains, she casually pulled a paper towel and handed it over.

"Thanks."

Lin Yao also noticed that her image was "indecent" at the moment and blushed, and was about to take the tissue when Fang Fang next to her also pulled a piece of paper over.

"Sister Yao, here."

Lin Yao's hand paused and looked sideways at Fangfang, only to see this little ninny with a bit of a pouty expression on her face, as if to say "I'm the one who usually hands you tissues!"

Fang Xiaole was a little embarrassed, thinking that he was indeed a little oblivious, people are female entertainers, it is reasonable to keep their distance.

He was about to withdraw his hand, but found that his index finger was slightly touched by a ball of soft skin, and the tissue in his hand had been taken over by Lin Yao.

Sister Yao actually received a man's paper towel without using mine?

Oooh, does Yoshi not like me anymore?

Fangfang stared at her and her heart was starting to turn sour.

Who knew that after Lin Yao took Fang Xiaole's tissue, her other hand also took the tissue in Fangfang's hand and smiled gently at her, "Thank you, Fangfang."

"Hmph."

Fangfang don't look away, she herself was also hungry for a bowl of pork bone soup, and drank it all in a huff, her heart not to mention how satisfied she was.

Hee, Yao really still likes me the most.

After the three of them had finished their meal, the two musicians also returned to the studio, and the four of them practiced for another two hours, and finally Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole played and sang the melody together a few times, and the result was quite good.

Tomorrow, they would record a demo in the afternoon, but there was still time to break in the morning, and Lin Yao had to go to the hospital, so they finished practicing around 9pm.

Fang Xiaole and Fangfang escorted a reluctant Lin Yao to the hospital.

"Yao Yao is afraid of needles and infusions, so she doesn't want to come to the hospital."

The nanny car stopped at the hospital entrance, and Lin Yao, who had always been gentle and docile, was rarely reluctant to get out of the car, but finally Fang Xiaole helped Fang Fangfang forcefully carry her off the car and buckled her into the wheelchair and pushed her into the hospital.

As soon as Lin Yao entered the hospital, she became very nervous, and Fang Xiaole couldn't help but feel a little strange, when Fang Fang whispered in his ear the reason for Lin Yao's nervousness.

Fang Xiaole couldn't help but laugh, looking down at Lin Yao who was clasping her hands and looking around, thinking to himself, "Why are you acting like a child?

Fang Xiaole crouched in front of her wheelchair as she went to register, gentle.

"It's fine, it's just an injured foot, you shouldn't need an injection."

"Oh..." Lin Yao's face was a little white, but she still nodded her head nicely.

"When did you break it? Why are you coming to the hospital now, don't you want your foot?"

Twenty minutes later, in the clinic, the doctor looked at Lin Yao with a serious face, clearly quite unhappy that she was delaying her condition so much.

"Doctor, may I ask if it's serious?"

Fang Xiaole and Fangfang looked at each other, both of them were shocked, and Fangfang asked evenly.

"It's all swollen like this, of course it's serious! Let's go take a picture to see if the bones are okay, but it's best to stay in the hospital tonight for observation."

"Huh? And hospitalized?" Lin Yao was stunned, then asked nervously, "Doctor, there's no need for an injection, right?"

"There is no need for an injection for swollen ankles caused by a broken foot." The doctor replied.

Lin Yao was relieved and then heard the doctor add, "However, you have symptoms of fever and tonsillitis, this must be treated with fluids."

"Huh? Does Yao have a fever? Oops, it's really kind of hot, why didn't you say so, Yao! Shouldn't have let you practice the song for so long!"

Fangfang was stunned, then she touched Lin Yao's forehead and yelled out.

"It's fine, just take a nap." Lin Yao was a bit guilty and replied in a low voice with her head down.

Fang Xiaole was also stunned, didn't he say that his foot had broken, why did he still have a fever?

The doctor then took a thermometer to Lin Yao and asked her to take her temperature, and a few minutes later, he measured Lin Yao's body temperature at 38 degrees 5.

"It's really feverish!" Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao with some worry, "Listen to the doctor, if you should be hospitalized, you should be hospitalized."

"But..." Lin Yao still wanted to say something.

"Go take a film first, then go straight to the hospitalization department." The doctor there had already made a list and entered Lin Yao's hospitalization information into the computer.

"Thank you doctor, assistant Fang, I'll pay the bill, please push Yao Yao to the photos." Fang Fang took the list and hurriedly left.

"No, I don't want to be hospitalized, I don't want an infusion!"

Fang Xiaole was about to push Lin Yao to take the film, but she grabbed the doctor's desk and refused to leave.

She sat half-assed in the wheelchair, leaning forward and trying her best to grip the edge of the desk, veins protruding from the backs of both of her hands.

And just really like a little girl who's afraid of needles.

"You're..." Seeing this scene, even the knowledgeable doctor was dumbfounded.

Fang Xiaole was also a bit overwhelmed, not expecting Lin Yao to be so resistant to hospitalization and infusions, he didn't dare to forcefully pull away the wheelchair, he only gently grabbed Lin Yao's wrist, as if comforting a child.

"Be good, don't be afraid, the transfusion will make you sick faster, or the singing won't be good."

"I, I don't want to." Lin Yao seemed to be really scared, still unwilling to let go.

"What do you like to eat? Why don't you be good and get an IV and I'll go out and get it for you?"

Fang Xiaole wasn't very good at consoling people, and racking her brain was still the same thing as coaxing children.

"I, I want to eat the wife cake, is that okay?"

Lin Yao raised her head and looked pitifully at Fang Xiaole, asking in a small voice.