My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"That's just a female guest, I don't have any impression of her."

Fang Xiaole couldn't help but laugh and cry, women really did love to be jealous, even a girl as gentle and understanding as Lin Yao was not immune to vulgarity.

"Really?"

But Lin Yao looked like she was still easy to coax, and a hint of joy appeared on her face when Fang Xiaole just said.

"Really!"

Fang Xiaole nodded affirmatively.

"But..." Lin Yao still couldn't help but say, "Her legs are really long."

"Long legs aren't necessarily pretty." Fang Xiaole said sincerely, "I think you're much prettier than her in this dress!"

With his straight thinking, he thought that this would definitely make Lin Yao happy, but he had dug himself a hole.

"Looks like my legs really aren't long enough."

Lin Yao said somewhat self-pityingly, squatting down slightly and covering her legs with her hands in a humble manner.

"Huh?"

Fang Xiaole was stunned, not expecting Lin Yao to understand his words so well.

In fact, that wasn't the only thing he didn't expect, because right now Lin Yao was thinking to herself.

"So he really only likes me to dress like this, how about I buy him a skirt that's a little shorter and more leggy next time? That way.... He'll stop looking at girls with longer legs than me, well, just do it!"

"Lin Yao, your legs are long and beautiful too! You're the prettiest girl in my mind!"

Fang Xiaole saw that his words had caused ambiguity and remedied the situation.

"Really?" Lin Yao's beautiful eyes glared.

"Of course it's true..." Fang Xiaole relaxed slightly and asked, "Are you happy now?"

"Um, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought out of the blue again." Lin Yao was embarrassed.

Although she said so, her heart was still firm on the idea of going to buy another JK suit with a shorter skirt.

Because Fang Xiaole had just said, "I think you're prettier than her in this outfit!"

See, the point is: "You're only prettier than other women in this dress."

And what if you don't wear the dress?

Lin Yao, who is in love for the first time, doesn't know how to please the guy she likes. All her experience in love comes from TV dramas, novels, and a website called "The King of Love".

The first thing you need to know is how to make your boyfriend happy, and you can only rely on online strategies and your own instincts to do it.

The final solution is: whatever he likes, she will dress up as.

This may sound very humble, but it's actually just the desperate desire in the heart of a zero-experience girl to cherish the relationship.

This kind of simple girl is usually prone to meet scum and be deceived into losing her self and self-esteem.

But Lin Yao was lucky, she met a straight guy who was also blank in his feelings.

Fang Xiaole didn't know how to cheer Lin Yao up either, he would only put it into action, like sending her songs, like giving her all the studio proceeds, and even including Lin Yao in every step of his life plan later on.

It's just that he doesn't know how to put these thoughts to her.

Or rather, the straight man was all focused on action, but shy to express them with his mouth.

The two of them were just clumsily trying to make the other person's life better and happier.

"Lin Yao, come out and eat the fruit."

It was so sudden that the bedroom door was knocked twice, Mo Yan opened the door, and as soon as she took a step further, she stopped abruptly, her mouth slightly open, her face a rare shock.

Lin Yao, who dressed historically conservatively, was actually dressed like this in front of Fang Xiaole?

This isn't a video chat, it's clearly a fling!

"You guys go on......."

Bang!

Mo Yan said something to Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole in the phone screen and closed the bedroom door.

"Sister Smoke, what's wrong?"

Fang Fang was eating a mango and when she saw Mo Yan, who had gone to call Lin Yao, suddenly exit Lin Yao's bedroom and had brought the door with her, she asked unknowingly.

"It's nothing, Lin Yao is videoing with Fang Xiaole."

Mo Yan calmed her shock and consternation a bit and turned to Fangfang and smiled.

"Let's just leave them alone."

Fawn swallowed a piece of mango in her mouth, oddly.

"Yao often video chat with Fang Xiaole in front of us ah, why would she bother?"

Fawn was puzzled.

"Anyway, don't go in, I'm leaving."

Mo Yan picked up her bag and hurried out of Lin Yao's apartment.

"Sister Smoke is in such a hurry to get home? Smokey!"

Flora shouted after her, but Mo Smoke was already out the door.

"Why is Smoke a little weird?"

Fangfang muttered strangely to herself.

Mo Yan left Lin Yao's apartment and got into her car, but didn't start it, sitting dumbly in the driver's seat.

For a long time, she took out her phone and sent a message to someone.

"What are you doing?"

Silly X: "Take boiling water to soak the box lunch."

Mo Smoke: "Why do you need to soak it in boiling water?"

Silly X: "I've been working on a tight schedule lately, and I often can't eat after dinner, and the boxed lunch I bought has been cold for a long time, so I can't eat it without soaking it."

"Didn't you just get out of the hospital? Just a cold box lunch?" Mo Yan frowned.

"Can't help it, big sister, isn't this busy?" Zhang Zhiqin took a couple of bites of the half-cold boxed lunch and took the time to return another message.

"By the way, what did you want to see me about?"

Mo Yan: "Nothing."

Silly X: "Oh, it's fine, then rest early, don't stay up late when you're older."

Mo Yan: "Get out!"

Once again, furiously ending the call with this idiot X, Mo Yan sat in the car, the exasperated expression on her face fading away.

"The box lunch gets cold easily?"

Mo Yan took her phone to an online shopping app, bought two microwave ovens, wrote the address of the Orange House, the recipient wrote Zhang Zhiqin, and added a delivery fee requesting that they be delivered tomorrow.

After doing this, she rested her head back on the seat backrest and couldn't help but have a smile on her face.

"This stupid X!"

The next day at noon, Orange House.

The crew had just finished recording a segment and everyone was taking a break when Zhang Zhiqin's phone rang.

"Hello, I'm from Fei Tong Express, is this Mr. Sha?"

"Mr. Shah? You called the wrong number, didn't you?" Zhang Zhiqin was strange.

"That's right." The courier checked the phone number and address again, "It's your phone number, may I ask if your name is Sand Fork?"

"A sand fork?" Zhang Zhiqin was a bit confused, but the courier insisted that the phone number on the list was his, saying that there were two very heavy large boxes and asked him to come out to collect the delivery.

Zhang Zhiqin got two staff members to go out with him, and sure enough, he saw a courier guy on a tricycle carrying two rather large cartons over.

"Mr. Sha, here's your package."

The courier very insistently referred to Zhang Zhiqin as Mr. Sha.

He reluctantly accepted the two large cardboard boxes and saw that the courier slip affixed to them had the name of the recipient written on it.

"Sand forks."

Zhang Zhiqin and the two staff members got the two large boxes back into the courtyard and were curiously stunned as they unwrapped them.

It was actually two microwaves!