"No, no, no, really not, oops!"
Hearing Fangfang's sudden question, Lin Yao quickly turned sideways and waved at her. Her left ankle accidentally hit the edge of the bed, and she was in so much pain that she almost cried.
"Be careful! Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore." Fangfang was startled and quickly helped Lin Yao lie down again.
It was very late, Fangfang stopped talking and concentrated on helping Lin Yao apply the medicine. She earnestly reminded her of the precautions for a long time. After Lin Yao lay down on her side, she turned off the lights and walked out of the bedroom.
"Fangfang."
Lin Yao suddenly called her.
"What's the matter, Sister Yao?"
Fangfang turned her head and heard a weak and pitiful pleading voice from the slightly dark bedroom:
"Please don't tell Sister Yan about my injuries, okay?"
Alas, Fangfang sighed helplessly: "Okay, my sister."
"Then...can I go out and relax tomorrow?" Lin Yao became more and more demanding.
"cannot!"
The young assistant couldn't bear it any longer and slammed the door.
Fangfang weakly climbed onto the sofa, clasped her hands together and prayed to the sky:
"Please God, please let my sister Yao stop being so gentle and kind, stop always thinking about others, and stop always wanting to go out and relax. I beg you."
......
It is more than 20 kilometers away from the Hilton Hotel, spanning from the new economic zone of Jiangrong City to the relatively poor old neighborhood.
In a cheap rental house on the basement floor.
Fang Xiaole sat in front of the computer, sorting out the key points of today's discussion with Wang Zheng, Zhang Zhiqin and others about the planning of the next few episodes of the program.
In fact, the third, fourth and fifth episodes are the three most classic episodes selected by Fang Xiaole from the popular variety show on Earth with almost the same name as "Super Challenge".
The details are already perfect, and some of the things discussed today can be used in issues 6 to 10.
After returning to the rental house, Fang Xiaole took a quick shower and then sat in front of the computer to sort out some of the inspiration he had gained today so that he could incorporate it into the subsequent program planning.
However, he was inefficient tonight.
I have been sitting in front of the computer for more than two hours, but I haven’t even finished writing half of the sixth issue.
This is actually a process of extracting ready-made ideas from the mind and changing some minor details at most. Under normal circumstances, one should be able to finish one issue in at least two hours.
But today Fang Xiaole was always restless and couldn't concentrate at all.
Bang!
He suddenly turned off the computer, stood up and walked out.
When Fang Xiaole arrived at a pharmacy at the entrance of the community, the young lady in a white coat sitting behind the counter was about to close the store when he entered.
"Excuse me, we're closed...Excuse me, are you feeling unwell?"
The young lady was halfway through her words when she saw Fang Xiaole's face clearly and immediately asked with a sweet smile.
“Hello, I want to buy that…”
The image of Lin Yao jumping up to catch the pistol and then stumbling when she landed flashed through Fang Xiaole's mind.
"Buy the kind of medicine you can apply when you sprain your ankle."
"This is a medicine specially used to treat injuries from falls. It's very effective." The young lady recommended a medicine for external application.
"besides......"
Fang Xiaole remembered the heavy impact sound when Lin Yao turned around after landing and her back hit the car door.
"I was hit hard, seriously injured. What medicine should I use?"
The young lady recommended two blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicines, one for external application and one for internal use, and asked enthusiastically:
"Little brother, if you are injured and it is inconvenient for you to apply the medicine yourself, I can help you."
"It wasn't me, the one who got hurt was a girl." Fang Xiaole waved his hands quickly and then asked:
"Excuse me, will this internal medicine have any other effects on girls?"
"No, it's 88 yuan in total. Thank you. Bye."
The smile on the young lady's face suddenly disappeared. She formally collected the money and sent the customer away.
Looking at Fang Xiaole's back, the young lady murmured, "Such a handsome boy, but he has to apply medicine to other girls. Oh, how sad!"
At five fifty in the morning, the first rays of morning light were still lurking behind the clouds, and dawn was approaching but had not yet arrived.
squeak......
In a luxury suite at the Hilton Hotel, one of the bedroom doors was quietly pushed open, and a figure limped out of the room and quietly walked towards the main door.
"Sister Yao, why are you up so early?"
A confused voice came from the sofa, startling the figure. She coughed and pretended to be calm:
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Isn't there a bathroom in your bedroom?"
Fangfang rubbed her eyes and sat up from the sofa, looking at Lin Yao strangely:
"And why are you dressed so formally just to go to the bathroom?"
Lin Yao looked down at the carefully selected pleated dress she was wearing and said stubbornly, "I, I just went to the bathroom and walked around the room to relax."
"Wow, Sister Yao, you're still wearing makeup? Are you trying to sneak out?"
Fangfang jumped up and opened her arms.
"I knew it. Luckily, I slept on the sofa last night. If Sister Yan knew you were injured and ran out, she would definitely scold me to death!"
Hearing Fangfang's words, Lin Yao suddenly felt a little sad and bowed her head to apologize to her:
"I'm sorry, Fangfang. I was too selfish. I only thought about myself and didn't consider how difficult it was for you."
Lin Yao tossed and turned in bed last night. Firstly, she couldn't sleep because of the pain in her back, but more importantly, she really didn't want to miss her "date" with him today.
After thinking for a long time, I could only come up with the old method of "jailbreaking".
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