My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Fang Xiaole walked out of the Apple Terrace and slowly paced the street.

His heart wasn't really as calm as it appeared, going to the Thursday ten o'clock slot was an opportunity and an adventure.

If he was just an ordinary person with no aspirations, he would have been satisfied with his life if he could become the deputy chief planner of a fire variety show in a short period of time.

Just hold on, slowly boil seniority, after a few years or ten years, he could naturally reach the level of chief planner, and with luck he might even climb to a director's position.

But this is too slow.

By the time he reached a seemingly good position, she might have already reached a height that was difficult for him to reach.

Fang Xiaole felt that he didn't have time to wait any longer.

He had to move up as fast as he could, otherwise, the difference in status would slowly smooth out the throbbing from that night's chance encounter until the two of them became two parallel lines that would never cross again.

Fang Xiaole's two lifetimes of experience had made him accustomed to judging everything with the most realistic attitude.

Earth once had a line from a movie - it's never people who change things, but things that change people.

Fang Xiaole didn't want himself and Lin Yao to become people who were changed by things.

The only way to not be left further and further behind was to work hard.

Thinking of Lin Yao, Fang Xiaole was busy pulling out his phone from his pants pocket.

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

More than an hour ago, the message Lin Yao had sent to herself through Fangfang was still lying in the WeChat chat logs.

"Excuse me, Assistant Liu, please tell Lin Yao that something happened at the station just now, so I didn't have time to reply to the message, have you guys eaten yet?"

After sending the message, Fang Xiaole walked to the bus stop and waited for a while, a bus number 303 to Old Street entered the bus stop, Fang Xiaole got on the bus and sat on the seat.

At that moment, Fang's message came.

"We've already finished eating, Yao asked if you've eaten so late."

Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile, his mind automatically conjuring up the image of Lin Yao forcing an exasperated Fangfang to send a message.

"I'm going to eat at a noodle shop near Old Street, the beef noodles there are good. The new album will be released the day after tomorrow, nervous?"

The other side quickly replied, "Yao said she's a bit nervous because she won't be able to make any money if her new album doesn't do well."

Fang Xiaole laughed again, not expecting a girl of Lin Yao's temperament to be a financial fan.

"No need to be nervous, I think the new album will be a big hit, I'll treat you guys to dinner then to celebrate."

"Yao sister said yes, no cheating then."

Fang Xiaole was about to reply when Fangfang's message came back, "Sister Yao asked you, have you found a suitable house yet?"

Fang Xiaole replied, "Not yet, I've been busy lately, I don't have time to look for it, I'll go back next month."

There was no immediate reply from the other side this time, and it wasn't until the bus arrived and Fang Xiaole got off the bus and sat down at the noodle shop that Fang sent another message.

"It's me now, Fangfang. Yao is a bit tired today, but just now Smoke told her to go to bed early, and Yao asked me to say goodnight to you for her."

"Your spicy beef noodles are here." At this time the waiter brought Fang Xiaole's ordered noodles.

"Thanks." Fang Xiaole said his thanks and bowed his head to type a reply on his phone.

"Okay, please tell Lin Yao tomorrow morning that I watched the video on Weibo.... It's beautiful."

Hilton Hotel, in the living room of the suite.

Lin Yao was already asleep, Mo Yan was on the phone on the other side of the living room, and Fang Fang was sitting on the sofa.

The senior suite's sofa was big, soft and comfortable, but right now Fangfang was sitting on pins and needles, as if she was on pins and needles, propped up by the last message Fang Xiaole had just sent.

She was speechless, I'm just a tool person, why do I have to suffer the sour stench that I shouldn't have to bear at my age?

"Fanfan." Mo Yan suddenly called her.

"Huh? What is it, Smoke?" Fangfang even promised to put her phone in her pocket.

"Speak to the Lin Yao fanbase administrator and tell her fans not to clash with the online black powder so as not to leave a bad impression to passersby that Lin Yao loves to tear things up, just let them peacefully promote Lin Yao's new album."

Mo Yan instructed.

"Okay, Sister Smoke."

Fangfang, who usually had to take care of Lin Yao in addition to taking care of her personal care, also had to take care of some of the fan group management, went to several large groups and spoke to the administrators as Mo Yan instructed.

At that moment, Fangfang heard Mo Yan on the phone again with a few familiar entertainment media editors-in-chief, to the effect that she wanted them to help promote Lin Yao's new album more.

Fangfang recalled that Lin Yao had just said to Fang Xiaole that she was a bit nervous, and then Fangfang suddenly felt that tension as well.

When Mo Yan finished making the call, Fangfang couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yan, do you think that Yao Yao's new album will be a success?"

Mo Yan looked at Fang Fang, felt a lady's cigarette from her bag, lit it, put it in her mouth and took a puff.

Only then faintly said: "Whether it succeeds or not is not up to us, the market is in charge, we just need to do everything we can."

Mo Smoke hadn't smoked for a long time.

"Miss Smoke, are you nervous too?" Fangfang asked in a low voice.

Mo Yan opened her mouth slightly and exhaled a cloud of smoke to hide her expression.

"I have faith in Lin Yao, don't you?"

Fangfang even puffed out her chest and patted it hard, "I have faith in Yao too!"

"Hmm." Smokey nodded, looking sideways at the bedroom and whispering.

"Wait for the album to go live the day after tomorrow..."

Kyoto, in a high-class apartment.

Huang Yin was also nervous, she looked at Chen Zhi who was sitting calmly on the couch and asked.

"Didn't I tell you to go buy another wave of navy? Why hasn't the internet responded yet?"

Chen Zhi had a laptop on his legs and he answered as he operated the computer.

"I didn't go back to the navy, it wasn't necessary."

"Why is it unnecessary? Lin Yao's new album will be released the day after tomorrow, and now the internet is all over the place talking about her new album, and I'm losing my heat!"

Huang Yin couldn't help but grumble at her manager.

Chen Zhi was still working on the computer and still didn't look up at her, just calmly.

"Since Lin Yao's new album is about to be released, it's useless to look for a navy, public opinion is only an aid, singers rely on their works after all, don't you have confidence in your songs?"

"Joke!" Huang Yin sneered, "Three songs from my album have made it into the top 30 of the new songs chart, and I don't believe the overall quality of her album is any higher than mine!"

"Just be confident, by the way, I've found someone worthy of our attention."

Chen Zhi flipped the laptop over, the screen facing Huang Yin, and on it was the profile of a man named "Fang Xiaole".