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"Wife cake? Okay, I'll buy it for you later."
Fang Xiaole didn¡¯t know where there would be a wife cake seller at such a late hour. Anyway, he wanted to coax her to cooperate and cure her illness first.
Lin Yao finally let go of her grip on the table, sat back in the wheelchair, and said to Fang Xiaole sheepishly, "I'm sorry, let's go."
Fang Xiaole smiled and pushed the wheelchair out of the clinic.
After the two went out, the serious-looking female doctor suddenly opened the drawer, took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message:
"Husband, I suddenly want to eat wife cake."
After Lin Yao went to take the photo, Fangfang was waiting to get the results while Fang Xiaole pushed her to the inpatient department on the fourth floor.
Nowadays, hospitals are all operated by computer networks. The doctor has sent Lin Yao¡¯s hospitalization information and infusion drugs to the nurse station in advance.
For convenience and to avoid being recognized, Lin Yao lived in a single room. Fang Xiaole pushed her into the ward. When he saw the bed, he remembered something and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
The doctor just told her not to let Lin Yao's feet touch the ground in the past two days, so how can she get her to lie on the hospital bed now?
Do you need 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 was holding on to the armrests of her wheelchair with both hands, preparing to stand up on one foot.
"Hey, don't move."
Fang Xiaole quickly stopped her, coughed twice, and asked seriously:
"Well, the doctor said you can't go to the ground, and Fangfang is not here. Can I put you in bed?"
After saying that, his face turned red. Why did the words "bring me to bed" sound so awkward?
Fang Xiaole was afraid that Lin Yao would misunderstand, so he quickly added: "I promise that I will help you get on the bed soon and let go. I will never do anything like that."
"good."
Before she finished speaking, a sound like a mosquito gnawing sounded. Lin Yao lowered her head and her whole body tensed up.
"Then I'm here."
After Fang Xiaole finished speaking, he wanted to give himself a slap in the face. Why did it become easier for others to misunderstand him the more he spoke?
"Um."
It was still a soft and small reply, and there didn't seem to be any dissatisfaction.
Fang Xiaole took a deep breath to eliminate distracting thoughts, squatted down, held Lin Yao's back with his left hand, put his right hand through the crook of her leg, and hugged her up hard.
very light.
Lin Yao has such a good figure, I thought it would be a little heavy.
I didn¡¯t expect it to be so light.
Fang Xiaole didn¡¯t know what he was thinking, and he didn¡¯t notice that when his hand held Lin Yao¡¯s back, a look of pain flashed across her face.
It was the first time that Lin Yao was hugged by such a princess of the opposite sex. She was so nervous that she was afraid that she would fall, so she subconsciously stretched out her hands to wrap around Fang Xiaole's neck.
Fang Xiaole was stunned for a moment. There was a warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, and a pair of soft arms were still around his neck. A burst of fragrance penetrated his nose, making him feel an inexplicable panic.
I couldn¡¯t help but look down, and happened to meet two gentle gazes from bottom to top.
The ward was quiet for a while.
"What are you doing? Let her go?!"
A woman wearing a suit and trousers with smart short hair walked into the ward. When she saw this scene, she immediately shouted loudly.
"Sister Yan? Aren't you in Kyoto?"
Lin Yao turned around and saw the person coming, subconsciously shouted, and at the same time let go of Fang Xiaole's neck as if she was electrocuted.
¡°Agent Mo, don¡¯t get me wrong, Lin Yao¡¯s feet can¡¯t walk, and 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 manager. He felt a little guilty for some reason, so he quickly explained and quickly put Lin Yao on the hospital bed.
"Yes, Sister Yan, my feet are inconvenient, Fang Xiaole is just kind-hearted and helping me."
Lin Yao also helped explain.
Mo Yan looked at the two of them and said with a cold face: "Then why don't you call the nurse?"
Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
Yes, why didn¡¯t we think of calling a nurse to help?
"Ouch!" Lin Yao was so embarrassed that she almost hid under the quilt. She didn't pay attention to let her back touch the hospital bed, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Yan came over quickly and stood on the hospital bedIn front of him, he kept Fang Xiaole away calmly, just like an old hen guarding food from a weasel coveting its own chicks.
"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."
Lin Yao didn¡¯t dare to say that she still had injuries on her back, so she lay on her side 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."
"It turns out to be Assistant Fang. We met at the recording site. Hello, let me formally meet you. I am Lin Yao's manager. My name is Mo Yan."
Mo Yan gently smoothed Lin Yao's slightly messy bangs on her forehead, turned her head and stretched out her hand to Fang Xiaole.
Mo Yan was originally going to handle the matter of Lin Yao's new album in Kyoto, but after learning that Lin Yao was injured yesterday, he felt uneasy. After talking with the company this afternoon, he flew to Jiangrong City.
After getting off the plane and contacting Fangfang, she found out that Lin Yao's illness was serious enough to be hospitalized. She was shocked, and after asking Fangfang to send the hospital and bed number, she hurried over.
Unexpectedly, I saw this "unsightly" scene as soon as I stepped into the ward.
At this moment, her eyes were full of vigilance as she stared at Fang Xiaole.
"Hello, Agent Mo." Fang Xiaole also stretched out his hand to shake her.
"I'm sorry just now. I misunderstood you. Thank you for coming to help. Please also express my gratitude to Director Li on my behalf. The program team is thoughtful."
Mo Yan smiled and apologized, but his words seemed extremely distant, and attributed Fang Xiaole's behavior of accompanying Lin Yao to the doctor as an arrangement of the program team.
This is official business and is completely different from personal companionship.
The meaning of Mo Yan¡¯s words is obvious, that is, he does not want other men to have contact with his artists beyond work-related relationships.
"Sister Yan!" Lin Yao couldn't help shouting.
"Yaoyao, aren't you tired? Rest first. Don't worry, Sister Yan will be with you tonight."
Mo Yan turned around and showed a gentle smile to Lin Yao, then turned to Xiao Le and turned into a formulaic smile:
"It's quite late. Assistant Fang, wait a moment. I'll call the driver and ask him to take you back."
Fang Xiaole was about to speak when a nurse came in pushing a trolley containing infusion bottles and medicines.
"Bed 68, Lin Yao."
"Yes." Lin Yao replied, but her voice was a little shaky.
"You have two sets of fluids, one for anti-inflammatory and one for cooling."
The nurse hung the infusion bottle on the infusion stand next to the hospital bed and connected the syringe tube to the infusion bottle.
"Can you not give me any infusion?"
When the nurse took the needle end and bent down to give Lin Yao an injection, she hid both hands under the quilt and refused to take them out.
"The doctor said that your tonsil inflammation is very serious and you need an infusion."
The nurse persuaded her with gentle words, but Lin Yao was still unwilling to stretch out her hand, looking at the needle with fear in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, she's usually not afraid of pain. It's just that something happened to her when she was a child, so she has a psychological shadow about injections and infusions."
Mo Yan explained to the nurse, who nodded to express her understanding: "It's okay, but you'd better persuade her. If it's too serious, it will affect her throat."
¡°Okay, okay, please wait a moment.¡±
Mo Yan turned to Lin Yao and said, "You heard it too, dragging it on will affect your throat."
Lin Yao hesitated for a moment, but after looking at the needle, she shrank back into the quilt.
"Lin Yao, if you take the infusion obediently and get better, we will continue recording songs tomorrow, and then"
Fang Xiaole suddenly said: "I will buy you some wife cakes."
Mo Yan quickly turned to look at Fang Xiaole. If the nurse hadn't been there, she would have just yelled at him.
What right do you have to decide when my artists record songs?
Still buying wife cake?
it's so funny!
My Yaoyao doesn¡¯t like eating cakes and cakes the most.
¡°Then we¡¯ve agreed.¡±
Hearing Fang Xiaole¡¯s words, Lin Yao blinked and finally slowly stretched out her hand from the quilt.
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