My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Su Yu, you send the third episode to the guests so they can get familiar with it first."

After the meeting was adjourned, Li Guan instructed Su Yu as he walked out.

"Okay, Director Li."

Su Yu promised and waited for Li Guan to walk out of the office, then bounced up to Fang Xiaole with a smile on her face.

"Dear Vice President Fang, did you forget what you promised me?"

The others were a bit used to it, but Luo Hui took Zhang Zhiqin's shoulder and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Zhiqin looked back at Su Yu and wanted to speak, but was forcefully dragged towards the door of the conference room by Luo Hui.

"Of course I didn't forget, I'm still missing your thank you meal."

Fang Xiaole smiled and said loudly towards his colleagues in the planning team, "Is everyone free tonight? I'll buy everyone dinner."

"Vice President Fang is inviting guests? Surely free!"

"Vice President Fang has been promoted and hasn't invited us to dinner yet, how could he not be available?"

Luo Hui looked back at Fang Xiaole with a bit of single surprise, he had always thought that Fang Xiaole and Su Yu were a bit of that kind of relationship, tonight must be someone's two "dates", but he didn't expect Fang Xiaole to suddenly invite so many people to dinner.

Zhang Zhiqin's eyes lit up and immediately agreed, "Yes, I want to go!"

"Where's Rogo? Why don't you take some time off for your sister-in-law, it's hard to relax for a while, and it will be hard again in two days."

Fang Xiaole sincerely invited Luo Hui.

"Mmhmm, Fang's face should still be given."

Luo Hui thought that the one in his family was pushing for a second child recently, causing him to have a sore back every night, and today he finally had a legitimate reason to give his brother a vacation, so he nodded steadily.

"Su Yu, today is mainly to thank you, what do you want to eat?"

Fang Xiaole sought Su Yu's advice as she took out her phone to prepare a reservation.

"Then let's eat hotpot." Su Yu barely smiled.

"Okay, the evening will be at the Liang Pin Little Fresh Hotpot City, I've made a reservation ah, we'll go straight there after everyone finishes work later."

Fang Xiaole quickly made a reservation online and turned to the others.

"OK, then, thank you vice president Fang first!"

Everyone smiled and agreed.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Su Yu said and quickly walked out of the meeting room.

Fang Xiaole looked at her back and felt slightly guilty, but had no regrets about what he did.

Although he was slow in this regard, he also knew that when a break is made, a break is made.

Otherwise, if he kept hanging on to others and didn't give any response, it would be like a scum?

Fang Xiaole subconsciously picked up his phone and opened WeChat, wanting to see the red dot on that pretty little girl's avatar that indicated a hint of a new message.

But he was disappointed that she hadn't sent a message.

By now she should be busy recording a new song, right?

"Little Fang, let's go."

Luo Hui shouted from the doorway, their planning team still had to go to a few locations to coordinate the layout of the venue.

"Oh, here we go!"

Fang Xiaole promised to hurry up and catch up with Luo Hui and Zhang Zhiqin.

Throughout the afternoon, Fang Xiaole was running around and busy between several location venues.

After finishing work, he and his colleagues feasted on the hotpot city, and although it looked like laughter, Fang Xiaole was always a little unhappy.

All day today, he didn't receive any WeChat.

At around 10 pm, Fang Xiaole returned to his rental house and went to bed after a simple wash.

In the next two days, the preparation work of the program team came in to the final stage, and everyone went into overload.

When Fang Xiaole returned to the rental house every night, he would open WeChat subconsciously, but he didn't see the expected message.

So he made himself commit himself to the variety show directing course.

He had finished the ten or so directing lessons that Hong Sanshi had sent him before, and then Hong Sanshi had simply jerked him through all the lessons on variety show directing in Huaying.

Fang Xiaole went to work during the day and learned the directing lessons by himself at night, and his life was very fulfilling.

It was just that there was always a bit of a listless feeling in his heart, and he felt that something was missing.

With two new songs to be recorded in a few days and an album to be produced, it should be very busy, so it's better not to disturb her.

Fang Xiaole consoled himself in this way.

On the third night when the two of them "lost contact", Fang Xiaole finally couldn't resist, and after watching a directing lesson, he picked up his phone.

In order not to hesitate in his thoughts and lose the courage to send a message, Fang Xiaole quickly typed a line in the WeChat dialog box and pressed the send button.

"How's your injury?"

After sending the message, Fang Xiaole sat in his chair, holding his phone, staring dumbly at the ceiling, which already had a few tiny cracks.

But after a long time, Lin Yao didn't return.

Fang Xiaole put down her phone and continued to devote herself to her directing course.

It was now past ten o'clock, so she was probably resting.

Anyway, we'll be able to meet in a few days when we record the show, so we'll ask her about her recovery from her injuries then.

However, despite thinking this in her heart, Fang Xiaole still couldn't concentrate right away, and was always distracted while watching the teaching video, learning efficiency was very low.

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

It was abrupt, gentle and mournful singing sounded in the cramped rental house, suddenly dispelling the coldness and loneliness of the late night.

Fang Xiaole was stunned, busy picking up the phone.

Sure enough, a red dot of incoming messages lit up next to that cute little girl's avatar.

Fang Xiaole clicked on Lin Yao's WeChat, but what he saw was not text, but a picture.

It was a fair ankle, and most of the previous redness and swelling had subsided.

Then Lin Yao sent a voice.

"Look, it's almost done, have you been busy the past two days?"

Her voice was a little tired and slightly nasal.

"It's pretty busy, how about you, how's the new song recording going?"

Fang Xiaole sent over a voice, thinking about it, and then asked.

"You seem tired, do you have a cold?"

It's the end of September and it's raining in Jiangrong these days, so it's easy to catch a cold.

Lin Yao is in the crucial period of recording a new song, so if she catches a cold, she'll be in trouble.

This time Lin Yao didn't reply right away and sent over a text after a few moments.

"It's fine, it's just that I got caught in a bit of rain when I came back, I'll just take a shower later."

Fang Xiaole frowned slightly, Lin Yao had a car to pick her up when she went out, so how could she get caught in the rain?

But he didn't ask too many questions, he wasn't anyone from Lin Yao, being that long-winded would attract suspicion.

"Then you should hurry and take a shower, don't really catch a cold."

Just after saying that, he remembered something and continued.

"Your feet aren't fully healed yet, or you should be careful, and by the way, you only sent pictures of your feet, where's your back?"