My Wife Is Obviously A Queen But She Is Too Virtuous

Chapter 77: Thoughts from a Straight Guy

It’s late at night.

In the dark and secluded alley, a tall and thin figure slowly walked on the road.

He did not drink, but his steps were a little heavy.

The night wind blew across his face, blowing the hair hanging on his forehead, and also disturbed the restless mood.

“Brother, you must think clearly. If you make up your mind, you must go on firmly. If you can’t bear it, then don’t start.

Lin Yao is a good girl, if you can’t be responsible for her to the end, don’t hurt others. ”

This is what Hong Sanshi said to Fang Xiaole before leaving after dinner.

In fact, Fang Xiaole had already thought about what Hong Sanshi said, and he thought about it further.

It’s just that now he and Lin Yao are still far from that point, and even the relationship between the two has not been determined.

After all, the two of them have known each other for less than a month, and their understanding is not deep enough. Maybe after a while, the throbbing from that night will slowly disappear?

Fang Xiaole is also a traditional person. He is twenty-six at the end of the year. At this age, falling in love is going to get married and spend all his life.

If the two parties do not know the roots, do not have a sufficient understanding of the other’s family, and just rely on fairy-tale love at first sight, how far can they go?

More importantly, Fang Xiaole has no career now and does not have enough confidence to not become a drag on Lin Yao.

This world is very realistic, and no relationship can be placed in a vacuum without being disturbed by the world.

What’s more, Lin Yao is still a big star with countless fans. If he and her are together, the difficulties they will face may be unimaginable.

Fang Xiaole hopes that if that time comes, he will have enough strength to face it.

“You have to work harder and go higher…”

This is the first time in his life that Fang Xiaole has seriously thought about his relationship with a member of the opposite sex.

In the end, this thought from a straight man inexplicably turned into a motivation to encourage him to “work hard and make progress every day”…

There was a vibration from Li’s trouser pocket, Fang Xiaole picked up the phone and looked at it, finally showing a smile on his face.

It was a message from Fangfang, the “middleman”.

“Fang planning, Sister Yao asked me to ask if you are asleep?”

Fang Xiaole walked into the community and replied:

“Assistant Liu, please tell Lin Yao, I went to dinner with Brother Hong, and I just got home now.”

When Fang Xiaole walked into the rented building, went down the stairs, and entered the rented house, Fangfang’s message came again:

“Sister Yao asks what you eat and have you drunk, she said you can’t drink with your throat.”

Although across the screen of the phone, Fang Xiaole seemed to be able to feel the unforgettable expression on Fangfang’s face at this time.

“Tell Lin Yao, please tell me that I didn’t drink… Brother Hong knows that she is injured, and will help her to avoid violent running and confrontation when recording the show.”

This time the opposite party was silent for a long time before sending a message, and it was a voice:

“Thank you.”

The voice is gentle and pleasant, clear and pleasant, it is Lin Yao’s voice.

Fang Xiaole was dumbfounded and listened to it twice before typing and asking:

“Are Broker Mo away?”

Lin Yao said before that Mo Yan had personally guarded her these days, keeping every step of the way, letting Fangfang pass messages in hiding, making it like a spy movie.

Lin Yao dared to speak up just now, indicating that Mo Yan was not by her side for the time being.

Somehow, even though I have heard Lin Yao’s voice many times, the voice just now made Fang Xiaole feel exceptionally sweet.

It’s like eating iced watermelon in summer, it’s sweet, crisp and refreshing, as if it penetrates the apex of the heart.

Fang Xiaole thought it was weird that he was doing this, probably because he hadn’t heard Lin Yao’s voice for several days, so a little thing is rare, right?

It might be more comfortable to meet and talk face to face…

An unrealistic thought suddenly emerged in Fang Xiaole’s heart.

As soon as this idea came up, I received a video call request from Fangfang on WeChat.

Could it be…

Is this really inspiring?

Fang Xiaole switched on the video, and the face that had not been seen for several days appeared on the screen.

The pretty face is shy, with beautiful eyes smiling. Although she is facing the camera at close range, it does not affect the beauty and tenderness of this face in the slightest.

“Did you see it?”

Lin Yao’s cheeks were a little red, and she gently stroked the drooping green silk in her ears, and asked in a low voice.

“As you can see, you have lost weight.”

Fang Xiaole looked at her on the screen, somehow the first line of her mouth was a vulgar romantic drama line.

“I’m busy recording songs during this time, I’m a little tired…”

Lin Yao blinked and stared at him on the screen with peach blossom eyes:

“You have lost weight too.”

Vomit~~

There was a slightly exaggerated vomiting sound nearby, and Fangfang couldn’t bear to come over to take the phone.

“Just look at it, Sister Yao, Sister Yan will come in whenever you call outside.”

“Oh, wait a minute, one minute is good?”

Lin Yao clutched the phone tightly, pleadingly pleading with Fangfang.

“Ugh!”

Fangfang was defeated, so she had to stand aside reluctantly, and she glared at Fang Xiaole on the other side of the screen as she walked.

“Is this your bedroom in the hotel?”

Fang Xiaole looked at it through the screen. Lin Yao was behind the bed, and there was a piece of lingerie hanging on the hanger beside the bed, which was still lovely pink.

“Ah!”

Lin Yao noticed that Fang Xiaole’s eyes shifted to the side. When she looked sideways, her face flushed with shame, and she quickly shifted the phone lens to the side.

“Ahem.”

Fang Xiaole was also a little embarrassed, he didn’t mean it, it was really too conspicuous that the thing hung there.

The two of them kept their heads down across the screen, and they didn’t know what to say for a while.

“Is the recording going well today? When will the new album be released?”

It was Fang Xiaole who broke the silence first.

“Well, it’s all recorded. The company is in post-production. Sister Yan said it would take a day or two to promote it before sending it out.”

Lin Yao looked up at Fang Xiaole, then lowered her head embarrassedly, and continued:

“Sister Yan will post a video of my song recording on Weibo tomorrow. It was taken by a photographer hired by the company. It is more…better-looking than the one Fangfang sent to you that day. If you have time, go there. have a look.”

“This is also for your new album promotion, right? I must go and see it.”

Fang Xiaole estimated that this was also one of Lin Yao’s propaganda methods. Just now Fangfang said that Mo Yan had gone out to make a phone call, and he was probably arranging these things.

“By the way, how are your feet? The photos you posted last time I seem to be a little swollen?”

Fang Xiaole thought of Lin Yao’s injury and asked quickly.

“Oh, look at it.”

Lin Yao thought he wanted to see, so she pointed the camera of the phone at her feet, paused, and then stretched out a hand to take off the slippers on her feet, revealing the white soles of the feet.