"Yeah, after Director Luo told Director Chen that we couldn't invite any special guests, so many artists showed up willing to come within a few days. Most of them must have paid some price."
Fang Xiaole didn't notice the slight change in Lin Yao's tone and continued to sigh:
"But it's a bit strange that all the people here are young female celebrities. Have you met our station's program director, Chen Zhao? He's the most handsome guy in the station. I guess some people are here just for his face."
After Fang Xiaole finished speaking, there was no sound from Lin Yao for a long time. He called out twice: "Lin Yao, Lin Yao? What's wrong?"
"Huh? Nothing..."
Lin Yao came back to her senses and said in a slightly flustered tone, "Director Chen, I've seen him. I don't think he's as good-looking as you, and you have a much better figure than him."
After saying that, he paused, his cheeks quickly turned red, and he clenched his white fists and hit himself lightly.
How could I be so stupid as to say out loud what was in my heart?
It's so embarrassing!
"Lin Yao, Lin Yao!"
Mo Yan's voice sounded outside the door, and Lin Yao hurriedly said:
"Sister Yan is calling me, bye..."
Then he pleaded in a soft and pitiful tone:
"I didn't say anything just now, you didn't hear anything, okay?"
Fang Xiaole felt itchy inside, and he wanted to crawl along the telephone line and pinch that cute face. He suppressed his laughter and said in surprise:
"What did you say just now? I didn't hear you."
"Um...bye."
Lin Yao knew that he had heard everything, and hung up the phone with a red face.
When she opened the door, Mo Yan was standing outside, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at her with a half-smile.
"Sister Yan, what's wrong?"
Lin Yao lowered her head, feeling inexplicably guilty.
"Didn't you say you were learning to cook so you could be on the show?"
Mo Yan asked.
"Yes, that's right."
Lin Yao blinked and put on an "honest" smile.
"oops!"
Mo Yan then reached out and pinched her face, rubbing it vigorously twice, and threatened viciously:
"If you lie again, I'll tear your face into a scallion pancake!"
"Wow... I was wrong, Sister Yan. I learned to cook because I wanted to cook for you."
Lin Yao's soft and smooth face was rubbed back and forth, and she quickly "confessed".
"Haha, Lin Yao, do you really think I'm so old I can't even hear? I was right next to you when you were talking to Fang on the phone in the kitchen just now!"
The more Mo Yan looked at this guy, the angrier she became. She let go of her hand, tapped her on the head, and asked in a cold voice:
"You can't even cook, why are you forcing yourself? Did he force you to cook?"
"No." Lin Yao waved her hands quickly: "I told him I could cook. I... I wanted him to think I was a virtuous woman."
The more Mo Yan listened, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but raise his hand and hit the silly girl again, saying with disapproval:
"What era is this? Who says women have to be virtuous? You're a big star, not only are you throwing yourself at him, but you're also asking him to be a good wife and mother. Why? Why don't you ask him to cook for you?!"
"Sister Yan, don't be angry." Lin Yao pulled Mo Yan's arm, looked at Mo Yan's expression timidly and softly, and said in a low voice:
"I just feel that if you really like someone, you won't care who pays more. Besides, if I treat him well, I will be very happy too."
Although Lin Yao's voice sounded weak, her tone was firm, indicating that this was her truest thought about the relationship between the two of them.
Mo Yan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and finally sighed.
"The Fang family's ancestors are really blessed!"
She turned and walked towards her bedroom, feeling a little desolate.
Then he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Did you buy a house in Jiang Rong just for that bastard?"
Lin Yao repeatedly waved her hands and shook her head: "No, I bought that house for investment!"
"That's good. You're not completely stupid yet." Mo Yan nodded, then solemnly warned:
"Yaoyao, you must remember, no matter how much you like someone, don't give away everything you have. This is my experience..."
At this moment, Mo Yan's phone suddenly rang. She looked at the caller's name, her face darkened slightly, and she quickly walked into her bedroom and locked the door from the inside.
"What did Sister Yan want to say just now?"
Fangfang came over and looked at Lin Yao in confusion.
"I didn't hear clearly..."
Lin Yao suddenly became a little absent-minded. Fangfang looked at her curiously and asked:
"Sister Yao, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Yao pouted and said unhappily, "Fang Xiaole said that many female celebrities want to be guests on his show."
Fangfang didn't understand: "There are so many female celebrities on variety shows, it's not surprising."
Lin Yao glanced at her, not knowing what to say, and said hesitantly:
"I just feel a little awkward. Do you think... are Tang Wan and the others going after him?"
"Even Tang Wan is going?" Fangfang widened her eyes and then looked at Lin Yao with amusement:
"Sister Yao, are you overthinking it? How could someone of Tang Wan's level possibly care about Fang Xiaole? Do you think everyone is like you, treating that guy like a treasure?"
Lin Yao glared at Fang Fang: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
However, her glaring expression had no deterrent effect at all, and instead seemed like she was acting coquettishly. Fangfang laughed even more happily:
"If Sister Yan knew that you bought Jiang Rong's house for Fang Xiaole, I wonder if she would be furious?"
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