Chapter 45 My Yaoyao Doesn't Like Pancakes

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

Fang Xiaole didn't know where there would be a wife cake at this late hour, anyway, let's coax her to cooperate and cure her disease first.

Lin Yao finally let go of her grip on the table, sat back in the wheelchair, and embarrassedly said to Fang Xiaole, "I'm sorry, let's go."

Fang Xiaole smiled, pushed the wheelchair out of the outpatient room.

After the two went out, the serious 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 a photo, Fang Fang waited for the results, while Fang Xiaole pushed her up to the inpatient department on the fourth floor.

The current hospitals are all computer network offices, and 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 by others, Lin Yao lived in a single room. Fang Xiaole pushed her into the ward, and when she saw the bed, she remembered something, and felt a little embarrassed.

The doctor specifically told Lin Yao not to let Lin Yao's feet touch the ground for the past two days, so why let her lie down on the hospital bed now?

Do you use hugs?

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 reddish, she supported the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, and was about to stand up on one foot.

"Hey, don't move."

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

"Well, the doctor said that you can't go to the ground, and Fangfang is not here. I, can I put you on the bed?"

His face turned red after he finished speaking, why did the words "hug to bed" sound so awkward?

Fang Xiaole was afraid that Lin Yao would misunderstand her, so she quickly added: "I promise to let you go soon after you get into bed, absolutely nothing like that."

"it is good."

Before she finished speaking, a sound like a mosquito's snoring sounded, Lin Yao lowered her head, and her whole body was tense.

"Then I'm here."

After Fang Xiaole finished speaking, she wanted to give herself a mouthful, why did the more she said it, the easier it was for people to misunderstand her?

"Ok."

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

Fang Xiaole took a deep breath, got rid of distracting thoughts, squatted down, supported Lin Yao's back with his left hand, passed through the bend of her leg with his right hand, and hugged her vigorously.

very light.

Lin Yao's figure is so good, she 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 about, and he didn't notice that when his hands supported Lin Yao's back, a look of pain flashed across her face.

It was the first time for Lin Yao to be hugged by a princess of the opposite sex. She was so nervous that she was afraid that she would fall, so she subconsciously stretched out her arms to wrap around Fang Xiaole's neck.

Fang Xiaole was taken aback, the nephrite in his bosom was warm and fragrant, a pair of soft arms still wrapped around his neck, a burst of fragrance entered his nose, causing an inexplicable panic in his heart.

I couldn't help but look down, just in time to meet two gentle gazes from bottom to top.

There was a moment of silence in the ward.

"What are you doing? Let her go?!"

A woman in a suit and trousers with short hair walked into the ward, and when she saw this scene, she yelled loudly.

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

Lin Yao turned her head and saw the person coming, she subconsciously shouted, and at the same time, she let go of Fang Xiaole's neck like an electric shock.

"Manager Mo, don't get me wrong, Lin Yao can't walk with her feet, I want to help her lie down on the hospital bed."

Fang Xiaole met Mo Yan a few times, knew that she was Lin Yao's manager, felt guilty for some reason, quickly explained, and quickly put Lin Yao on the hospital bed.

"That's right, sister Yan, my feet are inconvenient, Fang Xiaole just kindly helped me."

Lin Yao also helped explain.

Mo Yan looked at the two of them and said coldly, "Then why didn't you call the nurse?"

Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao looked at each other, speechless for a while.

Yes, why didn't we think we could call a nurse to help?

"Oh!" Lin Yao was so ashamed that she almost hid in the quilt, she accidentally let her back touch the hospital bed, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Yan walked over quickly and stood in front of the hospital bed, like an old hen protecting food from a weasel coveting her chicks, and kept Fang Xiaole away calmly.

"It's okay, just a little tired."

Lin Yao didn't dare to say that her back was still injured, 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 turned out to be Assistant Fang. We met at the recording site. Hello, let's get to know each other officially. I'm Lin Yao's manager, and my name is Mo Yan."

Mo Yan gently stroked Lin Yao's slightly messy bangs on her forehead, turned her head and stretched out her hand to Xiao Le.

Mo Yan was originally going to deal with Lin Yao's new album in Kyoto, but after learning that Lin Yao was injured yesterday, he was worried. After talking with the company this afternoon, he rushed to Jiangrong City by plane.

Just after getting off the plane and contacting Fangfang, she found out that Lin Yao's illness was serious enough to be hospitalized. She was startled, and after asking Fangfang to send the hospital and bed number, she hurried over.

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

At this moment, she stared at Fang Xiaole with vigilance in her eyes.

"Hello, Manager Mo." Fang Xiaole also reached out and shook her hand.

"I'm sorry just now, I misunderstood you, thank you for coming to help, and please express my thanks to Director Li on my behalf, the program team is interested."

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

This is an official business, which is completely different from the nature of private companionship.

The meaning of Mo Yan's words is obvious, that is, he does not want other men to have more than working contact with his artists.

"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 her head and showed Lin Yao a gentle smile, and then turned her head to Xiao Le, who 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 cart filled with infusion bottles and medicine.

"Bed 68, Lin Yao."

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

"You have two sets of fluids, one for inflammation and one for cooling."

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

"Could it be...without the infusion?"

When the nurse held the end of the needle tube and bent down to give Lin Yao an injection, she hid her hands under the quilt and was unwilling to take them out no matter what.

"The doctor said that your tonsils are seriously inflamed and you must be infused."

The nurse persuaded gently, but Lin Yao was still unwilling to stretch out her hand, looking at the needle tube with fear in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, she's usually not afraid of pain, but something happened when she was a child, so she has a psychological shadow on injections and infusions."

Mo Yan explained to the nurse, and the nurse nodded her understanding: "It's okay, but you'd better persuade her, if it's too serious, it will affect her throat."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Mo Yan turned her head and persuaded Lin Yao: "You heard it too, it will affect your throat if you drag it on."

Lin Yao hesitated for a while, but looked at the needle tube, and shrank back into the quilt again.

"Lin Yao, if you obediently infuse the fluid, we will continue to record songs tomorrow when the illness recovers, and then..."

Fang Xiaole suddenly said: "I'll buy you wife cakes."

Mo Yan suddenly turned her head to look at Fang Xiaole, if the nurse was not there, she would have gone straight to her.

What right do you have to decide when my artist will record the song?

Still buying wife cakes?

it's so funny!

My family Yaoyao doesn't like to eat those cakes.

"Then we've agreed."

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

Mo Yan: "?"