"Aiyao Studio?"
Lin Yao was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, then surprise appeared on her face and she lowered her head shyly.
"belch."
Fangfang burped and said helplessly, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After taking two steps, he turned around and asked Mo Yan, "Sister Yan, where is the bathroom?"
Mo Yan pointed to the corridor and said, "Turn right and go to the end."
"Oh." Fangfang walked out of the studio expressionlessly.
"What happened to Fangfang?"
Lin Yao asked in confusion.
"I'm tired of you two."
Mo Yan rolled her eyes. "Even naming a studio like this is showing off your affection. I can't stand you guys. Are you sure you want to use this name?"
Fang Xiaole smiled and nodded: "This name is very consistent with the meaning of this studio, that's it!"
Mo Yan nodded and suddenly pulled Zhang Zhiqin out: "I want to go to the bathroom too."
"Sister Mo, you go alone. I just went up. Hello, whoa?"
Before Zhang Zhiqin could react, Mo Yan grabbed her collar and dragged her away.
The two of them left the studio and turned left to the end of the corridor, where was the stairwell.
"Sister Mo, did we go the wrong way? Didn't you just say the bathroom is on the right side of the corridor?"
Mo Yan stopped, turned around and glared at him: "You are going back to Jiangrong tomorrow. Lin Yao is reluctant to leave Fang Xiaole. I just want to give them more time to be alone together."
"Oh, so that's how it is." Zhang Zhiqin suddenly realized and praised Mo Yan, "Sister Mo, you are really careful."
Mo Yan looked at him coldly: "That's it?"
Zhang Zhiqin scratched his head: "What else do you want to say?"
"Get out!" Mo Yan kicked him on the leg, but not too hard.
"Why are you angry?" Zhang Zhiqin was startled, took two steps back, and approached Sister Mo cautiously.
"You're going back to Jiangrong tomorrow. Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Seeing that this guy still didn't understand, Mo Yan felt upset and had to remind him.
"What did you say?"
Zhang Zhiqin still didn't react.
"Haha, that's true. I'm a woman chasing you, and you're so old. It's really not worth cherishing you."
Mo Yan sneered and was about to leave.
"Sister Mo!"
Zhang Zhiqin finally understood. It turned out that Sister Mo was just as reluctant to let Fang Xiaole go as Lin Yao was. She was reluctant to let him go!
The guy was immediately overjoyed and immediately grabbed Mo Yan's hand, refusing to let her go.
"Are you still laughing?"
Seeing that he was still laughing, Mo Yan became even angrier and raised his hand to hit the guy a few times.
"I'm sorry, Sister Mo."
Zhang Zhiqin grabbed Mo Yan's hand and suddenly said seriously:
"I can't bear to leave you either. This time when I go back, I will definitely exercise well and improve my endurance. Next time I come to Kyoto, I will definitely satisfy you!"
Ouch!
Zhang Zhiqin suddenly screamed in pain and held her foot.
Mo Yan withdrew her foot in embarrassment, and seeing that he seemed to be in real pain, she quickly lowered her head to check.
"Does it hurt? If you say that again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Zhiqin waved her hands aggrievedly, thinking, didn't you always tell me to take good care of myself? Why are you still unhappy?
He looked down at Mo Yan who was bending over to help him check. Her bent body made the already tight thin sweater stand out even more. The hem of the sweater was slightly lifted, revealing a plump and tight waist.
Mo Yan noticed that this guy was staring at her blankly. Her face turned red and she quickly straightened up. Their heads almost bumped into each other and they couldn't help but let out a cry at the same time.
Zhang Zhiqin didn't know where she got the courage from, but she suddenly held Mo Yan's shoulders, pushed her against the wall, and did a handsome wall-dong.
"Sister Mo, I, I..."
Mo Yan directly pulled this guy's face over and said impatiently:
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"
"Ah? Mmmmm..."
......
When Mo Yan and Zhang Zhiqin walked out of the studio, only Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole were left in the room.
"What time is your flight tomorrow?"
Lin Yao suddenly asked.
"Three o'clock in the afternoon."
Fang Xiaole answered softly.
"oh."
Lin Yao lowered her head and gently pinched the corner of her clothes.
"When will you come to Kyoto again?"
Fang Xiaole smiled and gently pinched her cheek.
"I'll be here on the 20th of this month to record a show for you. Your dad will be there too. You know all that, right?"
The recording plan of the program "My Daughter" has been finalized, and the recording of several female guests in Kyoto will begin on November 20th.
Including Zhao Yue, Lin Yao and Tang Wan.
Fang Xiaole had already told Lin Yao about the recording plan, so she naturally knew about it.
"oh."
Lin Yao's tender face was slightly deformed by the pinching. She took a step forward and raised her face to make it easier for Fang Xiaole to continue rubbing her face.
"You."
Seeing her accommodating him so much, Fang Xiaole suddenly sighed.
"Don't worry, more than ten days will pass quickly."
Of course he understood that Lin Yao just didn't want him to leave.
This time in Kyoto, they have been staying there for quite some time. Lin Yao has gotten used to seeing him every day. Now they have to be separated for more than ten days. This silly girl can hardly accept it.
“You, you…”
Lin Yao suddenly leaned into Fang Xiaole's arms, wrapped her slender arms around his waist, put her cheek on his chest, and murmured softly:
"When can you marry me?"
"Huh?" Fang Xiaole didn't hear clearly.
"No, nothing." Lin Yao raised her head and waved her hands repeatedly.
She didn't want to put too much pressure on Fang Xiaole.
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