Chapter 70 (1/2)

In the bedroom of the hotel suite, Lin Yao's hair was wet and most of her skirt was wet. She was wrapped in a thin towel quilt and curled up on the sofa.

Her cheeks were reddish, and there was water in her peach blossom eyes.

”You only sent photos of your feet. Where's your back?”

What does he mean?

Is it... Want me to take a picture of my back to show him?

This is too much!

Lin Yao patted the sofa in some shame. She puffed her mouth and was angry for a long time. She stood up and walked to the wall and turned on the bright headlights.

Then put your hand behind your back and get ready to zip down the dress on your back.

Then he acted and looked at the stupid girl in the mirror whose shoulders were red.

”Oh! Am I crazy? Can I really show him? ”

Lin Yao covered her face and felt ashamed of her behavior just now.

Ding!

When the wechat prompt sound started, Lin Yao quickly pulled back a small half of the zipper, went to the sofa and picked up the mobile phone.

”I didn't mean that! I mean, how's your back injury? ”

Sure enough, Fang Xiaole also found that his sentence was a little ambiguous, so he sent another message to explain.

Lin Yao immediately realized that she really wanted to be crooked. At this time, she was even more ashamed. Fortunately, no one saw her absurd behavior just now, otherwise she would have no face to see others!

”Sister Yao, why haven't you taken a bath yet? If you get so wet, you'll catch a cold! ”

At this time, Fangfang rushed in and talked.

Seeing that Lin Yao is holding a mobile phone and her cheeks are red, Fangfang reluctantly asked, ”is it really the news from Fang planning?”

Lin Yao nodded shyly, ”it's him. Let's just talk.”

Fangfang looked like I knew it:

”Sister Yao, why don't you tell Fang planning to talk to him after you take a bath? Sister Yan will come tomorrow. What if you really catch a cold?”

The recording ended at about seven o'clock this evening. Fangfang thought she would return to the hotel early, but Lin Yao suddenly went to the otolaryngology department of several hospitals and several traditional Chinese medicine clinics on the grounds of ”trying to relax”.

All the questions were about throat treatment. Fangfang didn't react for a moment. She thought Lin Yao was too tired to record songs these two days and her voice was uncomfortable.

Later, after listening to Lin Yao describe her ”illness” to the doctor, she realized that sister Yao was planning to find a way to cure her throat.

She knows that Fang Xiaole's voice has become hoarse and ugly because of her bad voice, and she can't sing for a long time.

And it is said that Fang Xiaole has seen many hospitals, but there is no way to cure them.

Fangfang can also see that Fang Xiaole likes singing very much, otherwise he can't write such a beautiful song.

That night, when she saw Fang Xiaole playing and singing attentively, Fangfang was very sorry for him.

For a singer, a bad voice should be a very painful thing.

However, to Fangfang's surprise, sister Yao actually put it in her heart and even quietly went to help Fang Xiaole find a doctor.

However, after asking about more than half of Jiangrong City, the results were disappointing. Most of those hospitals or clinics said that Xiaole's voice was helpless. Others asked Lin Yao to take Fang Xiaole himself to have them checked next time.

In short, tonight's journey has not yielded results.

When they went to the last TCM clinic, the road was a little narrow. The car couldn't reach the door of the clinic. Lin Yao and Fangfang got off and walked there. When they came out of the clinic, it suddenly rained, and most of them were wet.

Hurried back to the hotel, they had planned to take a bath immediately, but at this time, Lin Yao just received a wechat.

As soon as Lin Yao looked at her mobile phone, she was not even busy taking a bath. Once she returned to her room, she ran to her bedroom.