My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Agent Mo?"

Zhang Zhiqin was a bit confused, wondering how Mo Yan could suddenly add his WeChat, and his heart cut a sound.

"You said you'll pass it right away? I, Zhang Zhiqin, don't want to lose face ah?"

He smirked quietly and immediately pressed the "yes" button with his finger.

"Hello, Agent Mo." And greeted politely.

But there was no unnecessary politeness on Mo Yan's side, and he got straight to the point.

"Have you started recording your new show yet? Our company has three newcomers, can we arrange to be a flying guest for a period, we can do without the appearance fee."

Zhang Zhiqin scratched her head in confusion, thinking to herself that you have to find Director Luo or Brother Fang for this, why me?

But his instincts told him he'd be scolded if he went back that way, and after thinking about it for a while, he finally returned.

"It should be possible, I'll ask the leader tomorrow."

Mo Yan quickly replied, "Thank you then."

Zhang Zhiqin was at a loss as to how to reply, but fortunately Mo Yan sent another.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

Uh, I'm tweeting with you. How do I sleep?

Zhang Zhiqin felt that Mo Yan seemed a bit strange today and asked.

"Are you really Agent Mo?"

A voice was sent directly from the other side, and Zhang Zhiqin looked back at Fang Xiaole, who was sleeping next to him, pulling the towel blanket over his head to cover himself.

Then hiding under the blanket, he put the phone's to his ear.

"Just call me Mo Smoke."

The voice was the decidedly icy and unmistakable voice of Mo Yan.

"Hey, why don't I just call you Mo?"

"Suit yourself."

The speed with which Mo Yan replied to WeChat was just like her style of doing things, fast, accurate, and concise.

This made Zhang Zhiqin not know what to talk about, and didn't dare to say I wanted to sleep, what if this sister gets angry?

I could only ask without words, "Are Mr. Lin and Fangfang asleep?"

Mo Yan quickly said, "They're already asleep, where's Assistant Director Fang?"

Zhang Zhiqin pulled the blanket over his head open a crack and looked to the side, Fang Xiaole was sleeping so deeply that his head also seemed to be covered in the blanket.

He hid back under the blanket and quietly typed a reply, "Fang is also asleep, why aren't you asleep?"

"Couldn't sleep, just someone to talk to."

Mo Yan replied again at light speed.

Uh....

"Okay, so what do you want to talk about?"

Zhang Zhiqin scratched her head for half a day and had a hard time coming up with something to say.

"Whatever."

Mo Yan immediately replied.

Zhang Zhiqin was scratching his hair off, thinking to himself that I don't have anything in common with you, so I'm just making a hard conversation?

"Can you hurry up?"

Mo Yan actually sent another one over.

Why is this still urgent?

Zhang Zhiqin was even more panicked, and after thinking for a while, he finally came up with a common topic with Mo Yan, and he suddenly typed excitedly.

"Is your leg any better? It can close, right?"

"You're sick, aren't you?!" Mo Yan seconds scolded.

I'm not going to be able to do anything about it," he said.

He quickly typed, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

When Zhang Zhiqin was blindfolded and sending WeChat messages to Mo Yan, next to him, Fang Xiaole, who was already "asleep", was also hiding under the covers, holding his phone in both hands and typing rapidly, sending a message to Lin Yao.

"Didn't Agent Mo come to rush you to bed today?"

Lin Yao replied, "Smoke is already asleep, what about you, didn't you just say that you and Zhang Zhiqin slept in the same tent? Is he asleep? Did we make any noise talking?"

Fang Xiaole gently pulled the thin blanket over his head open a crack and took a glance to the side, only to see that Zhang Zhiqin had his back to him, sleeping with his head covered.

He ducked back under the blanket and continued typing.

"Zhang Zhiqin is asleep and can't make any noise, and I was hiding under the covers to send you a message."

"That feels so interesting." Lin Yao replied.

Fang Xiaole laughed as if he could see a girl in a nightgown lying on her bed looking at her phone and smiling secretly.

"How's the festival catalogue going? That, do you have confidence?"

Lin Yao sent another one.

Fang Xiaole replied, "Just now Zhang Zhiqin also asked me if I had confidence in this program, but I pretended to be asleep and didn't answer him."

"You, why didn't you answer someone on purpose?"

Fang Xiaole said, "I'm actually confident, but I can't say whether the show is good or not, it's still up to the audience to evaluate it, we just have to do our best to make the show good."

"Mm, what you said is really good."

Lin Yao was like a little fan girl, so she felt that Fang Xiaole was right about everything he said.

"What about you, how did the intercession talk go for Mercedes?"

Fang Xiaole knew that this endorsement was important to Lin Yao, and had followed it online when he had time, but he hadn't seen any news about it.

"Sister Smoke said it's almost done, we might have to sign the contract tomorrow."

Lin Yao replied.

"Congratulations, I'll be seeing you in a Mercedes commercial from now on, it's said that car manufacturers like to send cars to their endorsers, is that true?"

Fang Xiaole smiled and typed.

"I don't know ah, it's all Smoke talking, she said I just have to sit next to her and smile nicely."

Lin Yao obviously didn't know anything about these things, or rather, it was Mo Yan who had always protected her well.

"Although Mo Broker looks fierce, she's really quite nice to you, by the way, is she married yet?"

Fang Xiaole asked casually, "These two days, I don't have time during the day, so I can only take the night to talk for a while before going to bed, and the two of them can talk about almost anything and anything.

"Sister Smoke seems to have been married once before and then separated, she seems to dislike being asked about this, Fang Fang and I never mention this in front of her."

Lin Yao reminded, "You have to remember oh, never ask this question in front of Sister Smoke."

On the other side of the blanket, Zhang Zhiqin yawned silently and painfully continued to chat with Mo Yan, finally coming up with a topic once again.

"Mo, are you married?"

This one question was so rewarding for Zhang Zhiqin that she not only received a kind voice from Mo Yan.

"It's none of your business whether I'm married or not!"

And managed to abort the chat - Mo Smoke never messaged again.

"Can you even be angry about that?"

Zhang Zhiqin also waited with wide eyes for half a day, and finally had to put down her phone and helplessly stuck her head out of the blanket, puzzled.

Only thirty-three years old and you're so moody?

Women are so scary!

At this time, Yun Hai, Lin Yao and the three of them were staying in that hotel.

Mo Yan was sitting on the bed with her knees in her arms, her chin on her overlapping arms, her eyes confused.

It was very different from her usual smart and capable appearance.

For a long time, Mo Yan picked up the phone she had thrown on the bed, and found a photo in the photo album that wasn't very clear.

It must have been taken about ten years ago, at a time when mobile phone camera pixels were still relatively low.

In the photo, a girl with long hair and wearing a wedding dress was snuggling up to a man, the girl's face was pretty and her smile was sweet.

The girl's facial features were extremely similar to Mo Yan's.

To be precise, it was the same Mo Yan from ten years ago.

This was a wedding photo of the young Mo Yan.

"Today is the 29th of September, it's exactly ten years ah..."