"Wife's cake? OK, I'll buy it for you later."

Fang Xiaole didn't know where there would be someone selling his wife's cakes so late. Anyway, I'll coax her to cooperate with the treatment first.

Lin Yao finally let go of her hand holding the table and sat back into the wheelchair. She said embarrassedly to Xiaole, "I'm sorry, let's go."

Fang Xiaole smiled and pushed the wheelchair out of the clinic.

After the two went out, the female doctor with a serious look on her face suddenly opened the drawer, took out her cell phone and sent a WeChat message:

"Husband, I suddenly want to eat my wife's cake."

After Lin Yao went to take the photo, Fang Fang was waiting to get the result, while Fang Xiaole pushed her to the hospitalization department on the fourth floor.

Nowadays, hospitals are all working online. Doctors have sent Lin Yao’s hospitalization information and infusion medicine to the nurse’s station in advance.

In order to facilitate and avoid being recognized, Lin Yao lived in a single room. Fang Xiaole pushed her into the ward. When she saw the bed, she remembered something and was a little embarrassed.

The doctor just told me not to let Lin Yao's feet touch the ground these two days, so why do you let her lie on the hospital bed now?

Do you use a hug?

This is too embarrassing, the relationship between the two is not so close.

Lin Yao obviously knew what Fang Xiaole was thinking. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she supported the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, ready to stand up with one foot.

"Hey, don't move."

Fang Xiaole quickly stopped her, coughed twice, and asked seriously:

"That, the doctor said you can't go down the floor, Fangfang is not here, I'm the one who carried you to bed?"

After saying that, his face turned red. Why did the three words "carrying to bed" sound so awkward?

Fang Xiaole was afraid that Lin Yao would misunderstand, so he quickly added: "I promise to let go soon after helping you get into bed. I will definitely not be able to do that."

"good."

Before he could finish speaking, a sound like a mosquito sounded. Lin Yao lowered her head, her whole body tensed tightly.

"Then I'm here."

After Fang Xiaole finished speaking, she wanted to give herself a mouth, but why is it easier to misunderstand the more she said it?

"Um."

The answer was still soft and slight, and there seemed to be no dissatisfaction.

Fang Xiaole took a deep breath, eliminated the distracting thoughts, squatted down, held Lin Yao's back with his left hand, and walked through her leg bend with his right hand, and hugged her hard.

Very light.

Lin Yao has such a good figure, she thought she would be a little heavy.

I didn't expect it to be so light.

Fang Xiaole didn't know what he was thinking about, and didn't notice that when his hand held Lin Yao's back, a look of pain flashed across her face.

This was the first time Lin Yao was hugged by a princess like a opposite sex. She was so nervous that she was afraid that she would fall down, so she subconsciously stretched out her hands and hugged Fang Xiaole's neck.

Fang Xiaole was stunned, with a soft and tender fragrance in his arms, and a pair of soft arms wrapped around his neck. A faint fragrance penetrated into his nose, causing an inexplicable panic in his heart.

I couldn't help but look down and happened to meet two gentle gazes from bottom to top.

The ward became quiet for a moment.

"What are you doing? Let her go?!"

A woman wearing a suit and trousers and wearing capable and short hair walked into the ward. When she saw this scene, she immediately shouted loudly.

"Sister Yan? Are you not in Kyoto?"

Lin Yao turned around and saw the visitor, and shouted subconsciously, and at the same time, she let go of her hand holding Fang Xiaole's neck like an electric shock.

"Agent Mo, don't get me wrong. Lin Yao's feet can't walk. I want to help her lie down on the hospital bed."

Fang Xiaole had met Mo Yan several times and knew that she was Lin Yao's agent. He was a little guilty for some reason. He quickly explained and quickly put Lin Yao on the hospital bed.

"Yes, Sister Yan, my feet are inconvenient, Fang Xiaole just kindly helps me."

Lin Yao also helped explain.

Mo Yan looked at the two of them and said with a cold face: "Then why not call the nurse?"

Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Yes, why didn’t we expect to ask a nurse to help?

"Oh!" Lin Yao was so embarrassed that she almost hid in the quilt. She didn't pay attention to her back and the hospital bed for a while, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Yan quickly came over and stood in front of the hospital bed, like an old hen protecting food blocking the weasel coveting his own chicks, and separated Fang Xiaole with a calm expression.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Lin Yao didn't dare to say that there was still injuries on her back, and she lay on the hospital bed, holding Mo Yan's hand.

"Sister Yan, this is Fang Xiaole from the Super Challenge Program Team. He really just wants to help, don't get me wrong."

"So it's Assistant Fang. We met at the recording site. Hello, let me get to know each other officially. I am Lin Yao's agent, my name is Mo Yan."

Mo Yan gently stroked the slightly chaotic bangs on Lin Yao's forehead, turned around and reached out to his hand.

Mo Yan originally wanted to deal with Lin Yao's new album in Kyoto, but yesterday he was worried after learning that Lin Yao was injured. After talking to the company this afternoon, he took a plane to Jiangrong City.

After getting off the plane and contacting Fangfang, she realized that Lin Yao's illness was so serious that she was going to be hospitalized. She was shocked and asked Fangfang to send the hospital and bed number, and then rushed over.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped into the ward, I saw this "unbearable" scene.

At this moment, her eyes staring at Fang Xiaole were full of vigilance.

"Hello, Agency Mo." Fang Xiaole also reached out and shook her.

"I'm sorry just now, I misunderstood you. Thank you for coming to help. Please also ask you to express your gratitude to Director Li on my behalf. The program team is intent."

Mo Yan apologized with a smile, but he seemed extremely alienated in his words, and classified Fang Xiaole's behavior of accompanying Lin Yao to see a doctor as the arrangement of the program team.

This is a business, and the nature of it is completely different from private companionship.

Mo Yan's words are very obvious, which means he does not want other men to have contact with his own artists beyond their work relationship.

"Sister Yan!" Lin Yao couldn't help but shout.

"Yaoyao, aren't you tired? Let's take a break first, don't worry, Sister Yan will be with you tonight."

Mo Yan turned around and showed a gentle smile at Lin Yao, then turned to the other party Xiaole and turned into a formulaic smile:

"It's quite late, Assistant Fang waits, I'll call the driver and ask him to take you back."

Fang Xiaole was about to speak when a nurse pushed a cart with an infusion bottle and potion in.

"Bed 68, Lin Yao."

"Yes." Lin Yao replied, but her voice was a little shaking.

"You have two groups of fluids, one that is anti-inflammatory and one that is cooler."

While hanging the infusion bottle on the infusion rack next to the hospital bed, the nurse connected the tube of the needle to the infusion bottle.

"Can you not have infusion?"

When the nurse held the needle and bent down to give Lin Yao an injection, she hid both hands in the quilt and was reluctant to take it out.

"The doctor said that your tonsils are very inflamed and you need to have an infusion."

The nurse Wen Yan persuaded Lin Yao, who was still unwilling to stretch out her hand, was filled with fear when she looked at the needle.

"Sorry, she is not afraid of pain in normal times. But something happened when she was a child, so she has a psychological impact on injections and infusions."

Mo Yan explained to the nurse, and the nurse nodded and expressed her understanding: "It doesn't matter, but you'd better persuade her. If it's too serious, it will affect her throat."

"Okay, please wait."

Mo Yan turned to Lin Yao and persuaded him: "You have heard it too. If you drag it down, it will affect your throat."

Lin Yao hesitated for a while, but looked at the needle and shrank into the quilt again.

"Lin Yao, if you are obedient to infusion, and when the disease is cured, we will continue to record songs tomorrow, and then"

Fang Xiaole suddenly said, "I'll buy you another wife cake."

Mo Yan suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Xiaole. If there weren't a nurse there, she would have just quarreled.

What rights do you have to decide when my artist will record songs?

Still buying wife cakes?

It's so laughing!

My Yaoyao doesn’t like eating those cakes, cakes and cakes the most.

"Then we agreed."

Hearing Fang Xiaole's words, Lin Yao blinked and finally slowly stretched out her hand from the quilt.

Mo Yan: "?"
Chapter completed!