My Wife is Obviously a Queen But She is Too Virtuous

　　 Lin Yao tilted her head, her beautiful eyes rolled round and round, finally came up with a new explanation:

　　 “Oh, that’s it. Later, my friend thought that song was not suitable for his singer, so I didn’t buy it. I heard that song and thought it was suitable for me to sing.”

　　 “It turned out to be like this.”

　　 The little assistant was finally fooled, but she couldn’t be the master of such a big thing as buying a song.

　　 “But sister Yan’s side…”

　　 “It’s okay, don’t make it difficult for you, I will tell Sister Yan.”

　　 Lin Yao picked up the phone and dialed Mo Yan’s number.

　　 “Hey, Yaoyao, why is it so early?”

　　 Mo Yan’s voice didn’t sound fully awake yet.

　　 “Excuse me, Sister Yan, I forgot it’s only six o’clock.”

　　 Lin Yao stuck out her tongue, then coughed lightly, trying to make her tone more serious:

　　 “I found a song that suits me well. I want to buy it and include it in the new album.”

　　 “Really? Who wrote the song?” Mo Yan suddenly felt energetic. She stayed in Kyoto this time to talk about Lin Yao’s new album with the company.

　　 The difference between Lin Yao and the company lies in the quality of the last three songs on the album.

　　 The company wants to release the album as soon as possible so that Lin Yao’s popularity can be realized, but Lin Yao feels that the quality of the last three songs is not good, and she doesn’t want to leave it alone.

　　 Now Mo Yan is under a lot of pressure, while comforting Lin Yao not to worry, while mediating with the company’s senior management, he still has to try his best to invite songs everywhere.

　　 If Lin Yao can handle these three songs by himself, it will naturally be the best result.

　　 “Written by a bar singer, but it sounds good, I think it suits me very well.”

　　 Lin Yao answered in a low voice.

　　 “Bar singer?”

　　Sure enough, Mo Yan’s interest suddenly dropped by more than half.

　　 She thought that Lin Yao had found several well-known songwriters in the industry, or met Hong Sanshi through the show, and asked him to write a song.

　　 It turned out to be a song written by a bar singer, which is not very attractive.

　　 “Sister Yan, that song is really good. I sang it once. I think it’s better than the other songs on the album. Trust me!”

　　 Lin Yao certainly heard the disappointment in Mo Yan’s tone, and quickly explained.

　　 “Really so good?”

　　 Mo Yan rarely hears songs written by Lin Yao complimenting others. She still trusts Lin Yao’s professional ability, and she can’t help but renew her interest.

　　 “Well, really, I promise you will like it if you listen to it.”

　　 “Well, do you have the contact information of the creator? I’ll talk to him.” Mo Yan finally agreed to talk.

　　 “No, sister Yan, I have already contacted that person. We have an appointment to meet today.”

　　 Lin Yao jumped up in her heart, but her tone was still very serious, as if she was talking about serious matters.

　　 “The action is pretty fast, Yaoyao, this time you really care about the new album.”

　　 Mo Yan joked: “If you are so capable in the future, then I should be unemployed.”

　　 “No way, I don’t know what to do without Sister Yan, Sister Yan, I will meet with that singer today?”

　　 Lin Yao slapped her flattery, and then told her true purpose.

　　 “But didn’t you hurt your foot?”

　　 “Don’t worry, it’s almost healed. Besides, isn’t there Fangfang?”

　　 “Well, you should pay attention to your own safety. Remember to ask the other party if you can record a demo, so that the company can refer to it.”

　　 “I see, goodbye Yan sister!”

　　 Lin Yao hung up the phone, her peach-blossom eyes all smiled into Danfeng’s eyes. Seeing Fangfang was looking at her, she immediately sat up straight.

　　 “Finally got a new song, great.”

　　 “Sister Yao.” Fangfang suddenly said, “I think you have really changed a lot recently.”

　　 “No, where has it changed?” Lin Yao asked strangely.

　　 “Before you were always quiet and talkative, but now you are laughing and cheerful, as if…”

　　 Fangfang frowned and thought for a long time, and finally said:

　　 “A little flower longing for sunshine finally found its own sun.”

　　 Lin Yao’s heart jumped, and immediately interrupted Fangfang: “What, are you writing the lyrics.”

　　 “Oh, maybe I think too much.” Fangfang also thought she was a little funny, and quickly turned off the topic: “Then when shall we meet with Assistant Fang?”

　　 “I don’t have his phone number. Yesterday he said he called me.” Lin Yao checked the time, and it was only 6:30: “Maybe it will be late.”

　　 So Fangfang “drove” Lin Yao back to the bedroom and let her rest for a while.

　　 But Lin Yao couldn’t sleep at all. She lay sideways on the bed and widened her eyes, waiting eagerly for Fang Xiaole’s call.

　　 Finally, in the anxiety and waiting for gains and losses, the phone rang an incoming call ringtone.

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　　 “Is it a bit too early to call someone now?”

In the 　　 rental house, Fang Xiaole returned from morning exercises, took out the “Miss Corpse” note before taking a shower, and dialed the number on it.

　　 glanced at the alarm clock by the bed, it was only 7:40.

　　 Why am I a little uncomfortable today?

　　 He got up at 5:50 this morning and went to the morning exercise. After he went to the park to practice his breath, and then jogged along the old street, he passed the old house that night again.

　　 Somehow, he stopped somehow and climbed onto the roof of the old house.

Sitting on the roof for a while, all kinds of thoughts came in my mind, but it seemed that I didn’t think about anything. It was not until the first morning light on the horizon revealed the clouds, and then I got off the roof~www.mtlnovel.com~ hurried back to the rental Room.

　　 Sitting on the bench, Fang Xiaole was still a little confused.

　　 That bottle of wine that will only be secretly taken out to taste when you can’t hold on, is it going to become an inexhaustible wine cellar?

　　 Or just being passionate?

　　 What’s more, I just have the kind of dirty mind that I don’t want to work hard, and want to use the reputation of others to pave my way?

　　 In the end, Fang Xiaole decided to call Lin Yao as agreed.

　　 Anyway, let’s meet and talk today.

　　 The phone dialed, and a gentle and moist song sounded. Fang Xiaole could hear it. It was Lin Yao’s voice.

　　 Is this her song?

　　 is pretty good. I’d better find some of her songs to listen to when I have time, so that I won’t be exposed when the commercial exchanges next time.

　　 The melodious singing rang for a long time, but no one answered the phone.

　　 Probably it was too early, because I was abrupt. Fang Xiaole was about to hang up when the other side was suddenly connected.

　　 “Hello?” For some reason, there seemed to be a tremor in his soft voice.

　　 “Sister Yao, why are your feet…” There was a chattering voice beside her, it should be her female assistant.

　　 “Hello, is this Lin Yao?” Fang Xiaole asked politely.

　　 “I’m Lin Yao, are you, are you Fang Xiaole?”

　　 Before Fang Xiaole spoke, Lin Yao had already said his name.

　　 How does it feel like she can’t wait?

　　 Fang Xiaole scratched his cheek, he must have thought too much. The two have been in contact with each other several times, and the other side heard his own voice very normal.

　　 “It’s me. Yesterday you said you wanted to talk to me about something, what’s the matter?”