Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 57 The King of Eunuchs 22
Xinhe thought she heard it wrong: "What did you say your name was?"

Zimmer paused, and said word by word, "Too Xi."

Now Xinhe understood, and turned to give Ji Mo a weird look.

Taijian...

too...

These two names look like couple names.

Could it be another coincidence?

Xin He tilted her head, why is she so unbelievable?

Ji Mo thought that Xin He had seen his works, so he didn't feel strange about her reaction, but he still asked, "What's wrong?"

Xinhe wondered whether to tell Jimo.

Finally decided to forget.

After all, it's just a name, so it's too deliberate to say it deliberately.

"It's okay, then I'll go back first, you can do your work first."

Xinhe could see that Jimo should be busy with other things, and she was delayed for a long time today.

After returning home, Xinhe originally wanted to lie on the bed and play with her mobile phone for a while, but when she thought that today's words were not coded.

Xinhe's whole body is not well.

She originally had a manuscript, but she hasn't saved it since yesterday.

Xin He lay on the bed, propped her chin, picked up an eyebrow trimming blade, and gently scratched the prickly pear on the bedside table.

"Maomao, what do you think I'm going to do today?"

Shuang Mao felt sorry for the cactus, and turned a deaf ear to Xin He's question, "He He, the person Ye Lan sent to check on you two days ago has arrived at the place where you lived before today."

Xinhe's brown eyes sparkled when he heard the words, "So fast? It seems right to calculate the time, let Ye Lan find out the truth as soon as possible without any trace, otherwise I will not be able to get rich if I delay like this!"

"..." Shuangmao reminded again: "Hehe, although it is said that Mrs. Ye will be yours in the future, it is her money."

The implication is that you still have to rely on novels to make a fortune.

As for the extent of making a fortune, it depends on the actual situation.

"Maomao, let me ask you, how many books have I written in total now?"

Although Shuangmao didn't know why Xinhe asked this question, she still replied from time to time: "The original owner wrote a total of 9 novels and 7 short novels, plus the two books you abandoned, and the one that is currently being serialized. 19 copies."

"Huh? There are so many!" Xinhe himself didn't know how many there were, so he was a little surprised to hear the data that Maomao said, so he asked again: "How about the quality of those books?"

"It's all good." Shuang Mao still didn't understand what Xin He meant.

"Look, even you said it was very good. The film and television copyrights of those books will not be sold, right? Ye Lan will ask her to buy them all after she recognizes me. When the time comes, the publishing fee and the film and television copyright will be enough for me. Get rich!"

"..."

Shuangmao always felt that something was weird and wanted to refute it, but found that it couldn't refute it at all.

What Xinhe said seemed to make sense to Yazi.

Those writings are really good, otherwise the original owner would not be able to squeeze into the ranks of great gods.

After Ye Lan finds out about Xin He's background and recognizes her, it will be up to Xin He to ask Ye Lan to buy it.

As for the price, with Ye Lan's temperament, she would definitely not treat Xinhe badly.

So, the two cats silently shut up.

At the thought of not needing to update today, Xinhe felt his whole body come alive.

I was so happy for dinner that I ate an extra bowl.

The end result was that she was full again.

With heavy steps, Xin He reluctantly went downstairs for a walk.

After walking for a while, Xinhe spotted a familiar figure from behind.

　I don’t know which cutie saw me so miserable and brushed the comments for me, click on my book review area, a row of brushes 23333
　　
　
(End of this chapter)