It's late at night.
In a dark and quiet alley, a tall and thin figure walked slowly on the road.
He didn't drink, but his steps were a little heavy.
The night wind blew across my face, blowing up the hair hanging in front of my forehead, and also disturbing my already uneasy mood.
"Brother, you have to think clearly. If you have made up your mind, you must go on firmly. If you can't bear it, then don't start.
Lin Yao is a good girl. If you can't take responsibility for her, don't hurt her."
This is what Hong Sanshi said to Fang Xiaole before leaving after dinner.
In fact, Fang Xiaole had already thought about what Hong Sanshi said, and he thought even further.
But now he and Lin Yao are far from that stage, and even their relationship has not been confirmed.
After all, they had only known each other for less than a month and didn't know each other well enough. Maybe after a while, the excitement from that night would slowly disappear?
Fang Xiaole is also a traditional person. He will be 26 years old at the end of the year. At this age, when you fall in love, you are aiming for marriage and spending your whole life together.
If both parties do not know each other well and do not have a sufficient understanding of each other's families, how far can they go based solely on a fairy-tale love at first sight?
More importantly, Fang Xiaole has no career now and does not have enough confidence to avoid becoming a burden to Lin Yao.
This world is very realistic. No relationship can exist in a vacuum without being disturbed by worldly matters.
What's more, Lin Yao is a big star with countless fans. If he and she were together, the difficulties they would face might be unimaginable.
Fang Xiaole hopes that if that time really comes, he will have enough strength to face it.
"We need to work harder and go higher..."
This was the first time in Fang Xiaole's life that he seriously thought about his relationship with a person of the opposite sex.
In the end, this thought from a straight man inexplicably became the motivation to encourage him to "work hard and make progress every day"...
There was a vibration in his trouser pocket. Fang Xiaole picked up the phone, looked at it, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
It was a message from the "middleman" Fangfang.
"Planner Fang, Sister Yao asked me to ask if you slept?"
Fang Xiaole replied as he walked into the community:
"Assistant Liu, please tell Lin Yao that I went out to dinner with Brother Hong tonight and just got home."
When Fang Xiaole walked into the rented building, went down the stairs, and entered the rental house, Fangfang's message came again:
"Sister Yao asked you what you had eaten and if you had drunk any alcohol. She said your throat can't handle alcohol."
Although separated by the phone screen, Fang Xiaole seemed to be able to feel the look of despair on Fangfang's face at this moment.
"Please tell Lin Yao that I didn't drink... Brother Hong knows she's injured, and he'll help her avoid strenuous running and confrontation during the recording of the show."
This time, the other party was silent for a long time before sending a message, and it was a voice message:
"Thank you."
The voice was gentle, pleasant, crisp and pleasant, it was Lin Yao's voice.
Fang Xiaole was stunned for a moment, listened to it twice more, and then typed and asked:
"Is Agent Mo not here?"
Lin Yao had said before that Mo Yan had been personally guarding her these past few days, never leaving her side, and had asked Fang Fang to pass on information in a hidden way, making it seem like a spy movie.
Lin Yao actually dared to send a voice message just now, which means Mo Yan is not with her for the time being.
Somehow, although he had heard Lin Yao's voice many times, the voice just now made Fang Xiaole feel particularly sweet.
It’s like eating chilled watermelon in the summer, sweet, crispy and refreshing, and it seems to penetrate into your heart.
Fang Xiaole felt that this was quite strange. Maybe it was because he hadn't heard Lin Yao's voice for several days, so it was a bit rare and valuable, right?
If we could meet and talk face to face, it might be more comfortable...
An unrealistic thought suddenly arose in Fang Xiaole's mind.
As soon as this thought came to my mind, I received a video call request from Fangfang on WeChat.
Could it be...
Is this really telepathy?
Fang Xiaole answered the video call, and the face that had not been seen for several days appeared on the screen.
Her pretty face is shy and her beautiful eyes are smiling. Although she is facing the camera at a close distance, it does not affect the beauty and gentleness of her face at all.
"Did you see it?"
Lin Yao's cheeks turned slightly red. She gently stroked the black hair hanging by her ears and asked in a low voice.
"I can see that you've lost weight."
Fang Xiaole looked at her on the screen, and somehow the first words he said were cheesy lines from romance dramas.
"I've been busy recording songs lately, and I'm a little tired..."
Lin Yao blinked, her peach blossom eyes fixed on him on the screen:
"You've lost weight too."
Ugh~~
A slightly exaggerated vomiting sound was heard from the side, and Fangfang couldn't bear it anymore and came over to take the phone.
"Just take a look, Sister Yao. Sister Yan is on the phone outside and will come in at any time."
"Hey, wait a minute, okay?"
Lin Yao clutched the phone tightly and pleaded pitifully to Fangfang.
"well!"
Fangfang was defeated and had no choice but to stand aside helplessly, glaring at Fang Xiaole on the other side of the screen as she walked away.
"Is this your bedroom in the hotel?"
Fang Xiaole looked through the screen. Behind Lin Yao was a bed, and on the hanger at the head of the bed hung a piece of women's underwear, a cute pink color.
"ah!"
Lin Yao noticed that Fang Xiaole's eyes shifted to the side. She turned her head and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. She quickly turned the camera of her mobile phone to the side.
"Ahem."
Fang Xiaole was also a little embarrassed. He didn't mean to do that. It was just that the thing hanging there was a little too conspicuous.
The two of them just sat there separated by the screen, heads down, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Did recording go well today? When will the new album be released?"
It was Fang Xiaole who broke the silence first.
"Yes, everything has been recorded. The company is in post-production. Sister Yan said it will take a day or two to promote it before it is released."
Lin Yao looked up at Fang Xiaole, then lowered her head embarrassedly and continued:
"Sister Yan will post a video of me recording a song on Weibo tomorrow. It was taken by a photographer hired by the company. It's much...better than the one Fangfang sent you the other day. If you have time, go check it out."
"Is this also to promote your new album? I'll definitely go and see it."
Fang Xiaole guessed that this was also one of Lin Yao's company's promotional methods. Fangfang just said that Mo Yan went out to make a phone call, and she was probably arranging these things.
"By the way, how's your foot? It looked a little swollen from the last photo you sent me."
Fang Xiaole thought of Lin Yao's injury and asked hurriedly.
"Oh, look."
Lin Yao thought he wanted to see, so she pointed the camera of her mobile phone at her feet, paused, and then reached out a hand to take off the slippers on her feet, revealing her white and crystal clear soles.
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