My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Why did he suddenly send me a tweet?

It's like the first time he's ever initiated a message to me, right?

Wow!

Lin Yao held her phone in her hand, her eyes unblinkingly staring at the line on the screen.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and typed, "Not yet, how about you?"

It was then deleted.

Such conversations are supposed to occur between familiar lovers, right?

Wouldn't it be too much to ask myself that all of a sudden, what if he thinks I'm a casual girl?

After thinking about it, Lin Yao typed again, "Taking a break right now."

And then deleted it again.

It was too distant, as if it was implying that others shouldn't disturb her .

So it was retyped again, deleted again, retyped again, deleted again....

Finally, when Fang Xiaole reached the entrance of the Hilton Hotel, thinking that Lin Yao was really asleep, this was when he received her reply.

"Not yet, do you have something for me?"

Fang Xiaole typed, "I just happened to pass by the Hilton and brought you something by the way, is it convenient for Fang to come down and get it?"

While recording the song, Lin Yao mentioned to Fang Xiaole that she was staying at the Hilton Hotel.

A few minutes later, Fangfang, who was wearing cartoon pajamas, hurriedly ran out.

Seeing Fang Xiaole standing at the door, Fangfang somewhat helplessly walked over, "Assistant Fang, why are you running over so late?"

"I'm sorry, it's still too much trouble for you to come out here, I bought two bottles of medicine to invigorate blood and remove blood stasis, please give them to Lin Yao for me, thank you."

Fang Xiaole handed over the plastic bag containing the medicine bottles and the notes to Fangfang.

"Yao Yao already has the medicine." Fangfang said impatiently with her mouth full, still taking the bag in her hand, glancing at Fang Xiaole, "But it's still kind of you, I'll thank you on behalf of Sister Yao."

"No no, it's all my fault, it's what I should have done."

Fang Xiaole waved his hand repeatedly, then said, "I'll disturb your rest then, good night."

"Okay, bye."

Fang Fang bade farewell to Fang Xiaole and took the elevator up to the sixteenth floor, returning to the suite where Lin Yao was staying.

To make it easier to take care of Lin Yao, Mo Yan arranged for Fang Fang and Lin Yao to stay in the same high-class suite, while Mo Yan herself stayed in the standard room downstairs.

However, Mo Yan specifically instructed Fangfang not to let Lin Yao contact with "unrelated people", not to let her see the bad news on the internet, and to let her go to bed early.

"Alas, if Smoke knows that I haven't done a single thing she's told me to do, I'm sure I'll be scolded to death."

Flora sighed and went back into the suite and into the bedroom.

"What did he get me? Quick, give it to me."

Lin Yao had already sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her neck and waited, but if the doctor hadn't instructed her to keep her feet off the floor, she would have run over and snatched the stuff from Fangfang's hands.

"Just two bottles of medicine."

Fangfang yawned and handed the plastic bag to Lin Yao, she was too sleepy and said to Lin Yao, "Sister Yao, you should rest early." And walked out of the bedroom.

"Yeah, goodnight."

When Fangfang turned off the lights and closed the bedroom door, Lin Yao immediately turned on her cell phone torch and then took out two bottles of medicine from the plastic bag.

It was the two common bottles of potions specifically for bruises, but Lin Yao brought them in front of her and looked at them up and down, left and right, her mouth curled up at the corners and she couldn't stop smiling.

Grannycakes don't count because I played a trick on him to force him to buy them, so this is the first time he's taken the initiative to buy me something!

These two bottles of medicine must be kept well.

The dark bedroom came, a little moonlight spilled into the window, falling finely on the bed, landing on the girl in a white nightgown, the girl shyly pursed her lips, like a beautiful and lovely moon sprite.

By the way, didn't the doctor give me a foot rub?

Why did he buy me drugs?

Suddenly, Lin Yao's eyes moved and saw a note in the plastic bag.

She took out the note and used her phone to illuminate the words on it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect your back to be injured as well, it's all my fault."

Lin Yao's face smiled.

He knew that my back was injured as well?

Lin Yao remembered what Fang Xiaole and Fangfang had said alone when he left the studio after recording the song in the afternoon.

It must have been that time when Fangfang told him, right?

Looking down at the note, she could feel his guilt and misery in the words.

It made her feel a little hard as well.

Lin Yao suddenly picked up her phone and entered the text in the WeChat dialog box.

Fang Xiaole sat on the last bus to Old Street and leaned his head against the window, staring out the window at the dusky street shrouded in night.

He took out his headphones, connected them to his phone, opened a music software and searched for the singer's name: Lin Yao.

More than ten songs quickly popped up.

Two or three of them were in the top fifty on the Hot Songs list.

Fang Xiaole created a new song list, then listed all of Lin Yao's songs in it, thought about it, and gave the list a name-...

"Her song,"

Fang Xiaole put on her headphones and began to play her song.

"Sand in the wind, flowers in the rain, he who can never be touched..."

The gentle and poignant voice of the song reached the eardrums and penetrated straight to the heart.

This song was the title track from Lin Yao's last album, called "Can't Touch Him".

Although the melody of the song wasn't top notch, Lin Yao's voice was very catchy, and Fang Xiaole quickly fell into her voice, closing his eyes and feeling only a little restlessness as his mind gradually calmed down.

When the song ended, Fang Xiaole was a little bit restless, and after listening to it two more times, he set "He Who Can't Be Touched" as the ringtone of his phone, and then set the last line of the song as a WeChat alert.

At this time, the old street arrived, and Fang Xiaole got off the bus.

The neighborhood he rents is quite remote, and it's still about a two-kilometer walk from the bus stop to get back to the rental house.

In the light of the moonlight, Fang Xiaole walked alone in the narrow alleys.

The surroundings are silent, the long broken street lamp is also engulfed by darkness, only the sound of Fang Xiaole's own footsteps echoing in the street, clear and lonely.

"Fingertips of sand, heart of him, she who has been waiting."

The crisp and gentle voice of the song sounded, this was the last line of "He Who Cannot Be Touched", Fang Xiaole pulled out his phone and saw the WeChat sent by Lin Yao.

"I'll be fine, don't think too much, Fang Fang likes to fuss, are you home yet?"

A warm light suddenly sprinkled overhead, Fang Xiaole looked up, and somehow, a broken street lamp actually lit up again.

He smiled and walked out of the alley under the light of the street lamp, a brightly lit front.

Almost home.

"Almost there, that medicine works great, put it on twice a day, morning and night, don't forget."

Fang Xiaole typed a reply.

"Well, thank you."

Lin Yao quickly returned.

"The recording of the third phase will start next Monday, you should recuperate well in the next few days."

Fang Xiaole sent a message over, thought about it, and added, "Be careful when you're recording the show, and protect yourself."

"Well, don't worry, I'm really fine." Lin Yao added a bright muscle expression after the text.

"I'm home, you get some rest early..." Fang Xiaole wanted to go on to type goodnight, but on second thought, deleted the sentence and retyped.

"I really like your song."

However, after this message was sent, there was no more reply from Lin Yao.