My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Planner Fang, Yao asked you if you've watched the video clip of her recording a song on Weibo?"

In the evening, Fang Xiaole and Zhang Zhiqin were directing the staff to set up the props at a location, when his phone suddenly vibrated.

Fang Xiaole thought it was Luo Hui who was at another venue calling to say something about the prop set up, but it was Fang Fang who sent a WeChat over.

"Brother Fang, is that Luo?"

Zhang Zhiqin came over with two bottles of water and handed one to Fang Xiaole, and when he saw that his expression was a bit strange, he asked a question.

"Eh? No, no."

Fang Xiaole put down his phone in a row and asked Zhang Zhiqin, "Have the props been set up? We'll do a rehearsal right away and see if there are any problems."

"It's all done, I'll get the location brothers started."

Zhang Zhiqin promised, and Fang Xiaole exhaled a sigh of relief, about to pick up his phone and give Fang Fang back, when Zhang Zhiqin suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Xiaole with wide eyes.

"Fang, are you okay?"

Fang Xiaole naturally pocketed his phone back into his pocket again and calmly said, "Nothing ah, let's go."

With that, he took a big step towards the program venue where the props were set up.

Zhang Zhiqin scratched his head, feeling that something was wrong with Fang Xiaole just now, but he couldn't tell what exactly was wrong.

........

The recording studio.

"Good work everyone, thank you all."

Encounter and Woman's Flower were finally recorded, and Lin Yao bowed deeply towards the band teacher and staff to express her gratitude.

"Mr. Lin is too kind, it's our honor to record songs for such a dedicated musician like you."

The band teachers and staff also bowed back at Lin Yao, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at him.

Many of them were working with Lin Yao for the first time, and when they first met Lin Yao, they only thought that the female singer was really pretty, but otherwise they didn't have any special feelings.

But after working with her for a few days, they were impressed by Lin Yao's singing, musical understanding, as well as her focus and pursuit of perfection when recording her songs.

At the same time, Lin Yao was very gentle and polite, not having the slightest pretense of being a "national goddess", everyone had an excellent impression of her.

Some people in the studio applauded and others followed suit, expressing their hope that they would have the opportunity to work with Lin Yao again.

After bidding farewell to these people, Lin Yao also got into the nanny car to go back to the hotel, with Mo Yan sitting in the passenger seat and Lin Yao and Fangfang sitting in the back.

While Mo Yan called to arrange for the release of the new album the day after tomorrow, Lin Yao quietly asked Fang Fang to help her send a message to Fang Xiaole.

But after this message was sent, until the nanny car arrived at the hotel, Fang Xiaole didn't reply.

"What's wrong, Yaoyao, not feeling well?"

When she got out of the car, Mo Yan saw Lin Yao's face looking a bit unpleasant and asked with concern.

"It's fine, Smoke, just a little tired, I want to go back and sleep for a while."

Lin Yao replied evenly and made a very tired look.

"Then let Fangfang send you back to your room first, I'll go to the hotel restaurant and pack you something to eat when you wake up."

Without any doubt, Mo Yan instructed Fangfang to take care of Lin Yao, while she headed to the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel.

"Well, thank you, Sister Smoke."

Lin Yao promised delicately, dragging Fangfang into the elevator to the suite.

As the elevator door closed, Fangfang looked at Lin Yao speechlessly, "Sister Yao, I've noticed that you're getting better at acting!"

Lin Yao had no time to pay attention to the little assistant's spat and urged, "Where's your phone? Quickly see if he replies!"

"Oh my, Yao, don't touch me, the phone isn't on me, it's in my bag."

After a petulant shout and jostling in the elevator, Lin Yao finally snatched Fangfang's phone into her hands.

A look at the screen was black, and rudely reached in front of Fangfang: "Quickly unlock it."

Fangfang rolled her eyes and cried as she stretched out her fingers to unlock it, "Oingo, you've changed, sister Yao, you used to call people little sweetie!"

Lin Yao ignored her and looked down at her phone screen.

Fang Xiaole still hadn't replied to the message.

Lin Yao's expectant look suddenly turned bleak.

Ding, the elevator door opened, Lin Yao silently walked out of the elevator and Fang Fang ran to the front to open the door of the suite.

But Lin Yao walked into the room, drooping her head, like a small wildflower hit by the rain and wind, weakly into the bedroom, lying on the bed and did not speak.

Fangfang was busy following her into the bedroom, and seeing Lin Yao's weak appearance, she could only persuade.

"Yao, maybe Fang Planning is busy at work, he always returns to you quickly, he must have run into trouble today."

"I'm sorry, Fangfang." Lin Yao was a little embarrassed to get up from the bed, "Was I too capricious just now?"

Lin Yao felt that she had gone a little too far, there must be a reason why Fang Xiaole didn't reply to the message, why was she throwing a tantrum here? And make Fangfang so embarrassed.

In the future, if we really.... If we're together and I'm unhappy at every turn over a little thing, then he'll definitely think that I'm not a virtuous woman.

"Nope, Yao is the most gentle little fairy under the heavens." Fangfang was busy comforting Lin Yao.

Yao was such a person, she would rather hold back her unhappiness than make the people around her uncomfortable.

Fangfang was a little worried, with Yao's personality, if she really fell in love or even got married, she would definitely be bullied to death by the other party.

Luckily, Sister Yao is a star, nothing else, at least she has money, and in the future, the house and car will not need to be paid out by the man, so she will probably be bullied less.

"Right, Sister Yao." Speaking of the house, Fangfang suddenly remembered what Lin Yao had asked her to do before.

"A real estate agent sent over a set of houses this afternoon, I think it's quite suitable, take a look."

Fangfang brought up the photos that the agent had sent over this afternoon and showed them to Lin Yao as she introduced them.

"This neighborhood is called Lan Heng Garden, less than two kilometers from Apple Terrace, this house is on the eighth floor, 102 square feet, three rooms and two rooms, it's a well-furnished house, it has everything in it, and it's hand-carried."

Lin Yao held her phone and panned her fingers, from the photos, this Lan Heng Garden was a pretty high-class neighborhood with a nice environment.

The property should not be bad in such a community, if he lived in it, he wouldn't have to worry about no one cleaning and no one handling the garbage bags.

The house is decorated in a solid and airy European style, and he should like it too.

Well, the kitchen is pretty spacious too, and I can go cook for him later when I learn to cook.

But we're both very busy with work, so we should have very little time to cook for ourselves, and he'll probably have to go out to eat most of the time.

The last time we ate takeaway together at the studio, Lin Yao noticed that Fang Xiaole had a spicy taste and liked Sichuan cuisine.

So, Lin Yao asked, "Is there a Sichuan cuisine restaurant near this neighborhood?"

"A Sichuan restaurant?" Fangfang looked at Lin Yao in puzzlement, "Sister Yao you can't eat spicy food, why do you care about Sichuan Cuisine Restaurant?"