My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Lin Yao finished speaking, but the opposite side was slow to respond.

She bit her lips and continued.

"Dad, I have a friend who's a singer too, and he's ruined his voice from the strain and it's become so hoarse that he can't sing anymore, do you know a doctor who can fix him?"

After an awkward silence, the caller finally spoke.

"How long has it been since you called back?"

Lin Yao gripped her phone tightly and appeared nervous.

"I'm sorry, Dad..."

"Okay, when are you leaving the entertainment industry?"

Lin Yao's father interrupted her and asked abruptly.

"Dad, I just like to sing, it's not what you think, and I can earn money on my own now, I also earn money trying to buy you and mom..."

Lin Yao took a deep breath and tried to explain, only to be interrupted again by her father.

"The money fished out of the big dye jar, I'm too dirty to tell anyone that you're my daughter right now, leave the entertainment industry and go home before the Spring Festival this year, or don't come back ever again."

Toot toot....

There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone and Lin Yao stood there, slowly putting down her phone.

After a moment of silence, she gently walked back into the bedroom and put Fangfang's phone back on the bedside table.

Seeing that the redness from the wine hadn't faded and her face was still a little hot, she went to the bathroom to drain the water and wring a towel over, wiped Fangfang's face, then returned to her own bedroom.

Sitting on the bed, looking out of the window staring at the night sky.

A small sigh sounded in the dark room.

........

"Waiter, check."

In that Chinese restaurant, Mo Smoke found she couldn't talk to Fang Xiaole anymore, so she had to wave her hand and call for the bill.

"I'll take it."

Fang Xiaole got up and pulled out his wallet.

"I said it's my treat."

Mo Yan also stood up.

"I'll do it, we'll be a family anyway."

Fang Xiaole was very enthusiastic.

"........"

When Mo Yan looked back at him, Fang Xiaole smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

"You come, you come."

Mo Yan suddenly felt that this guy's expression was very similar to Lin Yao's when she was "disobedient", and suddenly had a brainache, never wanting to stay with this guy again.

After paying, Mo Yan slowly turned around, and finally managed to squeeze out a working smile on her face.

"Assistant Director Fang, I'm leaving first."

Without waiting for Fang Xiaole to speak, he quickly turned around and headed for the restaurant door.

"Sister Mo!"

The nasty bastard called after him.

"Assistant Director Fang, is there anything else?"

Mo Yan turned back, trying to maintain a polite and distant smile.

"Excuse me, is there anything else Lin Yao has done for me in secret that she hasn't told me about? For example, I just recently rented a very cheap apartment..."

"Oh, Deputy Director Fang, although Lin Yao is silly, she's not up for backstabbing your house and car, so don't be too self-righteous."

Mo Yan sneered and turned to walk towards the restaurant door with elegant steps.

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang, are you alright?"

"Ouch!"

Before Mo Yan had even stepped out of the door, she collided with a figure that rushed in with a gust of wind, and they both sat down on the ground at the same time.

The part of Mo Yan that had been pecked by a duck last night made hard contact with the threshold that protruded from the ground, and her face went white with pain.

"Mo, are you okay?"

Fang Xiaole hurried forward to support Mo Yan while looking helplessly at Zhang Zhiqin.

"Didn't I tell you to go back? All right?"

Zhang Zhiqin also sat in a butt squat, grimaced a bit and waved her hand, "Nothing nothing nothing."

As she stood up, she explained, "That Mo Broker is so fierce, I was worried that you were being set up by her, so I came in to take a look, this kind of middle-aged woman is very scary when she's ruthless!"

"That, hehe, I didn't mean that ha."

Zhang Zhiqin was all smiles and reached out to help Mo Yan up.

"Mo Broker, I'm not talking about you, you're only thirty-eight at most, you're still a few years away from middle age."

Mo Yan's face darkened, shrugged off Zhang Zhiqin and Fang Xiaole, and without speaking, walked out of the restaurant quickly.

But it was walking more and more slowly, and the walking posture of her feet became cramped, as if some part was not too convenient.

"Why is the walking posture so strange?"

When Zhang Zhiqin said something in confusion, he saw Mo Yan come to a complete stop, paused for a moment, and looked back at the two of them with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face.

"Please call a car for me."

Fang Xiaole stepped forward and asked with concern, "Sister Mo, did you just fall and hurt yourself, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Zhang Zhiqin was also shocked and rushed over to hold it, "Brother Mo, did you hurt your bones? I've heard that bones are brittle when you're older, and it's easy to break bones when you touch them."

Seeing that Mo Yan's face was getting ugly, Fang Xiaole kicked Zhang Zhiqin underneath, telling the product to shut up.

At this time, Fang Xiaole's cell phone suddenly rang, taking it out and looking at it, it was actually Hong Sanshi.

"Brother, I'm at the South Shuangbanna Airport and you still haven't come to pick me up?"

Hong Sanshi's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Why did you come over today, Hong, didn't you have an appointment with a Thursday guest before you came over to start recording?"

Fang Xiaole asked strangely.

According to the arrangement of the program team, Luo Hui would lead the army over tomorrow morning to take care of the farmhouse and repair it, plus add the appropriate items, and three days later several guests would rush over to start recording the first phase of the program.

I didn't expect Hong Sanshi to actually come over early tonight.

"I heard that the girls in South Shuangbanna are beautiful and open, so I told my wife that I wanted to record the program early, so that I could come over early and have some fun, hahaha!"

Fang Xiaole said helplessly, "Brother Hong, wait for me at the airport, I'll come over to pick you up right away."

Hanging up the phone, Fang Xiaole saw that Zhang Zhiqin was still holding Mo Yan, they both stared at him, he apologized to Mo Yan.

"I'm sorry Sister Mo, Brother Hong is coming over to record, I have to pick him up, that..."

He then said to Zhang Zhiqin, "Please give Sister Mo a ride back."

Zhang Zhiqin patted his chest, "No problem, I'll definitely send Broker Mo home safely."

Mo Yan glared at him and opened her mouth to refuse, but found that she did have a bit of trouble walking, so she had to swallow her words back.

"Then I'll leave first, I'll treat you to dinner next time, Mo."

Fang Xiaole said goodbye to Mo Yan and Zhang Zhiqin and hurried towards the crossroads of Miao's village.

There were no tricycles or taxis on this side of the restaurant, so you had to walk about a kilometer to get a good taxi.

Zhang Zhiqin and Mo Yan stood in the same spot, seeing Fang Xiaole's back disappear from sight, before they looked at each other and stood silently.

"Broker Mo, this is not a good place to take a taxi, and it's only 700 to 800 meters away from where you live, so why don't I help you back?"

Zhang Zhiqin scratched her head, still a little weak to this "middle-aged woman".

"I can walk and still need your help?"

Mo Yan looked at him coldly, and Zhang Zhiqin cringed.

"What then?"

Mo Yan pointed to the ground, "Crouch down!"

Zhang Zhiqin: "Huh?"

"Ah what?" Mo Yan impatiently said, "Hurry up, carry me back!"