Chapter 70

In the bedroom of the hotel suite, Lin Yao's hair was wet and most of her skirt was wet. She was wrapped in a thin towel quilt and curled up on the sofa.

Her cheeks were reddish, and there was water in her peach blossom eyes.

"You only sent photos of your feet. Where's your back?"

What does he mean?

Is it... Want me to take a picture of my back to show him?

This is too much!

Lin Yao patted the sofa in some shame. She puffed her mouth and was angry for a long time. She stood up and walked to the wall and turned on the bright headlights.

Then put your hand behind your back and get ready to zip down the dress on your back.

Then he acted and looked at the stupid girl in the mirror whose shoulders were red.

"Oh! Am I crazy? Can I really show him? "

Lin Yao covered her face and felt ashamed of her behavior just now.

Ding!

When the wechat prompt sound started, Lin Yao quickly pulled back a small half of the zipper, went to the sofa and picked up the mobile phone.

"I didn't mean that! I mean, how's your back injury? "

Sure enough, Fang Xiaole also found that his sentence was a little ambiguous, so he sent another message to explain.

Lin Yao immediately realized that she really wanted to be crooked. At this time, she was even more ashamed. Fortunately, no one saw her absurd behavior just now, otherwise she would have no face to see others!

"Sister Yao, why haven't you taken a bath yet? If you get so wet, you'll catch a cold! "

At this time, Fangfang rushed in and talked.

Seeing that Lin Yao is holding a mobile phone and her cheeks are red, Fangfang reluctantly asked, "is it really the news from Fang planning?"

Lin Yao nodded shyly, "it's him. Let's just talk."

Fangfang looked like I knew it:

"Sister Yao, why don't you tell Fang planning to talk to him after you take a bath? Sister Yan will come tomorrow. What if you really catch a cold?"

The recording ended at about seven o'clock this evening. Fangfang thought she would return to the hotel early, but Lin Yao suddenly went to the otolaryngology department of several hospitals and several traditional Chinese medicine clinics on the grounds of "trying to relax".

All the questions were about throat treatment. Fangfang didn't react for a moment. She thought Lin Yao was too tired to record songs these two days and her voice was uncomfortable.

Later, after listening to Lin Yao describe her "illness" to the doctor, she realized that sister Yao was planning to find a way to cure her throat.

She knows that Fang Xiaole's voice has become hoarse and ugly because of her bad voice, and she can't sing for a long time.

And it is said that Fang Xiaole has seen many hospitals, but there is no way to cure them.

Fangfang can also see that Fang Xiaole likes singing very much, otherwise he can't write such a beautiful song.

That night, when she saw Fang Xiaole playing and singing attentively, Fangfang was very sorry for him.

For a singer, a bad voice should be a very painful thing.

However, to Fangfang's surprise, sister Yao actually put it in her heart and even quietly went to help Fang Xiaole find a doctor.

However, after asking about more than half of Jiangrong City, the results were disappointing. Most of those hospitals or clinics said that Xiaole's voice was helpless. Others asked Lin Yao to take Fang Xiaole himself to have them checked next time.

In short, tonight's journey has not yielded results.

When they went to the last TCM clinic, the road was a little narrow. The car couldn't reach the door of the clinic. Lin Yao and Fangfang got off and walked there. When they came out of the clinic, it suddenly rained, and most of them were wet.

Hurried back to the hotel, they had planned to take a bath immediately, but at this time, Lin Yao just received a wechat.

As soon as Lin Yao looked at her mobile phone, she was not even busy taking a bath. Once she returned to her room, she ran to her bedroom.

Fangfang is not too stupid. She guessed that most of the wechat was sent by Fang Xiaole. She urged several times, but Lin Yao was still unmoved.

Mo Yan will come to Jiangrong tomorrow and brings a production team to say that he wants to make a short film of recording songs for Lin Yao and send it to Weibo to warm up the publicity for the new album and fight back against Huang Yin, who has become more and more arrogant recently.

If sister Yan brings people here tomorrow, but finds that Lin Yao caught a cold because she went out to "relax" in the rain at night, won't she be scolded again?

Thinking of this, Fangfang had no choice but to rush into Lin Yao's bedroom and "catch" her out.

"Let me say again, no, two words. When sister Yan comes tomorrow, she won't let me contact him. Please, Fangfang ~ ~"

Lin Yao stood up with her arm pulled by Fangfang. She grabbed the armrest on the side of the sofa and begged pitifully like a prisoner about to be pulled to the execution ground.

"Alas!"

Fangfang got goose bumps by the soft voice, so she had to let go and said angrily, "don't blame me for catching a cold!"

Lin Yao smiled and hugged the little assistant. She pushed her away and quickly picked up her mobile phone to type Fang Xiaole.

Her voice is a little urn now. She is afraid that Fang Xiaole will recognize that she is in the rain and can only type.

"My back is also well. You don't have to worry. Sister Yan will come to Jiangrong tomorrow. I may not be able to use my mobile phone these days. See you when recording the program. Good night."

After sending the message, Fang Xiaole quickly replied:

"Then concentrate on recording songs and pay attention to rest. See you when you record the program. Good night."

This time it was not voice, but text.

Lin Yao was a little disappointed. She gently bit her lower lip and typed another line:

"Sorry, can you voice this sentence just now?"

Wait a moment, no response.

Perhaps Fang Xiaole thought this request was strange. Lin Yao showed some slight disappointment on her face and was preparing to put down her mobile phone.

Ding!

Fang Xiaole sent a voice over. It was the same sentence just now:

"Pay attention to rest. See you when you record the program. Good night."

Lin Yao pursed her lips and happily replied, "thank you. Good night."

This just contentedly put down the mobile phone, but saw that Fangfang's face was already ugly.

She spat out her tongue, smiled and wanted to hold Fangfang again. She was dragged into the bathroom by the little assistant.

"Oh, Fangfang, I can wash it myself."

"No, I want to supervise you. Sister Yao, you've gone too far lately!"

"Oh, I'll take it off myself. Don't do it."

......

"Why did Lin Yao want me to send voice again?"

When he rented the house, Fang Xiaole was a little confused. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of the reason. He thought it was probably a personal hobby. He continued to study with his heart.

He didn't know that when Lin Yao took a bath, blew her hair, turned off the light and slept in bed, she quietly took out her headphones from under her pillow, plugged them into her mobile phone and opened her chat with Fang Xiaole.

Listening to every voice he sent over again and again, especially the last "good night", with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, he slowly fell asleep.

Lin Yao used to listen to songs and sleep.

Now Lin Yao likes to sleep with his voice.

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