My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Huang Yin?"

Fang Xiaole felt the name was somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

"Huang Yin was nominated for best new singer last year, you might have heard her song too."

"Oh, come to think of it."

"Teacher Fang really knows Huang Yin, that's quite a connection, actually Huang Yin also likes the songs you created."

Chen Zhi said with a slight compliment, "I wonder if Teacher Fang has any new creations recently, we can..."

"I'm sorry, Agent Chen, I'm about to get on a plane, let's talk next time, sorry, thanks!"

But before Chen Zhi could finish his sentence, Fang Xiaole hung up the phone.

Zhang Zhiqin looked at Fang Xiaole strangely, "Brother Fang, our flight hasn't arrived yet, why are you saying that we're boarding right away?"

"A sales call, no need to talk to him."

Fang Xiaole said calmly.

Fang Xiaole did remember who Huang Yin was.

He'd been going around Lin Yao and Tian Hai's Weibo for a while now when he had nothing else to do, taking a look at Lin Yao's videos and soothing the hunger....

No, it was to soothe the bleak mood of not seeing each other for so long.

And from time to time, you could see Lin Yao and Huang Yin's fans warring in the comment section of Lin Yao's Weibo.

After understanding, Fang Xiaole realized that Huang Yin is Lin Yao's rival, and the two have similar singing styles and have fought over many resources.

It seems that Huang Yin was behind Lin Yao's "Internet blackout" some time ago.

This is the guy who almost caused Lin Yao to jump off a building to meet her match, how can Fang Xiaole talk to them?

Hanging up the phone politely is good enough!

Yun Hai Channel, Studio 2.

Huang Yin, who was putting on makeup in the lounge and preparing to record The Flower Show, glanced at Chen Zhi from the mirror and asked.

"Why did you hang up so fast?"

Chen Zhi shook his head, "Fang Xiaole said he had a plane to catch, so he hung up."

Huang Yin became anxious and raised her hand to pluck away the makeup artist who was painting her eyebrows, turning to glare at Chen Zhi.

"Are you lying to me again? Don't forget, you haven't swallowed the last thousand needles yet!"

Chen Zhi spread his hands and calmly said, "I didn't lie to you last time, I did send a tweet ah."

"You..." Huang Yin pointed at Chen Zhi, eventually lowering her hand and continuing.

"So has Fang Xiaole agreed to help me write my song?"

After Lin Yao's new album became a big hit, Huang Yin, who originally didn't like Fang Xiaole as a grassroots creator, finally realized that the quality of the songs Fang Xiaole wrote was so high.

So she urged her manager, Chen Zhi, to find Fang Xiaole's contact information and to establish a relationship with him to snatch this outstanding songwriter from Lin Yao's side.

Chen Zhi used his connections on the Apple Channel to get Fang Xiaole's cell phone number, and thus the call he had just made.

Just didn't expect that the first exchange with Fang Xiaole was not ideal.

Chen Zhi helplessly said, "Before I even started talking, someone else hung up the phone."

Huang Yin frowned, "How could this happen? With a popular singer like me taking the initiative to ask him to write a song, he should be happy, has Lin Yao's side already spent a lot of money in advance to buy his next song?"

Chen Zhi thought, "It shouldn't be that easy to create a song, Fang Xiaole just came up with three top-notch works, so it's impossible to write another good song all of a sudden."

"Makes sense." Huang Yin, who was also half a singer-songwriter, nodded at the words and whirled around to urge Chen Zhi.

"Then call him again ah, make sure you buy Fang Xiaole's next song before Lin Yao does!"

Chen Zhi looked at Huang Yin and thought to himself, "When I reminded you of the existence of Fang Xiaole, who was the one who was dismissive of him?

Still, it didn't say anything to irritate her, just advised.

"If you want to be quick, your priority right now is to record the Flower Show, which has the potential to become a hit, and this might be a good opportunity for you to boost your popularity."

Huang Yin's eyes glazed over and was about to speak when the assistant director shouted at the door for her to record the show, Huang Yin only had to say to Chen Zhi.

"I don't care, I'm going to fix Fang Xiaole anyway, you must snatch him from Lin Yao's hands!"

After saying that, he walked out of the lounge, his face immediately piled up with a humble smile, and said to the assistant director, "Brother Li, sorry for the long wait, let's go."

Two hours later, a small airport located in a county near Nanshuangbanna.

Fang Xiaole and Zhang Zhiqin walked out of the airport and were greeted with a completely different minority style than Jiang Rong.

There were no high-rise buildings, no wide eight-lane highways, and lush tropical plants on both sides of the road.

The most important thing was that there were many beauties in lofty dresses standing by the roadside, warmly greeting the passengers, and Zhang Zhiqin's eyes straightened.

A beautiful woman in a navel-baring outfit saw the two and immediately came up, speaking in Mandarin with a heavy local accent.

"Where are the two losers going? Take our car."

She called the two "handsome", but her eyes were only on Fang Xiaole.

Fang Xiaole looked at the phone map and asked, "Miao Village Road go? How much?"

"Where's the going." The navel-less beauty extended three fingers: "Thirty."

Fang Xiaole nodded, "Okay, where's the car?"

"Follow me, it's right across the street." The navel-gazing beauty was pleased and pointed forward.

"Hello, beautiful lady, what's your name and can I have your phone number?" Zhang Zhiqin tried to strike up a conversation, but the other party just smiled and waved his hand.

Rejecting Zhang Zhiqin, the navel-less beauty then reached out and tried to help Fang Xiaole with his luggage: "Brother Bad Luck, let me help you."

Zhang Zhiqin: "?"

Soon the navel-baring beauty took the two men into a tricycle, the driver, a short, dark man, and she said to him.

"Honey, they're going to Miao's village."

The black short and thick nodded and without a word started the tricycle and set off with the two.

Zhang Zhiqin looked back at the navel-less beauty who was still standing there smiling and waving at them - actually just at Fang Xiaole alone - with a mouth like she had just cha-cha'd a sour lemon.

"Fuck, why would such a beautiful woman marry an ugly man? I'm so handsome and yet I'm still a single dog?"

Without waiting for an answer, Zhang Zhiqin turned around and asked strangely.

"Brother Fang, why do you keep reading this WeChat, Liu Fenfang.... Is this your girlfriend?"

From before boarding the plane until now, Zhang Zhiqin noticed that Fang Xiaole was looking at his phone from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone to send him a message.

He peeked at it, the WeChat contact was called "Liu Fenfang", the name seemed a bit familiar but couldn't recall who it was.

"Nothing, just looking around."

Fang Xiaole calmly put down his phone and turned his head to point out the window, "Nice view over there ha."

Zhang Zhiqin followed his finger and looked at him, wondering, "There are also cars and roads over there, how can there be any scenery?"

........

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the small airport, the navel-baring beauty once again found three guests.

These three were all female guests.

One of them had a slender figure and a gentle temperament, and even with sunglasses on, one could tell that she was a real beauty.

"Three moldy women, where are you going?" She came forward to ask.

"To Miao's village." A short-haired, capable middle-aged woman said.

"Okay, please follow me, the car is over there." The navel-gazing beauty pointed to another tricycle across the street and led the three across the street.

"Yao, let me help you." The three of them had a bit too much luggage, and another girl with a baby-fat face tried to help the gentle woman carry her things, but was refused.

"It's okay, Fangfang, you're carrying so much stuff."

The three of them got on the tricycle, and the navel-baring beauty said to a dark, tall, skinny driver, "Honey, they're going to Miaojia Village."

The driver nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and the tricycle made a sudden sound, carrying Lin Yao, Fangfang and Mo Yan as they raced away.