Chapter Thirty-Third: Lin Yao Gets Injured

"That old Lin...Lin Yao, you weren't injured just now, were you?"

Fang Xiaole stood behind Lin Yao and asked.

He was the closest person to Lin Yao when Zhang Bo and Lin Yao made the last blow, and he clearly saw that Lin Yao staggered when she landed, which is very easy to sprain her feet.

Also, when Lin Yao received the pistol and turned around to shoot, her back hit the car door due to the inertia of the forward rush.

Fang Xiaole was sitting behind the car door, and he felt that the impact was heavy.

Speaking of it, the reason why Lin Yao jumped up to take the pistol was because she chose to throw the gun to her in order not to affect the recording of the program.

From the perspective of program recording, the final effect was perfect, but from the perspective of Lin Yao's personal safety, that choice was actually very bad.

Fang Xiaole was a little worried, would Lin Yao get hurt?

Lin Yao raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat off her forehead, and turned her head to Fang Xiaole with a bright smile:

"No, I'm fine, Fang Xiaole, congratulations, your plan is very successful."

"It can't be called a success yet. It will be judged by the audience after the program is broadcast."

Fang Xiaole smiled, and said in admiration: "Lin Yao, your performance is too unexpected. I didn't expect you to sing well and do variety shows so well."

"Have you heard my song?" Lin Yao's eyes lit up.

"Dang, of course I heard it, your voice is really recognizable, and your breath is very steady, just like that night in the house..."

Fang Xiaole glanced at the female assistant next to Lin Yao, thinking that female stars are very taboo about such things, it is better not to let her assistant know, so she changed her words:

"I went to your concert with my friends one night. You sang so well."

"Have you seen my concert? Is it the one in Haizhu?"

Lin Yao is very happy. This kind of happiness is different from being liked and recognized by fans. It is the kind of... the kind of happiness that is so sweet to the heart.

"Uh, yes, that was the scene. My friend and I are both your fans."

Fang Xiaole had a smile on his face, but he was very embarrassed in his heart. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't be such a hypocritical business flatterer, but now he can only force the lie.

"Really, are you still my fan?" Lin Yao held her face and almost jumped up, she looked so happy as if she was Fang Xiaole's fan.

"Sister Yao, the nanny bus is here..." Fang Fang couldn't bear to see Sister Yao's "shameful" behavior, and couldn't help reminding her.

"That's fine, I won't delay you, you go to bed early." Fang Xiaole saw the female assistant's face was not good-looking, so she bid farewell to Lin Yao tactfully.

"You... rest early too." Lin Yao also waved her hand, and waited for Fang Xiaole to walk away before saying in a voice like a mosquito.

"Sister Yao, are you tired? Then let's go back quickly." Seeing this, Fang Fang next to her thought that Lin Yao was unresponsive due to lack of energy, so she urged her.

The two got into the nanny car parked on the side of the road, started the car, and drove towards the hotel.

 …

The night is still young, and the sky is full of stars.

Jiangrong City Hilton Hotel, in the bedroom of a senior suite.

Lin Yao sat on the bed in loose pajamas, her slender and well-proportioned legs stretched out straight, fully revealing the graceful shape of her legs. Unfortunately, no audience in the room could appreciate this scene.

Because Lin Yao locked the bedroom door.

Holding a bottle of medicinal wine in her hand, she poured the medicinal liquid into her fair palm, spread it evenly with her hands, and then gently wiped it on her left ankle.

Hiss...a suppressed cry of pain came from her mouth.

Her left ankle was so swollen that even the slightest touch would cause heart-rending pain.

Sitting on the bed and leaning forward to rub medicine on her ankles, when her back inevitably touched her clothes, Lin Yao's beautiful eyes also showed pain.

Boom,

Boom.

There was a knock on the door, and Fang Fang whispered outside: "Sister Yao, are you asleep?"

Lin Yao was startled, and hurriedly squeezed her throat and pretended to be in a daze to answer: "Well, I fell asleep."

Fangfang's helpless voice sounded outside the door: "Sister Yao, I can even hear you making noises inside, and you haven't turned off the lights yet."

In order to apply the medicine, the light in Lin Yao's bedroom was turned on very brightly, and the light could be seen outside through the lower door of the bedroom.

"I, I'm going to sleep right away." Lin Yao replied quickly.

"Sister Yao, it's Sister Yan's call."

"Oh...you wait."

Lin Yao quickly hid the medicinal wine, got out of bed with one foot, endured the pain and stuffed her swollen left foot into a slipper, gritted her teeth to make the expression on her face look normal, and then walked over to open the door.

Fangfang came in and handed the phone to Lin Yao.

"Lin Yao, you performed very well today. Thank you for your hard work. There will be an announcement tomorrow night. I have asked Fangfang to book a flight ticket for tomorrow morning. You can go to bed early later."

Mo Yan talked about tomorrow's new itinerary on the phone.

"Didn't you say that you can rest in Jiangrong City for a day after recording the super challenge?"

Lin Yao was taken aback, and subconsciously resisted, she made an appointment to meet Fang Xiaole tomorrow!

"Because after the first episode of Super Challenge was aired, your reputation started to improve, and your popularity also increased, so some announcements that were put on hold before can be arranged again."

Mo Yan thought that Lin Yao was a bit tired, so she comforted her:

"The less rest time an artist has, the more popular he is. This is a good thing. After this period, Sister Yan promises to give you a few days off. How about it?"

Lin Yao hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Sister Yan, I was actually a little hurt when recording the show today."

"what?!"

"Sister Yao, are you injured? Where is it? Was it when you jumped up to take the pistol?"

Mo Yan and Fang Fang's exclamation sounded at the same time, Lin Yao hurriedly covered the microphone and made a boo gesture towards Fang Fang, and said softly to her:

"Don't let Sister Yan hear it, or you will be scolded."

As Lin Yao's personal assistant, Fang Fang didn't even know that Lin Yao was injured. Mo Yan would definitely scold Fang Fang if she found out about this.

"When did you get hurt? Was it serious? Why didn't Fangfang tell me just now, what happened to her?"

Sure enough, Mo Yan's tone on the other end of the phone gradually became serious.

"No, Sister Yan, it's just a sprained ankle, and it's not very serious. Fang Fang even bought medicinal wine to wipe it for me, but it's a bit inconvenient to walk. Maybe it will be announced..."

When Fang Fang heard Lin Yao's words, she quickly squatted down and lifted Lin Yao's pajamas. When she saw the swollen left ankle, she immediately covered her mouth in shock.

It's all swollen like this, is it serious?

"You don't have to worry about the announcement. I pushed it for you. You should have a good rest these two days. If you can't do it, go to the hospital. Don't hold on."

Mo Yan resolutely gave up on tomorrow's announcement, paused, and said worriedly:

"Don't run around, just rest in the hotel, you know?"

Lin Yao immediately assured her: "I understand, Sister Yan, don't worry, you should also go to bed earlier."

yeah!

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yao made a victory gesture, happily like a child.

"Sister Yao, you, you pay back, why are you so happy, you are so hurt, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Seeing Lin Yao's injury, Fangfang almost burst into tears, and couldn't help asking angrily.