Chapter 45-I Want to Eat Wife Cake

Chapter 45-I Want to Eat Wife Cake

"No, how can I be upset?"

Hearing Fangfang's sudden questioning, Lin Yao glanced at Fang Xiaole in a panic, and shook her head quickly.

I am not upset because I was not backed by him, I can never be that idiot!

At this time, the two musicians hired by the studio owner also arrived. Both of them used to be in a small well-known band and later became a family. They gradually faded out of the music scene and regarded music as a hobby.

However, these two musicians have good skills. After practicing with Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole for an afternoon, they can basically play the melody of "The Roof".

Around six o'clock in the evening, the two musicians went home for dinner and agreed to come back for two hours after the meal.

Lin Yao, Fang Xiaole and Fangfang ate in the studio.

Before the meal, Xiao Le went out again and bought Lin Yao a piece of pork bone and beef soup from a nearby shop specializing in bone soup.

"This soup is very tonic and good for your feet recovery."

Fang Xiaole wiped the sweat from his head, put the bag with the pork bone soup on the table, unbuttoned the bag, opened the lid of the plastic box, took out the soup spoon and plastic bowl, and filled Lin Yao with a bowl. To her.

"thanks..."

Lin Yao held the small bowl of soup in her hands. Although the texture of this disposable plastic bowl was poor, she felt that it was the most delicate bowl she had ever seen in her life.

He held the small bowl to his mouth, pursed his ruddy lips, and gently blew the hot soup. The surface of the pork bone soup was blown with heat, and the smoke curled up against the jade-like Pretty face, like a fairy.

In the next second, the fairy raised his white neck, held the soup bowl obliquely, and gobbled up the soup in the bowl.

Putting down the bowl, seeing Fang Xiaole looking at her, he suddenly felt that the way he was eating was too rude, and said embarrassedly in a low voice: "I, I'm a little hungry."

"If you're hungry, eat more." Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing, and gave her another bowl.

Seeing a little soup stain on the corner of Lin Yao's mouth, he pulled a piece of paper towel and handed it over.

"thanks."

Lin Yao also found her image "indecent" at the moment, blushing, and was about to take the paper towel, Fangfang next to him also pulled a piece of paper over:

"Sister Yao, here."

Lin Yao paused, and turned her head to look at Fangfang, only to see this little nizi with a p****d expression on her face, as if she was saying, "I usually give you paper towels!"

Fang Xiaole was a little embarrassed, thinking that he was a bit forgetful, because she is a female artist, so she should keep her distance.

Just about to retract his hand, he realized that his index finger was slightly touched by the soft and greasy skin, and the tissue in his hand had been taken by Lin Yao.

Sister Yao actually doesn't need me to take a man's tissues?

Ouuuu, doesn't Sister Yao like me anymore?

Fangfang's eyes widened, and her heart began to pantothenic.

Unexpectedly, after Lin Yao took Fang Xiaole's tissue, she also took the tissue in Fang Fang's hand with the other hand, and smiled gently at her: "Thank you, Fangfang."

"Humph."

Fangfang turned her head away, and she filled a bowl of pork bone soup with hunger, and drank it angrily, not to mention more contentment in her heart.

Hey, Sister Yao really likes me the most.

After the three of them had eaten, the two musicians also returned to the recording studio. The four of them practiced for another two hours. Finally, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole played and sang together the melody a few times, and the effect was not bad.

To record the demo tomorrow afternoon, there is still time to run in in the morning, and Lin Yao has to go to the hospital, so the practice is over around nine o'clock in the evening.

Fang Xiaole and Fangfang "escorted" reluctant Lin Yao to the hospital.

"Sister Yao is most afraid of injections and infusions, so she doesn't want to come to the hospital."

The nanny car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Lin Yao, who had always been gentle and docile, rarely let Lai get out of the car. In the end, Fang Xiaole helped Fangfang force her back out of the car, buckled her into the wheelchair and pushed her into the hospital.

Seeing Lin Yao became very nervous as soon as he entered the hospital, Fang Xiaole couldn't help being a little surprised. At this time, Fangfang quietly told him the reason for Lin Yao's nervousness.

Fang Xiaole couldn't help smiling, looking down at Lin Yao, who clenched his hands and looked around, wondering how he looked like a child?

Fangfang went to register, Fang Xiaole crouched in front of the wheelchair and said gently:

"It's okay, it's just a foot injury. There shouldn't be an injection."

"Oh..." Lin Yao's face turned pale, but she nodded obediently.

"When did you arrive? Why did you come to the hospital now, don't you want your feet?"

Twenty minutes later, in the outpatient room, the doctor looked at Lin Yao with a serious face, obviously dissatisfied with her delaying her condition.

"Doctor, is it serious?"

Fang Xiaole and Fangfang looked at each other, both of them were startled, Fangfang asked quickly.

"It's all swollen like this, of course it's serious! Let's take a film to see if there is anything wrong with the bones. It's best to be hospitalized tonight for observation."

"Ah? Still hospitalized?" Lin Yao was taken aback, and then asked nervously, "Doctor, don't you need to get an injection?"

"The swelling of the ankle caused by the foot does not require injections." The doctor replied.

Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard the doctor add again: "However, you have fever and tonsil inflammation. This must be treated by infusion."

"Ah? Sister Yao has a fever? Oh, it's really hot, why don't you tell Sister Yao! You shouldn't have let you practice singing for so long if you knew it!"

Fangfang was taken aback, then touched Lin Yao's forehead, and suddenly yelled.

"It's okay, just sleep for a while." Lin Yao replied quietly, lowering her head.

Fang Xiaole was also stunned. Didn't he say that he had a leg? Why did he still have a fever?

At this time, the doctor took a personal thermometer to Lin Yao and asked her to take her body temperature. A few minutes later, Lin Yao's body temperature was measured to be 38 degrees 5.

"I really have a fever!" Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao with some worry: "Listen to the doctor. If you should be hospitalized, just be hospitalized."

"But..." Lin Yao wanted to say something else.

"Go to the film first, and then go directly to the inpatient department." The doctor over there has already made the order and entered Lin Yao's hospitalization information into the computer.

"Thank you, doctor, Assistant Fang, I'll pay the fee, please push Sister Yao to take the photo." Fangfang took the order and hurried away.

"No, I don't want to be hospitalized, no infusion!"

Fang Xiaole was about to push Lin Yao to make a film, but she was holding the doctor's desk and refused to leave.

She was sitting in a wheelchair with half of her buttocks, leaning forward, clutching the edge of the desk with all her strength, and the blue veins on the backs of both hands protruded.

She really looks like a little girl who is afraid of injections.

"You..." Seeing this scene, even the well-informed doctor was dumbfounded.

Fang Xiaole was also a little at a loss. He didn't expect Lin Yao to be so resistant to hospitalization and infusion. He didn't dare to forcibly pull the wheelchair away, so he had to gently grasp Lin Yao's wrist, as if comforting a child:

"Hey, don't be afraid. You can get better soon after infusion, otherwise singing will not sound good."

"I, I don't want it." Lin Yao seemed to be really scared, and still didn't want to let go.

"What do you like to eat? Or I will go out and buy it for you after you have an infusion?"

Fang Xiaole didn't know how to persuade others, so he tried to coax children.

"I, I want to eat wife cake, can I?"

Lin Yao raised her head, looked at Fang Xiaole pitifully, and asked in a low voice.