"You must remember to take your medicine every day. No, I'll just send you a message every day to remind you."
"Also, don't eat spicy food, and definitely don't drink alcohol."
"Oh, when you return to Jiangrong, there will be no one to make medicine for you. What should I do?"
On the way to Xianghe Garden in the nanny car, Lin Yao kept muttering to herself like a wife who was worried about her husband.
Sometimes she was worried that Fang Xiaole had forgotten to take his medicine, and sometimes she remembered that she had gone back to Jiang Rong and there was no one to boil the medicine for him.
Doctor Zhou prescribed Chinese medicine for Fang Xiaole. These medicines are quite expensive, and in order to achieve better results, they cannot be decocted and ground into powder in advance in the hospital, but must be decocted every day.
Lin Yao had decided that she would personally decoct medicine for Fang Xiaole in the next two days, but after Fang Xiaole returned to Jiang Rong, there was nothing she could do, which immediately made Lin Yao very worried.
"I'm not a child. I'm staying in a hotel in Kyoto, so it's not convenient to make medicine. Otherwise, I could make it myself in Kyoto."
Fang Xiaole found it funny but was also touched. Lin Yao always cared more about his affairs than he did.
"But didn't the doctor say we need to use jars specifically for decocting Chinese medicine? Are there any in Lanheng Garden? Fangfang, let's go to the vegetable market first. I'll buy some Chinese medicine jars for Fang Xiaole."
Lin Yao became more and more worried as she spoke. She almost felt that Fang Xiaole wouldn't even be able to eat after returning to Jiang Rong, so she asked Fangfang, who was driving, to turn around and go to the nearby vegetable market.
"No, no, I'll go back to Jiangrong and buy it myself. Don't worry, I'll take pictures and show you when I buy it, okay?"
Fang Xiaole was at a loss for words and quickly asked Fangfang to continue driving forward.
"But......"
Lin Yao's watery eyes were still filled with worry and reluctance, and her little mouth was slightly pouting, like a virtuous and caring young wife.
Fang Xiaole suddenly understood that Lin Yao was so nagging all of a sudden, not only because she cared about him, but more because they would be separated again tomorrow. She wanted to seize every minute to talk to him, and wanted to express all her reluctance and concern at once.
Fang Xiaole suddenly raised his arms, put them around Lin Yao's shoulders, and hugged her gently.
"It's okay, we'll see each other again soon."
Lin Yao was stunned for a moment, then stopped talking, leaned her head on Fang Xiaole's chest, and said softly and submissively:
"Um......"
Fangfang glanced at the rearview mirror and shook her head helplessly. She had become accustomed to these two guys throwing dog food at her at any time.
However, when she saw others being so loving, she couldn't help but think of herself.
There was a red light ahead, the car stopped, and Fangfang quietly looked down at her phone.
No missed calls.
On WeChat, there were only dozens of messages of concern and inquiry she sent in the past two days, but her boyfriend Wang Minrui didn't reply to any of them.
A horn sounded from behind, and Fangfang realized that the light ahead had turned green. She quickly released the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car forward.
"Fangfang, are you okay? How about I drive while you take a break?"
Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao, who were sitting in the back row, also noticed Fangfang's abnormality.
"It's okay. I'm fine."
Fangfang smiled and answered loudly.
Fang Xiaole turned his head to look at Lin Yao. The two exchanged glances and didn't say anything else.
Half an hour later, the nanny car stopped on a street in Xiangheyuan. Mo Yan and Zhang Zhiqin were already waiting on the roadside.
Last night, Zhang Zhiqin followed Mo Yan to her home to rest. The program team completed the task of inviting guests in Kyoto ahead of schedule, and Zhang Zhiqin and Fang Xiaole also had some time to deal with personal matters.
However, Zhang Zhiqin's "personal affairs" seemed a bit tiring. After getting off the car, Fang Xiaole looked at Zhang Zhiqin strangely:
"Are you okay?"
Zhang Zhiqin's eyes were bloodshot and he stood there trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
He glanced innocently at Mo Yan, who was standing beside him with a bright look on his face.
"What are you looking at? What does it have to do with me? You were the one who chose to sleep on the sofa. Are you blaming me for not sleeping well?"
Seeing that everyone's eyes were all on her, Mo Yan blushed and glared at Zhang Zhiqin.
"Sleeping on the sofa?"
Lin Yao looked at Mo Yan in confusion.
"I was worried he wouldn't get enough rest last night, so I told him to sleep on the bed, but this idiot insisted on sleeping on the sofa, and that's what happened now."
Mo Yan explained helplessly.
Zhang Zhiqin said with a bitter face: "Don't blame Sister Mo, it's all my own fault."
"Hmph, let's go."
Mo Yan glared at Zhang Zhiqin angrily, took two steps, and came back to support him, complaining as he walked:
"I told you to catch up on some sleep at home, but you insisted on coming with me. What a bother!"
It turned out that after Zhang Zhiqin went to Mo Yan's house last night, she had been busy all night the day before and her energy had not recovered yet. She was afraid that she, a weakling, would be beaten to death, so she dared not sleep with Sister Mo anymore and went to sleep on the sofa by herself.
But I didn't expect that I couldn't sleep well on the sofa. All kinds of beautiful thoughts were in my mind, and I didn't fall asleep until the early morning. As a result, I exhausted myself.
Seeing that Mo Yan was cursing but carefully supporting him, fearing that he would fall, Zhang Zhiqin couldn't help but smile.
"What are you laughing at?"
Mo Yan turned his head and looked at him.
"Hehe, my girlfriend looks so pretty when she laughs."
The big fool had a sudden inspiration.
"snort."
Mo Yan snorted lightly, but two red clouds floated on her face and the corners of her mouth curled up.
Very quickly, Mo Yan brought Lin Yao and others to a slightly old office building and took the elevator to the tenth floor.
This floor was a bit empty and no one else was renting it, so everyone came to an office of more than 200 square meters.
"This is the studio I found for you two. How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Mo Yan asked as he showed them around.
Lin Yao stood in the middle of the studio, looking around, her eyes full of joy.
"I love so much!"
Although this place is not big, it has everything.
There are all kinds of musical instruments, recording equipment, computers, and various office supplies. There are also several pots of beautiful green plants in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and many exquisite small ornaments in the corners, adding a bit of vitality to the whole room.
"Thank you, Sister Mo, for your trouble."
Fang Xiaole sincerely thanked Mo Yan. It was obvious that Mo Yan had put a lot of thought into decorating this place.
Thinking that if she and Zhang Zhiqin really get together in the future, I will have to call her sister-in-law, which feels a bit weird.
Zhang Zhiqin is a lucky guy who saved the world in his previous life!
"After the registration procedures are completed in two days, this studio will be officially established. By the way..."
Mo Yan suddenly asked, "What are you going to name this studio?"
Lin Yao looked at Fang Xiaole, and her meaning was very clear: listen to my boyfriend.
Mo Yan had no choice but to look at Fang Xiaole.
"Just call..."
Fang Xiaole pondered for a moment, took Lin Yao's hand, and said with a smile:
"Aiyao Studio."
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