He was a little anxious and nervous when he was sitting in the car, Pippi could tell.

Pippi then patted the co-pilot's seat lightly. He was sitting in the co-pilot. When he took out his mobile phone to contact the manager, Pippi saw it by accident.

"Quincy, is there something wrong?"

When Quincy heard Pippi's concern, she immediately put away the phone, he turned to look at her and smiled, "No."

Pippi knew he was lying, but she didn't expose it.

"It's fine if you don't have one, but if you have any questions and need my help, you can speak up at any time. You treat me as a friend, and I also treat you as a friend. I can't ignore my friend's affairs."

"Well, it's fine."

Even though he explained it this way, Pippi guessed that Quinxi's character would not allow him to help, so he could only keep an eye on this matter by himself.

Stories about the entertainment industry spread the fastest, and Pippi quickly took out his mobile phone to search for Quinxi's name, and sure enough, someone had already posted about the hospital.

The most recent piece of news is that Quincy is guarding her in the ward, and she also attached a photo of the ward with a somewhat imperfect angle.

It looked like the kind of photo that was snapped. In the photo, she was lying on the bed with half of her face exposed, and Quincy was spreading her arms to prevent them from entering.

"The juvenile traffic was too much fun in private, and his girlfriend went straight to the hospital."

Looking at the editor's copywriting, Pippi couldn't help but want to yell, it's a completely bottomless fabrication!

After sending Quincy home, Pippi couldn't help complaining in the car. Her mother didn't understand what Pippi was saying. She looked at her in surprise for a long time before she spoke.

"Pippi, what are you mumbling about?"

"It's nothing, I'm just angry when I see those gossip reporters scribbling."

"What, what did you scribble?"

Pippi said angrily, "It's just guessing about the relationship between me and Quincy. We are friends, so why should they just say something about our relationship? What are they?!"

"You can't blame those reporters."

I thought that my mother would scold the reporter together with me after hearing this, after all, my mother and my personality are relatively close, but I didn't expect my mother to say such a sentence, which made Pippi even more angry.

"Mom, you're still facing them!"

"I'm not facing them. It's your relationship that is easy to be misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding what?"

Pippi spread her hands helplessly, and frowned, "We're so different in age, I'm not interested in little boys."

"I know this, and I believe it, but others don't know, and others don't believe it. If I were a passerby, I would feel wrong if he guarded you so much."

"Then what? My family is not around, can he leave me behind? This is a normal person with a sense of responsibility who would not do this."

"Then let's not talk about that, just talk about him putting shoes on for you. If he doesn't like you, can he pay so much attention to you and respond so quickly. He is willing to put down his posture and do one thing, doesn't he like it?"

"this...."

Pippi turned her head quickly, thinking about how to respond to her mother's words.

More than ten seconds passed, and Pippi still hadn't thought of a suitable answer.

It took a while for her to explain weakly, "He is kind, I just woke up and felt unwell, so he naturally helped me."

"So attentive and so fast? Overtake me, over the nurse? At that time, he was the furthest away from you, but his reaction was the fastest."