Chapter 46

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

Fang Xiaole doesn't know where to sell his wife's cakes so late. Anyway, coax her to cure her illness.

Lin Yao finally released her hand holding the table and sat back in her wheelchair. Embarrassed, Xiao Le said, "sorry, let's go."

Fang Xiaole smiled and pushed his wheelchair out of the outpatient room.

After they went out, the serious looking female doctor suddenly opened the drawer, took out her mobile phone and sent a wechat:

"Husband, I suddenly want to eat wife cake."

After Lin Yao took the film, Fangfang waited for the results, while Fang Xiaole pushed her to the inpatient department on the fourth floor.

Now hospitals are computer network office, doctors have sent Lin Yao's hospitalization information and infusion drugs to the nurse 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 hospital bed, she thought of something, which was a little embarrassed.

The doctor just told Lin Yao not to let her feet touch the ground these two days. How can she lie in the hospital bed now?

With a hug?

This is too embarrassing. The relationship between them is not so close.

Lin Yao obviously also knew what Fang Xiaole was thinking. Her cheeks were slightly red. She put her hands on the armrest of the wheelchair and was ready to stand up on one foot.

"Hey, don't move."

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

"Well, the doctor said you can't go down, and Fangfang isn't there. Can I take you to bed?"

Then his face turned red. How could the words "hold to bed" sound so awkward?

Fang Xiaole was afraid of Lin Yao's misunderstanding and quickly added, "I promise I'll help you get into bed soon. I'll never do that."

"OK."

Before she finished, a voice like a mosquito sounded. Lin Yao lowered her head and stretched her whole body very tight.

"Then I'm coming."

Fang Xiaole wanted to give himself a mouth. How can it be misunderstood more and more easily?

"Yes."

It was still a soft and small answer, and there seemed to be no dissatisfaction.

Fang Xiaole took a deep breath, eliminated distractions, squatted down, held Lin Yao's back with his left hand, crossed her leg with his right hand, and picked her up.

Very light.

Lin Yao has such a good figure that she thinks she will have some weight.

I didn't expect it to be so light.

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

It was the first time that Lin Yao was held by such a princess of the opposite sex. She was so nervous that she was afraid of falling, so she subconsciously stretched out her hands and hugged Fang Xiaole's neck.

Fang Xiaole was stunned. His arms were soft and warm. A pair of soft and greasy arms still wrapped around his neck. A faint fragrance penetrated into his nose, causing an inexplicable panic in his heart.

I couldn't help looking down and just met two gentle eyes from bottom to top.

The ward was quiet for a moment.

"What are you doing? Let her go! "

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

"Sister Yan? Aren't you in Kyoto? "

Lin Yao turned to see someone coming, subconsciously shouted, and released her hand around 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 in the hospital bed."

Fang Xiaole met Mo Yan several times and knew that she was Lin Yao's agent. Somehow, she was a little guilty. She quickly explained and quickly put Lin Yao on the hospital bed.

"Yes, sister Yan, my feet are inconvenient. Fang Xiaole is just kind enough to help me."

Lin Yao also helped explain.

Mo Yan looked at them and said coldly, "then why don't you call a nurse?"

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

Yes, why didn't we expect to call a nurse for help?

"Oh!" Lin Yao was so ashamed that she almost hid in the quilt. For a moment, she didn't pay attention to touching her back with the hospital bed. She couldn't help but give a painful cry.

"What's the matter?"

Mo Yan quickly walked over and stood in front of the hospital bed, like an old hen protecting food to block the weasel who covets his chicks, motionless to separate Fang Xiaole.

"Nothing, just a little tired."

Lin Yao didn't dare to say that she still had an injury on her back. 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 group. He really just wants to help. Don't get me wrong."

"It's assistant Fang. We met face to face at the recording scene. Hello, let's meet formally. I'm Lin Yao's agent. My name is Mo Yan. "

Mo Yan gently stroked the slightly disordered bangs in front of Lin Yao's forehead, turned his head and held out his hand to Xiao le.

Mo Yan had to deal with Lin Yao's new album in Kyoto, but he was worried when he learned that Lin Yao was injured yesterday. After talking with the company this afternoon, he flew to Jiangrong city.

Just after getting off the plane and contacting Fangfang, she knew that Lin Yao's illness was serious enough to be hospitalized. She was shocked and asked Fangfang to send the hospital and bed number, so she hurried over.

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

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

"Hello, Mo." Fang Xiaole also stretched out his hand and shook it with her.

"I'm sorry just now. I misunderstood you. Thank you for coming to help. Please thank director Li for me. The program team has a heart."

Mo Yan smiled and apologized, but his words seemed particularly alienated, and attributed Fang Xiaole's behavior of accompanying Lin Yao to see a doctor to the arrangement of the program group.

This belongs to business, which is completely different from the nature of personal companionship.

Mo Yan's words obviously mean that he doesn't want other men to have more contact with his own artists than working relationship.

"Sister Yan!" Lin Yao couldn't help shouting.

"Yao Yao, aren't you tired? Let's have a rest. Don't worry. Sister Yan is with you tonight. "

Mo Yan turned back to Lin Yao with a gentle smile, and then turned to the other party. Xiaole became a formulaic smile:

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

Fang Xiaole was about to speak when a nurse pushed in a car with an infusion bottle and liquid medicine.

"68 beds, Lin Yao."

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

"You have two groups of fluids, one anti-inflammatory and one cooling."

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

"Can... No infusion?"

When the nurse took the needle tube and bent down to give Lin Yao a needle, she hid both hands in the quilt and didn't want to take them out.

"The doctor said that your tonsil inflammation is very serious and you must have an infusion."

After the nurse's warm persuasion, Lin Yao still didn't want to reach out and looked at the needle tube with fear in her eyes.

"Sorry, she is not afraid of pain at ordinary times, but something happened when she was a child, so she has a psychological shadow on injection and infusion."

Mo Yan explained to the nurse. The nurse nodded to understand: "it doesn't matter, but you'd better persuade her. If it's too serious, it will affect her voice."

"OK, OK, please wait a minute."

Mo Yan turned to Lin Yao and said, "you heard that dragging down will affect your voice."

Lin Yao hesitated, but looked at the needle tube and shrunk back into the quilt.

"Lin Yao, if you infusion obediently and get well, we will continue to record songs tomorrow, and then..."

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

Mo Yan turned his head and looked at Fang Xiaole. If there were not a nurse, she would directly connect with her.

What right do you have to decide when my artists record songs?

And buy wife cakes?

laugh off my head!

Yao Yao in my family doesn't like those cakes.

"Then we agreed."

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

Mo Yan: "