Chapter 47: When You Become the Queen of Heaven

Chapter 47: When You Become the Queen of Heaven

It turned out that Lin Yao was really afraid of injections.

Although the nurse pierced the thin needle into her skin quickly and gently, Lin Yao was still very nervous.

The cheeks were bulging, the whole body was taut, and the forehead was also full of cold sweat.

"Relax, relax, don't be nervous."

Lin Yao's performance made the nurses a little nervous, almost unable to find a blood vessel, finally piercing the needle, adjusting the speed of the infusion tube, the nurse sister finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Lin Yao:

"Okay, you have a good rest... Come on!"

The nurse pushed the cart out of the ward, closed the door gently, and trot back to the nurse station in three steps and two steps. The other nurses couldn't wait to ask:

"How is it? Is it really Lin Yao?"

Miss nurse flushed with excitement: "It's her! It's Lin Yao, wow, she is really beautiful, with white skin and good figure, real people are more beautiful than photos!"

"Ah, that's Lin Yao really?!"

"I like her! Why don't you want an autograph?"

"Oh, I was so nervous, I forgot to sign! I told you that Lin Yao was really afraid of injections, and she was so cute when she was afraid..."

Unlike the excitement and excitement of the nurses' station, the atmosphere in Lin Yao's ward was quiet and depressed at this moment.

"Xiao Zhang, drive the car downstairs and send Assistant Fang back."

Mo Yan dialed the driver's phone, and Xiaole ordered the chase away in a disguised form.

"Don't bother the driver, I can go back by myself, and it's not too far away."

Fang Xiaole waved his hand and said to Lin Yao: "Then you have a good rest, I'm leaving."

Lin Yao looked at him, hesitated to speak, then glanced at Mo Yan, and finally said: "Okay, you... be careful on the way."

"Well, Broker Mo, goodbye."

"Assistant Fang walks slowly, I really troubled you today."

Mo Yan politely said goodbye to Fang Xiaole. When he walked out of the ward, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turning around and walking to Lin Yao's bed:

"Lin Yao, are you hiding a lot of things from me?"

"No, sister Yan, when did I hide something from you?"

Lin Yao avoided Mo Yan's gaze and smiled reluctantly.

Mo Yan stared at Lin Yao, and suddenly stepped forward and pulled the collar of her back slightly, and the bruised skin suddenly appeared.

"Ah, sister Yan, you..."

Lin Yao was caught off guard, trying to avoid Mo Yan's hand but it was too late.

Mo Yan leaned close to Lin Yao's back, looked down from the opened collar, and saw the shocking bruise. Her hands trembled, and she finally sighed:

"I knew it..."

Lin Yao lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Sister Yan."

"How did you get hurt?" Mo Yan asked in a deep voice.

Lin Yao didn't speak.

"It's related to Assistant Fang, right?" Mo Yan said suddenly, "If you don't tell me, I will ask Fangfang."

Lin Yao was helpless, so she could only talk about the process of her injury.

"So Assistant Fang indirectly caused your injury?"

Mo Yan frowned, recalling Fang Xiaole's performance just now, and then asked: "But he doesn't seem to know that your back is hurt too. Didn't you tell him?"

"It's not a big deal, why bother others." Lin Yao whispered.

"He caused you to be injured. Did you tell him that your injury was to bother him?" Mo Yan looked at Lin Yao, frowning deeper.

"People know that I have a broken foot, didn't they also take care of me before and after? He bought me pork bone soup tonight, and..."

Lin Yao raised her head to plead, but found that the more she talked about Sister Yan's expression, the uglier her expression became, so her voice became weaker and weaker, and finally she closed her mouth.

Mo Yan sat on the edge of the bed, took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from his bag, took out one, and then remembered that this was a ward, so he had to put down the cigarette.

After a moment of silence, she turned to look at Lin Yao, her voice a little low:

"Yaoyao, you have only one year since your debut, and you have a lot of popularity that artists may not be able to achieve after more than ten years of struggle. Do you know why?"

Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan's expression and replied timidly: "I'm just lucky."

"No, it's because of your appearance, your talent, and..."

Moyan paused, and continued: "Your personal design."

"But I've never pretended to set up someone in front of others!" Lin Yao couldn't help refuting.

"I know that a lot of artists' personal settings are pretended, but you are not, so your fans will be so many, but regardless of whether the personal settings are true or false, you can't break them as long as they are established. You probably don't know... .."

Mo Yan took out a stack of materials from his bag and handed it to Lin Yao:

"In addition to arranging resources for artists, the job of an agent also needs to do a lot of analysis, as a basis for determining the direction of the artist's development. In the gender composition of your fans, 61% of male fans, do you know what this means?"

Lin Yao took the information and saw various data charts on it, which made her dazzled. One of them was a survey on the gender, age, identity, and income of fans.

Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan in confusion. She really didn't know that Sister Yan had done so many things for her.

Seeing Lin Yao's expression, Mo Yan smiled and raised his hand to caress her cheek: "This means that if you are in love, then your number of fans is likely to be reduced by more than half, and your popularity will also drop sharply. "

"But, I never thought about using these to make others like me, I just want them to like me singing."

Lin Yao bit her lip. In fact, she had more or less thought about what Mo Yan said, but she was really shocked if she really said it.

It turns out that my so-called "high popularity" is really not because of her songs.

"Silly girl, which female artist does not rely on her looks? This is not your fault, but your advantage."

Mo Yan knew Lin Yao too well. Knowing what she was thinking, he comforted and continued to say seriously:

"If you want to continue to make more people like you and thus like your songs, it's best not to fall in love for the time being."

Lin Yao raised her head: "For now?"

"Yes, for the time being, it means that you can attract countless fans without relying on your appearance and only use your works. When you become a real singer in the world, you will be free to choose your own life."

Mo Yan gently covered Lin Yao with a quilt, and said softly: "Okay, you are also tired. Rest early. I will say hello to the owner of the recording studio. I will go to record the song when you get better. Tonight I'll be with you."

Mo Yan turned off the light, unfolded the folding bed next to the hospital bed and laid it down.

"Sister Yan..."

"Um?"

I actually don't care about fame or anything, I just want to obey my heart, my heart is saying, I want to see him every day...

Lin Yao leaned sideways and turned towards Mo Yan. In the dim light, she saw that sister Yan, who had always been capable, was full of dust and dust on her face, with rare fatigue. The words in her heart rushed to her mouth, but she couldn't say it. NS.

It turned out that after becoming an artist, her own business is no longer hers alone. Every decision she makes will affect the people around her.

"It's nothing, Sister Yan, you have worked hard, good night."

"Fool, what have I worked so hard for, um, good night."