In the bedroom of the hotel suite, Lin Yao's hair was wet, her skirt was mostly wet, and she was curled up on the sofa with a thin towel.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with water.

"You only sent photos of your feet, where is your back?"

What does he mean?

Could it be that I wanted to take a picture of my back for him to show?

This is too much!

Lin Yao patted the sofa with some shame and annoyance, bulged her mouth for a long time, stood up and walked to the wall and turned on the bright headlights.

Then reach behind your back and prepare to zip the zipper on the back of your dress.

Then he paused and looked at the fool girl in the mirror whose shoulders were red.

"Oh! Am I crazy? Do you really take pictures for him?!"

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

bite!

When the WeChat prompt sounded, Lin Yao quickly pulled back the zipper that had been pulled down halfway, walked to the sofa and picked up her phone.

"I didn't mean that! I mean how was the injury on your back?"

Sure enough, Fang Xiaole also found that what he said just now was a bit ambiguous, so he sent another message to explain.

Lin Yao suddenly realized that she was really thinking wrongly, and she was even more ashamed at this time. Fortunately, no one saw his absurd actions just now, otherwise she would have no shame to see anyone!

"Sister Yao, why haven't you taken a shower yet? You're so wet, you'll catch a cold!"

At this time, Fangfang rushed in and muttered.

Seeing Lin Yao holding her cell phone and her cheeks were flushing, Fangfang asked helplessly: "Is it really a message sent by Planner Fang?"

Lin Yao nodded embarrassedly: "It's him, let's just chat a few words."

Fangfang showed a look that I knew:

"Sister Yao, why don't you tell Plan Fang and ask him to wait for you to take a shower before chatting. Sister Yan will come tomorrow. What if you really have a cold?"

The song recording ended around 7 o'clock tonight. Fangfang thought she would go back 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 "wanting to relax".

All the questions were about treating the throat. Fangfang didn't react for a while, thinking that Lin Yao was too tired to record songs these two days and her voice was uncomfortable.

Later, when she heard Lin Yao describe her "sickness" to the doctor, she realized that Sister Yao was helping the prescription plan to find a way to cure her throat.

Because Fang Xiaole's voice became hoarse and unpleasant, she knew that she could not sing for a long time.

And it is said that Fang Xiaole has visited many hospitals, but none of them can be cured.

Fangfang could also see that Fang Xiaole likes singing very much, otherwise he would not be able to write such good songs.

When Fang Fang saw Fang Xiaole playing and singing that night, she felt quite regretful for him.

For singers, it should be quite painful to have a broken voice.

However, what Fangfang didn't expect was that Sister Yao actually put this matter in her heart, and even quietly helped Fang Xiaole find a doctor and ask for medicine.

However, after asking most of Jiangrong City, the results were disappointing. Most of the hospitals or clinics said that Fang Xiaole's voice was helpless, and some asked Lin Yao to take Fang Xiaole over and ask them to check it out next time.

Anyway, the running around tonight did not work.

When I went to the last Chinese medicine clinic, the road was a bit narrow and the car could not drive to the entrance of the clinic. Lin Yao and Fangfang got out of the car and walked over. When they came out of the clinic, it suddenly started raining in the sky, and both of them were mostly wet.

When they hurried back to the hotel, the two of them originally planned to go take a shower immediately, but Lin Yao happened to receive a WeChat message.

When Lin Yao looked at her cell phone, she was not busy taking a shower, and she ran to her bedroom as soon as she returned to her room.

Fangfang was not too stupid. She guessed that it was probably the WeChat message sent by Fang Xiaole. She urged her several times, but Lin Yao was still unmoved.

Mo Yan is coming to Jiang Rong tomorrow, and he brought a filming team here, saying that he would shoot a short film for Lin Yao to post it on Weibo to warm up and promote the new album, and to fight back against Huang Yin, who is becoming more and more arrogant recently.

If Sister Yan brings people here tomorrow but finds that Lin Yao catches a cold because she goes out to "relax" at night and gets caught in the rain, wouldn't she be scolded again?

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

"I'll say one more thing, no, two words. Sister Yan will definitely not let me contact him when she comes tomorrow. Please, Fangfang."

Lin Yao stood up by Fangfang holding her arm, and she grabbed the handrail beside the sofa, like a prisoner about to be pulled to the execution ground, begging pitifully.

"well!"

Fangfang was so soft that she got goosebumps that she had to let go and said angrily: "Don't blame me if you have a cold!"

Lin Yao smiled and hugged the little assistant, but she pushed it away with "disgust" and quickly picked up her phone to type Fang Xiaole.

Her voice is a bit muffled now, and she is afraid that Fang Xiaole will hear that she is getting wet, so she can only type.

"My back has been cured, don't worry, Sister Yan is coming to Jiang Rong tomorrow. I may not be able to use my phone these days. See you when recording the show, good night."

After sending the message, Fang Xiaole quickly replied:

"Then you concentrate on recording songs, pay attention to rest, see you when recording the show, good night."

This time I sent it not the pronunciation, but the text.

Lin Yao felt a little lost, bit her lower lip gently, and typed another line of words:

"Sorry, can you pronounce the sentence just now?"

Waited for a while, but no response.

Perhaps Fang Xiaole felt that this request was a bit strange, and Lin Yao showed a slight disappointment on her face and was about to put down her phone.

bite!

Fang Xiaole sent a voice message, but the same sentence as before:

"Please take a break, see you when recording the program, good night."

Lin Yao pursed her lips and replied happily: "Thank you, good night."

Only then did I put down my phone with satisfaction, but I saw that Fangfang, who was waiting beside me, had a very ugly face.

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

"Oh, Fangfang, I'll just wash it myself."

"No, I want to supervise you. Sister Yao, you have been too much recently!"

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

"Why did Lin Yao ask me to send a voice over again?"

In the rental house, Fang Xiaole was a little confused. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason. He felt that it was probably a personal hobby, so he immediately focused on continuing to study.

But he didn't know that when Lin Yao finished taking a shower, blew her hair, turned off the lights and slept on the bed, she quietly took out the headphones from under her pillow, inserted them into her phone, and opened the chat history with Fang Xiaole.

I listened to every voice he sent over and over again, especially the last sentence "Good night", with a faint smile on the corner of my mouth, and I slowly fell asleep.

In the past, Lin Yao was used to listening to songs and sleeping.

Now Lin Yao likes to sleep by listening to his voice
Chapter completed!