My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Liu Fangfang's mood at the moment was sad and her emotions were complicated.

It was because she had just made a big poisonous vow, which she had quickly and inadvertently broken.

"What's wrong, Fangfang? What did the guy say again?"

At that moment, Mo Yan, who was still waiting for the megaphone to continue working, called out to her.

Fangfang came back to her senses and quickly repeated what Zhang Zhiqin had just said.

"Oh." Mo Yan snickered twice, "He doesn't know I'm so young? So you ask him if he means I look old?"

"Oh." Fang Fang had forgotten the complication and shock by now, and was fully engaged in her work.

"Plan Chang, Smoke said: oh, you mean I look old? over."

Apparently, Fangfang's vocal transmission function had been strengthened once again, and even Mo Yan's tone of voice was imitated to perfection as she passed on her words, and she added an over at the end to indicate that the sentence was completed.

Hearing Fangfang's mimicry, Zhang Zhiqin's mind had already conjured up the cold and mocking face of Mo Broker.... Ahhhh, it was the cold and mocking face.

He couldn't help but shiver for a moment, which was the only way to pull away from that cold feeling and set his mind to Fangfang .

"Mo Brokers misunderstood, she's so pretty and so capable, only a blind man would think she's old, over."

"Roger." Fangfang immediately turned to Mo Yan and repeated Zhang Zhiqin's words to her.

"Okay, cut the crap, I'm going to sleep."

Mo Yan stood up and left the door without looking back, heading to her room.

"Smoke said she's going to sleep, over, bye."

Fang Fang also hung up the phone after faithfully conveying the last words.

When Smoke returned to her room, she closed and locked the door, walked straight into the bathroom, and stood in front of a mirror.

"Pretty, capable, well..."

She nodded slightly at the mirror's face, which had a slight eye line, but was still fair and full of mature charm, and touched her short, dry hair.

"The hair can be a little longer."

On the other side, in Lin Yao's bedroom.

"You've been working incessantly all this time, you're exhausted, right?"

Fang Xiaole's voice came from the phone.

"Well, it's okay, do you have to work on a new show every day back there?"

Lin Yao hmmmed softly and asked grudgingly.

"Yeah, all the other guests are coming over tomorrow, so if nothing else, we'll start recording the first issue tomorrow afternoon."

Fang Xiaole replied.

But in order to avoid Lin Yao worrying too much about his side of things, there were actually a lot of things he didn't say.

Recently, there had been a lot of publicity for "Flower Show" over at Yun Hai Terrace, and the leaders of the station were quite nervous, and had been pushing to get "Longing for Life" on the schedule as soon as possible to fight with this old party.

But on the one hand, the leaders want the new show to beat Yunhaitai's "Flower Show", but on the other hand, they think it's always Thursday at 10:00 and are unwilling to invest too many resources in this unpopular time slot.

It's a bit of a contradiction between wanting to produce a quality show and being reluctant to spend money on it.

At the same time, the show's investment has not been going well either. Not many big manufacturers are willing to invest money in the cold slot, and so far the investment department has only got one soy sauce and a small brand of electric motorcycle to sponsor the show.

And that soy sauce manufacturer also wanted to take advantage of the fire, more than one million want to take the naming rights, making the director of the Merchants Department thunderstruck, saying that I am a big Apple Channel when you are so despised!

But this can't be helped, the old Thursday 10 o'clock show that water breakout show ratings half-dead, less than half a million to give the naming rights.

Now they're willing to give you a million, and that's on the face of Hong Sanshi and Xu Zhenzhen, the guests.

To be frank, aside from the cold time slot, the manufacturer has little confidence in this never-before-seen slow-paced variety show.

This also makes the leaders of the station, who were not prepared to invest too many resources, more cautious, Chen Zhao almost fell out with deputy director Li Xueke over this, but still to no avail.

In short, the leadership's attitude is that you have to give me the show as soon as possible, and as for the funds, the landlord's family doesn't have any spare food!

Fang Xiaole knew that if she told Lin Yao all of this, this silly girl would probably have to worry so much that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

She's been so tired lately, it's better to let her rest at ease.

"Oh, so you won't have time to call me in the next few days?"

Lin Yao didn't know that Fang Xiaole had hidden it from her and was worried about not being able to make phone porridge every day.

"It's fine, you can send WeChat ah."

Fang Xiaole consoled, "And after recording the first three installments, I can go back to Jiang Rong next week, you just happen to be coming over to record Super Challenge too, won't you have to help me move by then?"

"Yeah."

Lin Yao pursed her lips, thinking to herself that she wished the time would go by faster, it was best to skip to next week in one go.

"It's late, get some rest, you have to go back to Kyoto tomorrow to record a song."

Fang Xiaole said.

Tomorrow, if the Meredith endorsement was agreed upon, Lin Yao would still have to rush to Guangdong City to record "Painted Heart", Chen Guanghan's company was there.

"Well, then you'll be sleeping early too, bye."

"Bye."

Reluctantly hanging up the phone, Lin Yao was slightly distracted.

Both she and Fang Xiaole were getting busier and busier with their work, could it be that the two of them really wouldn't even have time to make a phone call from now on?

Lin Yao bit her lip and picked up her phone to send a WeChat to Fang Xiaole.

"Goodnight ~(^з^)-☆"

Thousands of miles away, Fang Xiaole picked up his phone and saw a WeChat from Lin Yao.

He thought about it, copied the expression, then sent it to Zhang Zhiqin and asked.

"Do you know what that expression means?"

Zhang Zhiqin's side quickly replied.

"That's what kissing means ah, it's all over the internet. By the way Brother Fang, why are you on the phone with Lin Yao so often these two days, do you two have some kind of relationship?"

Fang Xiaole replied, "This expression was sent to me by Lin Yao."

Then he heard Zhang Zhiqin's screams from next door, he smiled, not bothering to care about this product, he searched online, then sent a WeChat to Lin Yao over.

"Good night o(￣￣*)"

In one of the hotels in Yun Hai.

"Wow~~"

Lin Yao covered her mouth in surprise as she looked at the message Fang Xiaole had sent over.

I thought he didn't understand what that expression meant.

Turns out he's always understood....

So happy!

"Sister Yao, keep your voice down, if you call Smoke again, she'll come over."

Fangfang's voice came from outside the door, Lin Yao threw up her tongue and whispered towards the door.

"I'm sorry, Fawn, good night."

"Oh, goodnight."

Soon there were footsteps and the sound of the door opening outside, and Fangfang went back to her bedroom.

Hey, why does Flora sound a little sullen, like she's been hit by something?

Lin Yao felt a little strange, but soon her attention was again on Fang Xiaole's "goodnight kiss".

Lying on her side on the bed, Lin Yao pulled up the cup and quietly put her phone screen close to her face, imprinting the "o(￣ε￣*)" of the one from the WeChat chat on her cheek.

"Hehe, goodnight."