My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Wife cakes? Good, good, I'll go buy them for you later."

Fang Xiaole didn't know where there would be any wife-cakes for sale at this late hour, but first, let's coax her to behave and cooperate with the cure.

Lin Yao finally released her grip on the table and sat back in her wheelchair, apologetically saying to Fang Xiaole, "I'm sorry, let's go."

Fang Xiaole smiled and pushed the wheelchair out of the outpatient room.

After they went out, the serious-looking female doctor suddenly opened her drawer and took out her phone and sent a WeChat.

"Honey, I'm suddenly craving for wife cakes."

After Lin Yao went to take pictures, Fang Fang waited to get the results, while Fang Xiaole pushed her up to the fourth floor of the inpatient department.

The hospital was now a computer network office, and the doctor had already sent Lin Yao's hospitalization information and infusion medication to the nurses' station in advance.

In order to avoid being recognized, Lin Yao lived in a single room. Fang Xiaole pushed her into the ward, and when she saw the bed, she remembered something, which was a bit embarrassing.

The doctor had just specifically instructed not to let Lin Yao's feet land on the ground for the past two days, so how could he let her lie on the bed now?

With a hug?

This was too awkward, the two of them hadn't been this close.

Lin Yao obviously knew what Fang Xiaole was thinking, her cheeks were slightly red and she was bracing her hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, ready to stand up on one leg.

"Eh eh, don't move."

Fang Xiaole was busy stopping her, coughing twice and asking in a serious manner.

"Well, the doctor said you can't go down, and Fawn isn't here, so is it okay if I, um, take you to bed?"

Why do the words "to bed" sound so awkward?

Fang Xiaole was afraid that Lin Yao would misunderstand, and even added, "I promise to be quick and help you get on the bed and then let go, definitely not that or anything."

"Good."

Before he finished speaking, a voice like a mosquito na sounded, Lin Yao lowered her head and tensed her whole body.

"Then I'm coming."

Fang Xiaole finished hating to give himself a mouthful, how come the more he spoke, the easier it was to misunderstand?

"Hmm."

Still a soft and thin reply, there didn't seem to be any dissatisfaction.

Fang Xiaole took a deep breath, eliminated distractions, squatted down, held Lin Yao's back with his left hand, passed his right hand through the bend of her leg, and hugged her up with great force.

Very lightly.

Lin Yao's body was so good, she thought it would be a bit heavy.

I didn't expect it to be this light.

Fang Xiaole didn't know what he was thinking, much less noticed the painful look that flashed across Lin Yao's face as his hand held her back.

It was Lin Yao's first time being hugged by a princess of the opposite sex like this, and she was so nervous that she was afraid she would fall off, so she subconsciously stretched out her arms and hugged Fang Xiaole's neck.

Fang Xiaole was stunned, the soft jade in his bosom warm fragrance, a pair of soft arms still around his neck, a fragrance into the nose, let his heart rose a strange panic.

The company's newest member is the former president of the company.

The ward was quiet for a moment.

"What are you doing? Let her go?!"

A man in a suit and trousers, a woman with short, dry hair, walked into the room and snapped at the sight.

"Smoke? Aren't you in Kyoto?"

Lin Yao turned her head to see the visitor and subconsciously shouted, at the same time touching the electricity and releasing the hand that was around Fang Xiaole's neck.

"Agent Mo, don't misunderstand, Lin Yao can't walk on her feet, I want to help her lie down on the hospital bed."

Fang Xiaole had met Mo Yan a few times and knew that she was Lin Yao's agent, somehow she also felt a little guilty, she even explained and quickly put Lin Yao on the hospital bed.

"Yes, Sister Smoke, my feet are not convenient, Fang Xiaole was just kind enough to help me."

Lin Yao also helped explain.

Mo Yan looked at the two of them and said with a cold face, "Then why didn't you call a nurse?"

Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Yeah, why didn't we think we could call a nurse to help?

"Oops!" Lin Yao was so shy that she almost hid under the blanket, not paying attention to let her back touch the hospital bed and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Yan quickly came over and stood in front of the bed, like an old hen protecting her food from a weasel who covets her own chicks, not moving to isolate Fang Xiaole.

"Nothing, just a little tired."

Lin Yao didn't dare to say that her back was still injured, lying on her side on the hospital bed and holding Mo Yan's hand.

"Sister Smoke, this is Fang Xiaole from the Super Challenge Program, he really just wants to help, don't misunderstand."

"So it's Assistant Fang, we had a photo shoot at the recording site. Hello, let's formally meet, I'm Lin Yao's manager, I'm Mo Yan."

Mo Yan gently stroked the slightly messy bangs on Lin Yao's forehead and turned to Fang Xiaole to extend her hand.

Mo Yan was originally going to be in Kyoto to deal with Lin Yao's new album, but was relieved to learn of Lin Yao's injury yesterday, and took a plane to Jiang Rong City this afternoon after talking with the company.

She was so shocked that she asked Fangfang to send over the hospital and bed number, and then rushed over.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped into the hospital room, she saw this "unbearable" scene.

At this moment, she stared at Fang Xiaole's eyes were full of vigilance.

"Hello, Mo Brokers." Fang Xiaole also extended his hand to shake with her.

"I'm sorry just now, I misunderstood you, thank you for coming over to help, and please express my gratitude to Director Li on my behalf, the show has a heart."

Mo Yan smiled and apologized, but her words were distant and classified Fang Xiaole's act of accompanying Lin Yao to the doctor's appointment as the program team's arrangement.

This would be a business matter, and completely different in nature from private company.

The meaning of Mo Yan's words was clear: she didn't want other males to have more than a working relationship with her own artist.

"Smoke!" Lin Yao couldn't help but shout.

"Yao Yao, aren't you tired? Rest first, don't worry, Sister Smoke is accompanying you tonight."

Mo Yan turned back towards Lin Yao with a gentle smile, then turned to Fang Xiaole and turned into a formulaic smile.

"It's also quite late, Assistant Fang wait a moment, I'll give the driver a call and ask him to take you back."

Fang Xiaole was about to speak when a nurse came in pushing a cart with infusion bottles and medication.

"Bed 68, Lin Yao."

"Yes." Lin Yao replied, but her voice was a little shaky.

"You have two sets of fluids, one anti-inflammatory and one hypothermic."

The nurse attached the tube of the drip needle to the infusion bottle as she hung it on the infusion rack next to the bed.

"Can we.... . no infusion?"

When the nurse took this end of the syringe and bent down to prick Lin Yao, she hid both of her hands under the blanket and refused to take them out.

"The doctor said that your tonsils are very inflamed and you must have an infusion."

The nurse gently persuaded her, but Lin Yao was still reluctant to put her hands out, looking at the syringe with fear in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, she's not usually afraid of pain, but something happened to her when she was a child, so she has a mental image of needles and infusions."

Mo Yan explained to the nurse, and this nurse nodded her head to show her understanding: "It's okay, but you'd better be able to persuade her, in case it's too serious it's going to affect her voice."

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment."

Mo Yan turned to Lin Yao and advised her, "You heard it, dragging it out will affect her voice."

Lin Yao hesitated, but looked at the syringe and shrank back down towards the blanket.

"Lin Yao, if you behave yourself with the infusion, when you're better, we'll continue recording the song tomorrow, and then..."

Fang Xiaole suddenly said, "I'll buy you some more wife cakes."

Mo Yan abruptly turned her head to look at Fang Xiaole, if not for the nurses still present, she would have just disguised herself.

What right do you have to decide when my artist records a song?

You're still buying wife-beaters?

Hilarious!

My Yoyo doesn't like to eat those pancake poop things.

"Then we have a deal oh."

Hearing Fang Xiaole's words, Lin Yao blinked and finally slowly stretched her hand out from under the blanket.

Mo Yan: "?"