Chapter 44

"Yes, sorry..."

Asked by Fang Xiaole in a slightly reproachful tone, Lin Yao couldn't help lowering her head, like a wrong child.

"Assistant Fang, you've gone too far! You obviously hurt sister Yao. How can you blame her? "

Fangfang stopped working and stared at the beads. Xiaole said loudly:

"Sister Yao didn't tell you because she was afraid of your guilt. Why don't you know the good heart?!"

"Fangfang!!"

Lin Yao was stunned when she saw Fang Xiaole, with a complex look on her face, guilt, discomfort and pain

She had never seen such an expression on Fang Xiaole's face. Lin Yao was a little flustered and hurriedly interrupted Fangfang.

"Fangfang, go out first, please."

"Alas, sister Yao, you... Don't care about you!"

Seeing her sister Yao staring at the unscrupulous Fang Xiaole softly and timidly, and looking afraid of suffering from others, the little assistant was really angry. She stamped her feet and turned her head and left.

He took a step, came back, helped Lin Yao to a chair, sat down, snorted, and stepped out of the studio.

My artist is very popular but too humble. What should I do?

Online waiting, very urgent!!

The studio fell silent again.

Fang Xiaole still squatted on the ground and looked at Lin Yao's swollen ankle.

"Sorry." Seeing that he didn't move or speak, Lin Yao became more and more flustered and apologized again.

"What are you talking about?" Fang Xiaole raised his head, touched Lin Yao's low vision, and said with guilt:

"I'm sorry for you!"

It turned out that she had been injured when recording the program that day, and she insisted on finishing the festival catalogue without saying a word.

And when she met herself this morning and came to the studio to practice in the afternoon, she resisted the pain and didn't tell me.

Just to keep me from feeling guilty?

But now I really feel guilty!

Fang Xiaole felt his chest was stuffy and flustered. At the moment, he regretted that he chose to throw the gun to Lin Yao in order not to affect the effect of the program.

I hate self-interest and self-awareness!

She looked up at the beautiful and gentle face, which was full of anxiety at the moment. Her people were as beautiful as the most beautiful flowers, and her heart was more beautiful than the most beautiful flowers.

"Women's flowers are swaying in the world of mortals."

"Women's flowers swing gently with the wind."

"If you have smelled the strong fragrance of flowers, don't ask me, who are the flowers red for..."

Suddenly, when the mood was agitated, the sealed treasure house of memory opened a gap again, and a sad and beautiful melody and song floated out slowly.

The score and lyrics of this song are also deeply engraved in Fang Xiaole's mind.

Think of another song!

But at the moment, Fang Xiaole was not in the mood to pay attention to others. He stood up and said to Lin Yao:

"Go to the hospital. Your foot injury looks very serious. You can't delay it."

"I don't want to go to the hospital..." Lin Yao opened her mouth and refused, but looked up at Fang Xiaole's expression and begged weakly:

"I want to practice singing first and go to the hospital in the evening, OK?"

Fang Xiaole wanted to stop talking, sighed and could only nod.

After all, I only met her a few times. For the time being, I can't even be a friend. What qualifications do I have to force others to do?

However, Lin Yao's injury was caused by him. He will take responsibility and try his best to remedy it.

"Can you call your assistant back with you? I'm going out. " Fang Xiaole said suddenly.

"Ah?" Hearing that Fang Xiaole was leaving, Lin Yao was startled and hurriedly said, "don't be angry. I'll go to the hospital now."

"How could I be angry?" Fang Xiaole cried and laughed: "it's my fault that you're hurt. You should be angry if you want to be angry. Don't worry, I'm just going out to buy you something."

"Oh." Hearing that he was not angry, Lin Yao was relieved and called Fangfang back.

Fangfang came back with a straight face. Fang Xiaole told her, "I'm going out to buy something. You accompany Lin Yao. Don't let her move any more."

"Cut, I need you to say that you were still mining when I accompanied sister Yao!" Fangfang glanced at him with disdain.

Fang Xiaole is speechless, and others are right. She is Lin Yao's assistant. Don't you know how to take care of her artists? Your advice is superfluous.

"Be careful on your way."

Fang Xiaole was walking towards the outside. Suddenly, a gentle voice came behind him. He turned his head and smiled and waved: "well, wait for me to come back." Then he quickly walked out of the studio.

Looking at Fang Xiaole's back disappearing outside the door, Fangfang recalled the scene just now and couldn't help wondering.

"Be careful on the road."

"When I come back."

Why is this conversation so much like the scene in the TV series when the wife sends her husband out to work in the morning?

"Fangfang, it's all your fault. Fang Xiaole must be very uncomfortable."

Lin Yao's voice pulled Fangfang's thoughts back. She was angry when she heard this.

"Obviously he hurt sister Yao. Why can't he feel bad? And you haven't told him about the injury on your back. "

"Fangfang, you... Alas." Lin Yao pointed to Fangfang, but she couldn't swear at all. She could only sigh: "I'm too delicate. I can't help a little pain."

Then he begged: "Fangfang, don't talk about him later, and don't tell him the injury on my back, okay? He is already very guilty. "

Fangfang looked at Lin Yao and had no choice but to nod her head to her character of thinking only of others.

Half an hour later, Fang Xiaole came back, pushing a wheelchair and carrying three bulging big pockets.

"I bought a wheelchair. You can sit in the wheelchair temporarily, so that you can not aggravate the injury and continue to practice singing. We'll go to the hospital in the evening."

Fang Xiaole said a word, then put three big pockets on the table and opened them. They were full of food and drinks.

"It's not convenient for Lin Yao to go out for dinner now. I bought something to eat. Let's eat in the studio in the evening."

"Thank you." Lin Yao saw that Fang Xiaole was so considerate for herself. She was sweet in her heart, but her face was still very calm.

"Yes, come on, I'll carry you down." Fang Xiaole stepped onto the high platform where the drum was set, turned and squatted down, and said to Lin Yao behind him.

"Ah?" Lin Yao was stunned and then smiled, "OK!"

"Good what good." Fangfang gently pulled Lin Yao: "sister Yao, you are a public figure. If you are secretly photographed and sent to the Internet, it will be troublesome. I'll carry you on my back."

Fang Xiaole was right when he thought about it. Lin Yao was a female star and had to keep a distance from the opposite sex, so he stepped aside.

Fangfang carried Lin Yao off the platform and put Lin Yao in a wheelchair. She accidentally caught a glimpse of Lin Yao frowning and looking very disappointed. She asked strangely:

"Sister Yao, why are you suddenly unhappy?"