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

Her cheeks were slightly red, and her peach blossom eyes were watery.

"You only sent a picture of your feet, what about your back?"

What does he mean by that?

Could it be...... Want me to take a picture of my back and show him?

That's too much, isn't it?

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

Then reach behind your back and get ready to pull down the zipper on the back of the dress.

Then he paused, looking at the foolish girl in the mirror who was even red on her shoulders.

"Oops, am I crazy, do I really shoot him?!"

Lin Yao covered her face, feeling embarrassed about her behavior just now.

Bite!

The WeChat prompt sounded, and Lin Yao hurriedly pulled back a small half of the zipper, walked to the sofa and picked up the phone.

"I didn't mean that! I mean, what's wrong with your back?"

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

Lin Yao suddenly understood that he really wanted to be crooked, and he was even more ashamed at this time, fortunately, no one saw his ridiculous behavior just now, otherwise he would have no face to see people!

"Sister Yao, why haven't you gone to take a shower yet? It's all wet like this, you'll catch a cold!"

At this time, Fangfang rushed in, still muttering.

Seeing that Lin Yao was holding her mobile phone, her cheeks flushed, Fang Fang asked helplessly, "Is it really a message from Fang Planning?"

Lin Yao nodded embarrassedly: "It's him, let's talk casually." ”

Fang Fang showed a look that I knew:

"Sister Yao, do you want to talk to Fang Planning, let him wait for you to take a shower before talking, Sister Yan will come over tomorrow, what if you really catch a cold?"

The recording ended at about seven o'clock tonight, Fang Fang thought that she would go back to the hotel early, but Lin Yao suddenly went to the otolaryngology departments of several hospitals and several Chinese medicine clinics on the grounds of "wanting to relax".

The questions were all about throat treatment, and Fang Fang didn't react for a while, thinking that Lin Yao was too tired to record songs in the past two days, and her voice was uncomfortable.

Later, when she heard Lin Yao describe the "condition" to the doctor, she realized that Sister Yao was planning to help Fang find a way to cure her throat.

Fang Xiaole's voice became hoarse and ugly because of her bad voice, and she knew that she couldn't sing for a long time.

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

Fangfang can also see that Fang Xiaole likes to sing very much, otherwise he wouldn't be able to write such a beautiful song.

When she saw Fang Xiaole concentrating on playing and singing that night, Fangfang felt sorry for him.

For singers, it should be a painful thing to have a bad voice.

However, what Fangfang didn't expect was that Sister Yao actually took this matter to heart, and even quietly went to help Fang Xiaole find a doctor and medicine.

However, after asking most of Jiangrong City, the results were disappointing, most of those hospitals or clinics said that the other party's Xiaole voice was helpless, and some asked Lin Yao to bring Fang Xiaole himself over next time to let them check it.

In short, tonight's rush was fruitless.

When going to the last Chinese medicine clinic, the road was a little narrow, and the car couldn't drive to the door of the clinic, so Lin Yao and Fang Fang got out of the car and walked over, and when they came out of the clinic, it suddenly rained in the sky, and both of them were drenched most of the time.

Hurriedly returning to the hotel, the two originally planned to take a shower immediately, but at this time, Lin Yao happened to receive a WeChat message.

Lin Yao looked at her phone, she wasn't even busy taking a shower, and ran to her bedroom as soon as she returned to the room.

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

Mo Yan is coming to Jiang Rong tomorrow, and he also brought a film crew over, saying that he was going to shoot a short video of Lin Yao recording a song and post it on Weibo, warming up and promoting the new album, and by the way, fighting back against Huang Yin, who has become more and more arrogant recently.

If Sister Yan brings people over tomorrow, only to find that Lin Yao caught a cold because she went out at night to "relax" and get drenched in the rain, wouldn't she be scolded again?

Thinking of this, Fang Fang really had no choice but to rush into Lin Yao's bedroom and "arrest" her.

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

Lin Yao was pulled by Fangfang's arm and stood up, she grabbed the armrest on the side of the sofa, like a prisoner who was about to be dragged to the execution ground, and pleaded pitifully.

"Alas!"

Fangfang was so screamed by the crispy and soft voice that goosebumps rose, so she had to let go of her hand and said angrily: "Don't blame me for catching a cold!"

Lin Yao hugged the little assistant with a smile, was pushed away by her "disgust", and hurriedly picked up her mobile phone to type Fang Xiaole.

Her voice was a bit urned now, and she was afraid that Fang Xiaole would hear that she was drenched in the rain, so she could only type.

"My back is already fine, you don't have to worry, Sister Yan is coming to Jiang Rong tomorrow, I may not be able to use my mobile phone these days, see you when you record 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 you record the show, good night. ”

This time, it was not a voice, but a text.

Lin Yao was a little stunned, bit her lip lightly, and typed another line of words:

"I'm sorry, can you send me this sentence by voice?"

Waited for a while, but there was no response.

Probably because Fang Xiaole felt that this request was a little strange, Lin Yao showed a slight disappointment on his face, and was about to put down his mobile phone.

Bite!

Fang Xiaole sent a voice message, and it was still the same sentence just now:

"Pay attention to the rest, see you when you record the show, good night. ”

The corners of Lin Yao's mouth pursed, and she happily replied, "Thank you, good night." ”

Only then did he put down his phone with satisfaction, but saw that Fangfang, who was waiting on the side, had an ugly face.

She stuck out her tongue, and with a hippie smile on her face, she was about to hug Fangfang again, and was dragged into the bathroom by the little assistant.

"Oh, Fangfang, I'll wash it myself. ”

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

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

......

"Lin Yao, why do you want me to send the voice again?"

In the rental house, Fang Xiaole was a little inexplicable, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason, thinking that it was probably a personal habit, so he immediately concentrated on continuing to study.

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

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

In the past, Lin Yao used to sleep listening to songs.

Now Lin Yao likes to sleep listening to his voice.

......