Why did he suddenly send me a WeChat message?

This seems to be the first time he took the initiative to send me a message?

Wow!

Lin Yao held her cell phone and stared at the line of words on the screen without blinking.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and typed: "Not yet, where are you?"

It was deleted immediately.

Such a conversation should appear between familiar lovers, right?

I would have asked this myself if it seemed too much, what if he thought I was a very casual girl?

After thinking about it, Lin Yao typed again: "I'll take a break soon."

Then it was deleted again.

This is too alienating, as if it is hinting others not to disturb her.

So I typed again, deleted again, re-typed again, deleted again

Finally, when Fang Xiaole reached the entrance of the Hilton Hotel and thought Lin Yao was really asleep, she received her reply.

"Not yet, do you have something to come to me?"

Fang Xiaole typed: "I happened to pass by the Hilton Hotel and brought you something by the way so that Fangfang could come down and get it?"

While recording the song, Lin Yao mentioned to Fang Xiaole that she had stayed in the Hilton Hotel.

A few minutes later, Fangfang, wearing a cartoon pajamas, hurried out.

Seeing Fang Xiaole standing at the door, Fangfang walked over helplessly: "Assistant Fang, why did you run over so late?"

"Sorry, please come out for a while. I bought two bottles of blood circulation and blood removal medicine. Please give it to Lin Yao for help. Thank you."

Fang Xiaole handed the plastic bag containing the medicine bottle and paper strips to Fangfang.

"Sister Yao already has medicine." Fangfang said impatiently, and took the bag in her hand and glanced at Fang Xiaole: "But you are still thinking, I, Sister Yao, thank you."

"No, it's all my fault, this is what I should do."

Fang Xiaole waved his hands repeatedly and then said, "Then I won't disturb you to rest, good night."

"Okay, bye."

Fangfang said goodbye to Fang Xiaole, took the elevator to the 16th floor, and returned to the suite where Lin Yao lived.

In order to facilitate the care of Lin Yao, Mo Yan arranged for Fangfang and Lin Yao to live in the same high-end suite, while Mo Yan himself lived in the standard room downstairs.

However, Mo Yan specifically reminded Fangfang not to let Lin Yao contact or contact "unrelated people" again, not to let her see the bad news on the Internet, and to let her go to bed early.

"Oh, if Sister Yan knew that I hadn't done anything she told me, I would definitely be scolded to death."

Fangfang sighed, returned to the suite, and walked into the bedroom.

"What did he give me? Hurry, give me it."

Lin Yao had long been sitting by the bed, stretched her neck and waited. If the doctor hadn't told her that her feet would not go down the ground, she would have run over and snatched the thing from Fangfang's hand.

"It's just two bottles of medicine."

Fangfang yawned and handed Lin Yao the plastic bag. She was too sleepy and said to Lin Yao: "Sister Yao, you have a rest early." Then she walked out of the bedroom.

"Okay, good night."

After Fangfang turned off the light and closed the bedroom door, Lin Yao immediately turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone and took out two bottles of medicine from the plastic bag.

They are two common bottles of potions for treating bruises and injuries, but Lin Yao took them in front of her, looked up and down, left and right, and her lips curled up, and she couldn't close her smile.

My wife cakes were bought by me, so this is the first time he took the initiative to buy things for me!

These two bottles of medicine must be kept well.

The dark bedroom came, and the moonlight shone out of the window, fell on the bed in tiny ways, and fell on the girl in a white nightgown. The girl pursed her lips shyly, like a beautiful and lovely moon-beneath the elf.

By the way, didn’t the doctor prescribe me the medicine for the foot?

Why did he buy me medicine?

Suddenly, Lin Yao's eyes moved slightly and she saw a note in the plastic bag.

She took out the note and illuminated the words on it with her mobile phone:

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect your back to be injured. It's all my fault, I'm sorry."

Lin Yao paused on her face.

Did he know that my back was also injured?

Lin Yao remembered what Fang Xiaole and Fangfang said separately when she left the recording studio after recording the song in the afternoon.

It should be what Fangfang told him at that time?

Looking down at the note, she could feel his guilt and discomfort from the lines.

This made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Yao suddenly picked up her phone and entered text in the WeChat dialog box.

Fang Xiaole sat on the last bus to the old street, leaned his head against the car window, and stared blankly at the dim street covered in night outside the window.

He took out his headphones, connected them to his phone, opened a music software, and searched for the singer's name: Lin Yao.

More than ten songs soon appeared.

Two or three of them ranked in the top 50 on the Hot Songs List.

Fang Xiaole created a new song list, and then listed all Lin Yao's songs. After thinking about it, he gave the song list a name.

"Her Song"

Fang Xiaole put on her headphones and started playing her songs.

"The sand in the wind and the flowers in the rain will never be touched by him."

The gentle and sad songs came into the eardrums and penetrated into the heart.

This song is the title song of Lin Yao’s previous album, called “He Can’t Touch”.

Although the melody of the song is not as top-notch, Lin Yao's voice is very attractive. Fang Xiaole quickly fell into her singing. He closed his eyes and felt a little irritable mood gradually calmed down.

At the end of the song, Fang Xiaole was still a little impressed. After listening to it twice, he set "He who can't touch" to the ringtone of his mobile phone, and then set the lyrics of the last line to the prompt sound of WeChat.

At this time, the old street arrived and Fang Xiaole got off the bus.

The community he rented was relatively remote, and it took about two kilometers to walk from the bus stop to get back to the rental house.

Under the moonlight, Fang Xiaole walked alone in the narrow alley.

Everything around was silent, and the broken street lights were swallowed by the darkness. Only Fang Xiaole's own footsteps echoed in the streets, clear and lonely.

"The sand at the fingertips, the one in his heart, has been waiting for her."

The crisp and gentle song sounded, which was the last lyrics of "He Can't Touch". Fang Xiaole took out his cell phone and saw the WeChat message sent by Lin Yao.

"I'm fine, don't think too much. Fangfang likes to make a fuss. Have you arrived home?"

A warm light suddenly sprinkled above his head. Fang Xiaole looked up and somehow, a broken street light actually lit up again.

He smiled and walked out of the alley under the street lights, with a bright light in front of him.

It's almost home.

"It's coming soon. The medicine works very well. Apply it twice a day in the morning and evening, don't forget."

Fang Xiaole typed and replied.

"Yeah, thank you."

Lin Yao came back soon.

"The third issue will be recorded next Monday. You can rest well in the past few days."

Fang Xiaole sent a message, thought for a while, and added: "Be careful when recording the program and pay attention to protecting yourself."

"Well, don't worry, I'm really fine." Lin Yao added a muscle-lit expression behind the text.

"I'm home, you can rest early." Fang Xiaole wanted to continue calling good night, but after thinking about it, deleted the sentence, and typed it again:

“I like your songs very much.”

However, after this message was sent, no reply from Lin Yao was received.
Chapter completed!