Qing Huan was silent.

Just when I thought that Qing Huan was gone, and Xi Tong should appear next, her voice sounded again: "Won't you pretend to be sick!"

"Fake sick?!" When I heard this, I almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Gu Changling and Su Qibai, you and me, didn't notice this when no one was around. And the maid who didn't know where she came from, what her name was, looked at Su Qibai and the two in horror, as if she didn't notice the situation on my side at all. But it's good that I didn't notice the situation on my side, after all, one prince here is convulsing, and the other prince is talking to the air there. This spread the word and damaged the reputation of the two of them.

It's just that I'm not the one who cares about his reputation, and he doesn't care if talking to himself will ruin his reputation or what will happen if it gets out.

After all, the mouth grows on other people's bodies, and if people want to say it, they can't stop it. In the same way, they can't take a piece of cloth to gag people's mouths, let them rot their words in their stomachs, never say them, never be able to say them, right?

Impossible!

Since it's impossible, what do I care so much about?

Looking for anger for no reason?

How is this possible, I'm busy every day, okay?! Where is the time to eat too much, and instead of doing business, he runs over to find sin, and there is no money to pick it up.

Since I don't, then what do I do so much about fame?

Besides, fame is a fictitious thing.

After all, the original owner of my current body is a handsome and golden prince, as long as you point it casually, you can enjoy endless glory and wealth, and endless gold and silver treasures.

As for fame.

Oh, what's the use of this kind of nihilistic thing, is it possible that if there is one more of him, I will live better, and even go back to the present to be my own super popular author and enjoy the pursuit of thousands of readers?!

No!

Not at all!

My group of readers all wanted to send me a blade, and they all wanted to kill me, a professional knife player, how could they be so kind to pursue me and flatter me.

So, this thing, this thing, this thing. One more, no less. No more, no less, just right, and nothing to care about. But I don't care, it doesn't mean that others don't care.

As the "mother" who created Su Qibai and Gu Changling, I can't be thorough about the catering of the two of them.

Su Qibai is gentle, kind and easy to get along with, Gu Changling is introverted and silent and unsmiling, and the personalities of the two can be described as completely different.

But just because their personalities are completely different doesn't mean they don't have similarities.

And the similarities between Gu Changling and Su Qibai are both good faces, which one is particularly good, good face.

If this news spreads, the two of them will definitely become the object of everyone's ridicule.

It's impossible to say, but because of the ridicule of others, an impulse did something, causing the plot to be out of development.

If the plot is out of development, I can't possibly know what they're thinking.

I don't know what I'm thinking, but my plan to go home has been a success.

No, no, I'll have to bang that girl when the two of them are gone, lest Don say something he shouldn't say.

It's just a knock and a beat, and frankly speaking, this girl's expression is quite funny. I don't know, I thought she was opening the door to a new world, so she showed such a funny expression.

"Yes, feign illness." Qing Huan said in a deep voice, "Although the three of you grew up together, Su Qibai is your companion after all, and the relationship is naturally wrong."