Chapter 77

The night is deep.

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

He didn't drink, but his steps were heavy.

The night wind blew across his face, blowing the hair hanging in front of his forehead, and also disordered his already restless mood.

"Brother, you should think clearly. If you make up your mind, you should go on firmly. If you can't bear it, 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 Xiao Le before leaving after dinner.

In fact, Fang Xiaole has long thought about what Hong Sanshi said, and thought further.

But now he and Lin Yao are far from that step, and even the relationship between them has not been determined.

After all, they have known each other for less than a month, and they don't know each other deeply enough. Maybe after a period of time, the palpitations from that night slowly disappeared?

Fang Xiaole is also a traditional person. He is 26 at the end of the year. At this age, falling in love is about getting married and helping each other all his life.

If both sides don't know their roots and know each other's family well enough, how far can they go by virtue of fairy tale love at first sight?

More importantly, Fang Xiaole doesn't have a career now and doesn't have enough confidence to become a drag on Lin Yao.

The world is very realistic. No relationship can be put in a vacuum without being disturbed by the secular world.

Moreover, Lin Yao is also a big star with countless fans. If he and she are together, the difficulties they have to face may be unimaginable.

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

"You have to work harder and go higher..."

This is the first time in Fang Xiaole's life that he seriously thinks about his relationship with a heterosexual.

Finally, this thinking from straight man somehow became the driving force to encourage him to "strive hard and make progress every day"

His trouser pocket vibrated. Fang Xiaole picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. Finally, a smile appeared on his face.

It's a message from Fangfang, the "middleman".

"Fang planning, sister Yao asked me to ask if you slept?"

As Fang Xiaole walked into the community, he replied:

"Assistant Liu, please tell Lin Yao that I went to dinner with brother Hong in the evening. Now I've just returned home."

When Fang Xiaole entered the rented building, went down the stairs and entered the rental house, Fangfang's message came again:

"Sister Yao asked you what you ate and whether you drank. She said your voice can't drink."

Although across the mobile phone screen, Fang Xiaole seems to feel the loveless expression on Fangfang's face at this time.

"Please tell Lin Yao that I didn't drink... Brother Hong knows she's hurt and will help her avoid violent running and confrontation when recording the program."

The message came after a long silence, and it was a voice:

"Thank you."

The voice is gentle and pleasant, crisp and pleasant. It is Lin Yao's voice.

Fang Xiaole was stunned and listened to it twice. Then he typed and asked:

"Isn't Mo here?"

Lin Yao said before that Mo Yan has been watching her in person these days. She has let Fangfang pass on information in hiding, which is like a spy war film.

Just now Lin Yao dared to send a voice, indicating that Mo Yan was not with her for the time being.

Somehow, although I have heard Lin Yao's voice many times, the voice just made Fang Xiaole feel particularly sweet.

It's like eating iced watermelon in summer. It's sweet, crisp and cool, penetrating into the tip of your heart.

Fang Xiaole thinks it's strange that he hasn't heard Lin Yao's voice for several days, so something is rare, isn't it?

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

Fang Xiaole's heart suddenly raised an unrealistic idea.

As soon as the idea arose, a video call request from Fangfang was received in wechat.

Do you?

Is this really a heart?

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

She has a shy face and smiling eyes. Although she looks at the camera closely, it doesn't affect the beauty and tenderness of this face.

"See?"

Lin Yao's cheeks were a little red. She gently stroked the green silk hanging in her ears and asked in a low voice.

"I can see that you are thin."

Fang Xiaole looked at her on the screen and somehow opened her mouth. The first sentence was a rotten romantic drama line.

"I've been busy recording songs during this time. I'm a little tired..."

Lin Yao blinked, and a pair of peach blossom eyes stared at him on the screen:

"You've lost weight, too."

Vomit~~

There was a slightly exaggerated vomit nearby. Fangfang couldn't bear to come and want to take away her mobile phone.

"Just have a look. Sister Yao and sister Yan call outside and will come in at any time."

"Oh, wait a minute, will you?"

Lin Yao clung to her mobile phone and begged to Fangfang pitifully.

"Alas!"

Fangfang was defeated, so she had to stand aside reluctantly and stared at Fang Xiaole at the other end of the screen.

"Is this your bedroom in the hotel?"

Fang Xiaole looks over the screen. Behind Lin Yao is a bed, and there is a lingerie hanging on the hanger at the head of the bed, which is still a lovely pink.

"Ah!"

Lin Yao found that Fang Xiaole's eyes shifted to the side. As soon as she looked sideways, she blushed with shame and quickly turned the mobile phone lens to the side.

"Cough."

Fang Xiaole was also a little embarrassed. He didn't mean it. It was a little too conspicuous to hang there.

Two people so across the screen, head down, I don't know what to say.

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

Or Fang Xiaole took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Well, it's all recorded. The company is in post production. Sister Yan said she would send it out in a day or two."

Lin Yao looked up at Fang Xiaole, then bowed her head in embarrassment and continued:

"Sister Yan will post the video of my song recording on her microblog tomorrow. It was taken by the photographer invited by the company. It's more... Better than what Fangfang sent you that day. If you're free, go and have a look."

"Is this also for your new album promotion? I will see it. "

Fang Xiaole estimates that this is also one of the publicity means of Lin Yao company. Just now Fangfang said that Mo Yan went out to make a phone call. It is estimated that he is arranging these things.

"By the way, how's your foot? The picture you sent last time seems a little swollen to me? "

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

"Oh, you see."

Lin Yao thought he wanted to see it, so he aimed the mobile phone lens at his feet, paused, and stretched out another hand to take off the slippers on his feet, revealing the white and glittering soles of his feet.