When Fangfang was filled with grief and anger, Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao had already walked into the stairwell.
The house where Lin Yao lives has two elevators and four households. There is a corridor outside and two elevators in the middle. The stairwell is next to the house where Lin Yao lives. Usually, almost no one comes here.
So, this is a very good "rendezvous" place.
"husband......"
Lin Yao was very proactive this time, pulling Fang Xiaole and quickly walking into the stairwell. However, when they were really alone, the girl became shy again.
She just looked up at Fang Xiaole, then lowered her head with a red face, not knowing how to continue.
"Wife."
Fang Xiaole called her softly, holding Lin Yao's cheeks with both hands. She was forced to look up at the man in front of her.
Do you want that again?
Fangfang is still next to me, am I being too casual?
What if the neighbors come out and see it?
Lin Yao was anxiously and expectantly thinking about all sorts of things, but Fang Xiaole did not take the next step. Instead, he looked at her face carefully and suddenly said:
"You don't look very well. Let's record other people's material tomorrow. You should get some rest."
Lin Yao was stunned. Seeing Fang Xiaole's face full of heartache, her heart warmed and her body softened. She took the initiative to move forward and leaned into his arms.
"I'm not tired, it's okay."
Fang Xiaole held her slender waist with both hands and said in a somewhat reproachful tone:
"You haven't said you're not tired yet. The last time I held you, you still had a lot of flesh on your waist, but now there's not that much flesh."
"Ah?" Lin Yao exclaimed, and broke free from Fang Xiaole's embrace. She touched her waist nervously and asked anxiously:
"Is my waist really that thick?"
Fang Xiaole was a little stunned, not knowing why Lin Yao suddenly reacted so strongly.
"Oh, I've been eating too much lately and I've gained weight. No wonder my skirt was so tight at the celebration party last time. No, I can't eat meat anymore!"
Lin Yao was very upset and kept muttering to herself.
"You're so thin now, and you still say you're fat?"
Fang Xiaole walked up to her and pulled her, saying with a smile.
"Husband, didn't you just say I have too much fat on my waist? You must think I'm too fat, right? Oh, what should I do?"
Lin Yao became more and more anxious as she spoke, her eyes almost wet.
"I don't think you're fat, I think you're too thin!"
Fang Xiaole was speechless. He then remembered that the thing girls hate most is being told they are fat. He had thought that Lin Yao, with her natural beauty, would be an exception.
Unexpectedly, the more beautiful a girl is, the more she cares about her figure.
"Really? Honey, are you trying to comfort me?"
Lin Yao was skeptical, her watery peach blossom eyes wide open, her face full of anticipation and nervousness, as if she was afraid that Fang Xiaole would dislike her for being fat.
"You're already the future successor to the Queen of Pop. With so many fans liking you, can't you be a little more confident?"
Fang Xiaole pinched the soft and charming face helplessly and said with a smile.
"As long as you like me, that's enough."
Lin Yao shook her head stubbornly, still staring at Fang Xiaole, and said seriously:
"Hubby, don't lie to me. If you really think I'm fat, I will definitely lose weight!"
Fang Xiaole thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How much do you weigh now?"
Lin Yao was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Fang Xiaole asked this. She felt even more uneasy and answered timidly:
"Ninety-ninety-eight pounds."
Fang Xiaole's expression turned serious: "What's your height?"
Lin Yao rarely saw Fang Xiaole show such an expression. She lowered her head, pinching the corners of her clothes with both hands, like a child being criticized by a teacher, and whispered:
"1.7 meters."
"You're 1.7 meters tall and weigh less than 100 kilograms, and you still have the nerve to complain about being fat?"
Fang Xiaole maintained a serious expression and continued in a commanding tone:
"I will be staying in Kyoto for two weeks. I want you to increase your weight to over 105 kilograms within these two weeks!"
"Ah?" Lin Yao looked up in surprise, blinked her eyes, and had a silly expression on her face.
"What? Can't do it? Then I'm going to be mad!"
Fang Xiaole tried hard to maintain his sternness and pretended to be angry.
"Don't be angry, I can definitely do it."
Seeing him like this, Lin Yao panicked and quickly agreed.
"Do you know how to gain weight?"
Fang Xiaole's expression finally relaxed, and he asked again.
"Get some rest and eat more."
Lin Yao now understood Fang Xiaole's intention. It turned out that he said so much just because he was worried about her health and wanted her not to be so tired.
She looked up at her boyfriend, her beautiful eyes misty, and answered softly.
"You know you should get some rest, don't you? Sister Yan told me that you've been working so much lately, and your work and rest schedule is irregular. You don't listen to advice. You're so busy during the day, and you still insist on practicing singing until late at night. She's helpless with you, so she came to me."
Fang Xiaole was also afraid that Lin Yao was really frightened by his appearance just now, so he said gently:
"What I care about is your body, not whether you are pretty or not, or whether you are a big star. Anyway, I will definitely marry you in the future. I can't do anything even if you become a fat man, so what are you worried about?"
"husband......"
Wow, Fang Xiaole is so good!
The temperature in the stairwell was rising rapidly, and the human eyes outside were stunned and their hearts were agitated.
When this guy first met Sister Yao, he was a straight man who knew nothing. Now he has become so smooth-talking. Wow, it turns out that every straight man is a potential stock!
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