My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

The night was late.

In a dark and secluded alley, a tall, thin figure walked slowly down the road.

He didn't drink, but his steps were a little heavy.

The night breeze whipped across his face, blowing up the hair that hung over his forehead, and also messing up his already restless mind.

"Think it over, brother, if you have made up your mind to go on, be firm, and if you can't bear it, then don't start,

Lin Yao is a good girl, if you can't take responsibility for her to the end, don't hurt people."

These were Hong Sanshi's words to Fang Xiaole before parting after the meal.

In fact, what Hong Sanshi had said, Fang Xiaole had already thought about it, and thought even further.

It's just that right now, he and Lin Yao were far from that far, and even the relationship between the two wasn't even confirmed.

After all, they had only known each other for less than a month and didn't know each other well enough, so maybe after a while, the throbbing from that night would slowly disappear?

Fang Xiaole is also a traditional person, he will be twenty-six at the end of the year, at this age, falling in love is running to get married, running to be together for the rest of their lives.

If the two parties do not know each other well enough to understand each other's families, how far can they go with just a fairy tale love at first sight?

More importantly, Fang Xiaole didn't have a career right now, and didn't have enough strength to not become a drag on Lin Yao.

This world was very realistic, no relationship could be placed in a vacuum and not be disturbed by the world.

What's more, Lin Yao was still a big star with countless fans, the difficulties the two of them would have to face if he and she were together could be unimaginable.

Fang Xiaole hoped that if it really came to that, he would have enough strength to face it.

"I have to work harder and go higher to get there..."

This is the first time in his life that Fang Xiaole is seriously thinking about his relationship with a member of the opposite sex.

In the end, this reflection from a straight man somehow becomes the motivation to encourage him to "strive hard and improve every day".......

There was a vibration in his pocket, and Fang Xiaole picked up the phone and looked at it, finally a smile appeared on his face.

It was a message from the "middleman", Fang Fang.

"Planner Fang, Miss Yao asked me to ask if you've slept?"

Fang Xiaole replied as she walked into the neighborhood.

"Assistant Liu, please tell Lin Yao that I went to dinner with Hong tonight and am just now returning home."

When Fang Xiaole walked into the rented one, descended the stairs and entered the rented house, Fang's message came back.

"Yao asked you what you ate and if you drank, she said you can't drink with your voice."

Although through the phone screen, Fang Xiaole seemed to be able to feel the lifeless expression on Fang Fang's face at this time.

"Please tell Lin Yao that I haven't been drinking... Hong knows she's injured and will help make sure she tries to avoid vigorous running and confrontation during the recording."

This time the opposite side was silent for a long time before they sent a message, and it was a voice.

"Thank you."

The voice was warm and lovely, crisp and clear, it was Lin Yao's voice.

Fang Xiaole was dumbfounded, and listened twice more before typing a question.

"Is Agent Mo not here?"

Lin Yao had said before that Mo Yan had been personally guarding her for the past few days, not leaving an inch behind, making Fang Fang's delivery of messages all dodgy, making it look like a spy movie.

Just now Lin Yao actually dared to send a voice over, indicating that Mo Yan wasn't by her side for the time being.

Somehow, although she had already heard Lin Yao's voice many times, that voice just now made Fang Xiaole feel extraordinarily sweet.

It was like eating frozen watermelon in summer, sweet, crisp and refreshing, penetrating into the tip of your heart.

Fang Xiaole felt strange, probably because he hadn't heard Lin Yao's voice for a few days, so it was a little bit like a rarity, right?

It would probably be more comfortable if we could meet and talk face to face....

An unrealistic thought suddenly rose up in Fang Xiaole's heart.

As soon as this thought rose, the WeChat received a video call request from Fang Fang.

Could it be........

Was this really a heart-to-heart?

Fang Xiaole connected the video, and the face that hadn't been seen for several days appeared on the screen.

The pretty face was shy and beautiful with smiling eyes, and although it was up close to the camera, it didn't affect the beauty and tenderness of the face at all.

"See that?"

Lin Yao's cheeks were a little red, and she gently stroked down the blue silk that hung over her ears and asked in a low voice.

"I can see that you've lost weight."

Fang Xiaole looked at her on the screen and somehow the first thing he opened his mouth to say was a bad romance drama line.

"I've been busy recording songs and I'm a little tired..."

Lin Yao blinked her eyes, a pair of peach blossom eyes staring intently at him in the screen.

"You've lost weight too."

Ugh~~.

A slightly exaggerated vomiting sound came from the side, and Fangfang couldn't bear to come over and try to take the phone away.

"Just take a look at it, Yao, Smoke is calling from outside and will be in any minute."

"Geez, just wait a little longer, a minute, okay?"

Lin Yao gripped her phone tightly and pleaded pitifully to Fangfang.

"Ugh!"

Defeated, Fanny had no choice but to step aside and glare at Fang Xiaole on the other side of the screen as she walked away.

"Is this your bedroom in the hotel?"

Fang Xiaole checked through the screen, behind Lin Yao was the bed, and there was a piece of ladies lingerie hanging on the hanger at the head of the bed, still a lovely pink color.

"Yah!"

Lin Yao noticed Fang Xiaole's eyes drifting to the side, and she looked sideways, blushing with shame, and busily averted her phone lens to the side.

"Ahem."

Fang Xiaole was also a little embarrassed, he didn't mean it, it was just that the thing hanging there was a little too conspicuous.

The two of them just looked down through the screen, not knowing what to say for a while.

"The recording went well today, right? When will the new album be released?"

Still Fang Xiaole was the first to break the silence.

"Well, it's all recorded, the company is in post-production, and Sister Smoke said it would take a day or two of publicity before sending it out."

Lin Yao looked up at Fang Xiaole, then apologetically lowered her head and continued.

"Smoke is going to post the video of me recording a song on Weibo tomorrow, it was taken by a photographer hired by the company, it's even more... than the one Fangfang sent you that day... It's better, if you're free, go take a look."

"It's also a promotion for your new album, right? I'll definitely go see."

Fang Xiaole reckoned that this was one of Lin Yao's company's promotional tactics, and Fang Fang had just said that Mo Yan had gone out to make a phone call, so he was probably arranging these things.

"By the way, how's your foot? The last picture you sent me looked like it was still a little swollen?"

Fang Xiaole remembered Lin Yao's injury and asked.

"Oh, you see."

Thinking he wanted to see, Lin Yao pointed the phone lens at her foot, paused, and reached out a hand to take off the slipper on her foot, revealing her white, glistening foot.