Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Gu Chenchen: "Are we on the same channel? I really don't realize what you said?"

"You are the most thoughtless male protagonist in history," Kuai Chuan's diary said bluntly, and after finishing speaking, he felt unwilling to say anything, "Don't you think Hera is going to cry because of grievances? Shenmeizhuang is full of sex? Don't you think your Mengmeng is going to die of pride, and your Hera is going to cry because of grievance?"

"..." Gu Chenchen: "Are we using a world? Concubine Hua is sei? Shen Meizhuang is sei?"

Mengxin couldn't help but said: "Host, please be sober, carefully recall just now, your little Mengmeng's secretly smug smile, your little Hera's sobbing appearance."

"?" Gu Chenchen's expression was like a symbol in words.

Kuaichuan's diary couldn't stop talking: "Concubine Hua is your home Mengmeng! Shenmeizhuang is Naherala!"

Gu Chenchen hadn't finished asking, "Zhi, have you watched a lot of TV shows lately? Why don't you speak in a manner..."

Kuaichuan diary can't wait to say it outright: "You take care of your family Mengmeng!"

Gu Chenchen couldn't figure it out: "Zhi, how could I be so stupid that you have changed, didn't you oppose us very much before?"

Kuaichuan Log raised his head to the sky (emoji package): "The world has changed. I will lose money to you too."

When it comes to this, Mr. Gu is really serious: "No, you have been losing money to me."

Kuaichuan Diary was annoyed: "Oh, I'm so angry! How can I lose so often! I only lost this time!" Taiwanese drama accent.

Gu Chenchen didn't tell him that he was short, and didn't care about what they said about Mengti just now, but he still pretended to say, "Okay, okay, I'll take care of my little Mengmeng, he is still young, how tolerant you are Look at him, he is young, not sensible, he is still a child."

Fast Travel Log: "I'll jump up and hit you, isn't he past his coming-of-age ceremony early? He's 19 this year, thank you!"

Gu Chenchen giggled: "I finally made it through, the previous years were winters (when Monty became an adult), no wonder the poet Shelley would say 'winter is here, can spring be far behind', imagine the poet in the long and In the lonely and empty winter night, wandering in the house, fidgeting, looking forward to and waiting for the first ray of spring, his mood is like that..."

Just as he was about to show off the many books he had read for setting up a character, Gu Chenchen was reminded:

[Hello, the fast travel log has cut off your conversation box]

[Hello, the system has cut off your conversation box]

Gu Chenchen had no choice but to sigh with emotion: "The spring is white and the snow is high, the song is high and the widowed, alas! This group of human beings with fishy lips!"

[Hello, Kuaichuan log completely closed your chat room and threw a big stupid dog at you]

Gu Chenchen: "..."

……

"You have to learn how to seize power, learn how to gain more power, the highest power." Linde told him about the ancient royal family's game, "learn how to deal with powerful people, and know your grandfather's ability to play power tricks,"

"I don't like to associate with the powerful," Garcia told him so directly.

Linde shook his head and smiled contemptuously, "With your own strength alone, you will never get what you want. There is no loot in this world that does not have to be obtained through disgust and despicable methods."

"I was born to be the future king. I can wear the crown no matter what. And how can I please these lackeys wearing noble hats?" Garcia was even more disdainful. He didn't like dealing with powerful officials, let alone that set of power tactics people.

"Yes, you can wear the crown anyway, it's just a question of whether you want to speed up or not." Linde said something that made him behead.

Garcia raised his eyebrows, with an unpleasant tone: "What are you talking about?"

"Things you like are easy to disappear. Don't you know that your father is going to attack the Netherlands?" Linde said leisurely.

"How do you know this news, Linde, you have kept a lot of things from me." Monty snorted coldly.

Linde didn't take his question, but said, "Don't be petty, Garcia. You'll be a good ruler."

But Monty changed his face towards him, "What do I want to do, and it's your turn to tell me what to do?"

It was the first time that Linde was rejected by Monty, and he couldn't help but froze, his face changed.Being scolded by Garcia like a dog.

One day, Garcia entered Netherland's study and saw some flowers were picked and placed on the vase on his desk. They were white silver orchids that grew in cold regions.Like snow, the dark green leaves withered and withered a little.It seems that the number of days has been placed a little too much.

Garcia thought, didn't the Netherlands hate white flowers? Some sloppy new maid picked the flowers by mistake, and why didn't they order the vase of flowers to be thrown away.

But just thinking about it this way, he was afraid that he would throw away the vase of flowers, so what if Nedland changed his mind and liked white flowers?So he left the flower untouched.

And when he appeared in the living room a few days later, he saw Hera putting the purchased silver orchids into the vase on the table, and Garcia knew how the silver orchids in Nederland's room came from.But after thinking about it, the white flower has not been thrown away by Nedland for a few days. Nedland must have known that it was picked by Hera, so he didn't say it bluntly for fear of dampening Hera's interest.

Thinking of this, Garcia's stomach felt sour. He hated Hera who was still playing with the flowers in the living room.When Hera saw him come back, she just raised her head and smiled with a pure and innocent smile: "You're back."

Monty refused to accept her kindness, and wanted to turn around and go upstairs, but Hera called him, "I knitted a scarf for you, and put it on your bed, can you see if it suits your heart?" It was already very A friendly tone, even an attempt to show weakness.

Garcia sneered inwardly, ignored her, went upstairs and entered the room.His refusal made De Hera a little embarrassed, and the maids next to her just pretended not to hear or see the scene just now, and buried their heads in inserting flowers for her.

When Garcia came to the room, he found a gray scarf, which was very similar to his hair color, thinking that Herat had knitted it for himself.I picked it up and wanted to burn it, but on second thought, I threw it in the trash can in the corridor.

And Hera would pass by the corridor of his room, and would surely see it.Sure enough, Hera still saw it. She didn't have any superficial reaction at the time, but was sad for a long time in the room. It was later that Netherlands learned that Garcia had thrown away the scarf Hera knitted for him.

"Hera's kindness, why did you throw it away?" Netherland's expression was a little serious, because he saw Hera secretly crying.

Garcia knew that Hera didn't have the guts to tell the Netherlands, so he guessed that some talkative servant might have told the Netherlands.Garcia was very relaxed, and casually said: "I saw a scarf in the room at the time. I put it on and found it very irritating to the skin. I thought it was a gift from a servant, so I threw it away if I didn't like it. It turned out to be Hera. It’s a gift, if I knew it, I wouldn’t be willing to wear it, and I would put it away.”

When he told a lie, he really didn't blink his eyes and didn't panic. Netherland looked at him, his tone was a little more lenient, and he said, "Then explain to Hera, don't let her be sad and misunderstand you."

Of course Garcia nodded and said yes, and then asked Netherlands: "When will Hera be sent back?"

"Go back? She has no relatives, and she will stay here." Nedland told him honestly.

Garcia sighed inwardly. Although he was prepared, it would be the reason, but he was still very angry in his heart: "Hera is not married yet, will it be inconvenient to live in our house?"

Netherlands responded to him like this: "She is your sister, you have to take good care of her, she has suffered too much before."

Garcia felt jealous and dissatisfied, but said on the surface: "I will, Ye Mi."

"You really have grown up," Nedland patted Garcia's head, but Garcia thought in his heart that he would only make an intimate gesture if he asked him to treat Hera well.Seeing Netherland's white face was like snow falling on the black window-sills.

"Ye Mi, I have grown up, stop looking at me like a child. I am equal to you, and you should look at me squarely." Garcia said that he wanted him to look at himself squarely, and that he could communicate with him on an equal footing. Even stand together as equals.

Ned Land's slight smile made his lips pursed into lines all the year round, making him look like a snowy owl in the chilly spring. "Of course, if you let me worry less, you will really grow up."

Garcia said meaningfully, "I have a way to make you look up to me."

"I'll wait and see." Netherlands only nodded, of course he couldn't know what method it would be.

One day, Nedland and Hera came back from the outside, they were talking and laughing, Nedland praised Hera, saying that she was "very talented in tango".No word has been heard since they entered the gate.Poseidon people are humorous in their bones, that's why the lady Hera couldn't stop laughing after being amused again and again.

"Are you back?" Knowing that Nedland and Hera had been going to the tango dance hall since the afternoon, Garcia sat in the living room and waited for them to come back.

When the needle reached ten o'clock, Garcia had already wiped the loaded gun back and forth no less than ten times before putting it into a leather case and taking it to the ballroom.

With sharp eyes, Hera saw that he was putting away the freshly inserted gun body, and couldn't help but "click", Nedland saw Garcia sitting on the sofa, Garcia covered the book on the pistol Above, concealing it, his expression was calm and unmoving, with the acting skills of a born movie star: "Ye Mi, I'm still reading, you guys came back so 'early'?"

"Of course, Hera said she was tired from dancing." When Nedland mentioned Hera's name, Garcia turned his head slightly and looked at Miss Hera, who was as petite as a nightingale beside Nedland.