Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Gong Huasui walked up the spiral staircase of the villa step by step with a wooden face.

The red velvet carpet under his feet was very sound-absorbing, but now it made a clanging sound when stepped on. The panicked crowd rushed towards him like swimming fish.

His shoulders were bumped by oncoming guests from time to time, but he didn't feel any pain. He just almost lost his balance and rolled down the stairs several times.

When the waiter saw that the person he bumped into was the young master of the Gong family, he immediately lowered his head.

"Sorry, young master, are you hurt?"

"..."

"Young Master? Young Master?"

The waiter was puzzled by Gong Huasui's silence, but he was still relieved in his heart. He apologized softly and left immediately, fearing that the other party would remember him.

There seemed to be a hint of anger and frustration in Gong Huasui's eyes, but it quickly disappeared without a trace.

His nails pressed harder and harder on the handrail, as if he was trying to grab onto something, or leave a mark, but even when he reached the last step, his steps didn't stop for a moment...

Chi Qinghe looked up in the direction of Xiao Lan, then looked at the crowd below who were walking in the opposite direction, his eyes becoming increasingly cold.

[Host!] 4011 floated to the second-floor balcony on the side of the villa. [I found him! Go over and stop him!]

Chi Qinghe quickly walked through the crowd and turned towards the villa without hesitation.

"boom--"

He kicked the door open.

"Gong Huasui!"

Perhaps because he had never roared so loudly before, Chi Qinghe's throat could not bear it at all. After just one roar, he became hoarse and kept coughing.

His back bent uncontrollably because of the cough, but he didn't dare to slow down and staggered forward.

The boy's steps froze for a moment, and he instinctively wanted to turn around. His thin lips moved, but before he could even utter the word "Qing", his eyes suddenly became even more empty...

There was no light in the room. A cool moon with a missing corner hung high in the colorful glass window, bringing the chill autumn wind and faint light into this foreign land.

The bead chain couldn't hold the gauze curtain, and was blown up by the wind, tapping on the glass door of the balcony. The boy's white suit covered with the blurred moonlight made Chi Qinghe feel unfamiliar for no reason.

He pretended to be calm and grabbed the boy's arm.

"Sui Sui, turn back and see if I'm okay?"

Apart from his voice becoming much hoarser, Chi Qinghe was not much different from usual. His tone was slow and gentle, and there was even a hint of doting, like coaxing a child, in his voice.

But this time, what he got in return was no longer a warm embrace, nor a sweet smile with curved eyebrows.

From head to toe, from top to bottom, all Gong Huasui gave him was indifference.

She didn't even want to turn around and look at him. She shook off his hand irritably and hurried to the balcony.

"roll!"

Chi Qinghe was unwilling to give up. In an attempt to stop the person, his back hit the white jade railing of the balcony.

His position and fulcrum were very bad. If Gong Huasui pushed him lightly, he would fall over the railing and into the water.

But at this moment, he had no time to care about these things. He pinched the boy's shoulders and questioned him harshly.

"Gong Huasui, who am I!"

Gong Huasui frowned, his deep brown peach blossom eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"Chi Qinghe, you are so annoying. Can't you see that she is about to drown?"

After saying this, his shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

Chi Qinghe's pale and painful face was clearly reflected in Gong Huasui's pupils, and his heart was almost torn in two.

"Qing...He..." I feel so uncomfortable. I don't want this to happen.

The arms hanging at his sides were like rusty machines, rising up intermittently, as if to hug the boy in front of him. However, as the look in his eyes became more and more creepy, the leaked emotions and self-awareness were once again locked in an airtight box and fell silent.

"Yeah, I'm here, Sui Sui, don't cry."

When a teardrop hit his palm, Chi Qinghe's voice was filled with an indescribable pain.

He wanted to touch the boy's eyes, but when he was halfway there, his arm was tightly grasped.

Gong Huasui had a cold expression on his face, and the strength in his hands was so great that he could crush bones. Seeing the other person's frown, he shook him off.

"Don't touch me, dirty."

After saying this, he didn't want to waste any more time on this person, so he unbuttoned his clothes and prepared to take off his coat to save him.

"Don't you hate her the most? If she died...shouldn't you be very happy?"

Chi Qinghe's throat was so dry and sore that the sound he made was hoarse and unpleasant. He almost immediately noticed the obvious disgust between Gong Huasui's brows.

Even though he knew all this was fake, he still felt like he was doused in a bucket of ice water, powerless and desperate.

"Are you a psychopath? That's a human life after all. No matter how much I hate her, I can't just watch her die in my house. Now, one word, get out of the way, or don't blame me for pushing you over!"

Psychopath?

Maybe so.

"Do you really know what you are doing?" Chi Qinghe took a deep breath, and the paranoia in his eyes deepened.

"nerve."

Gong Huasui rolled his eyes and pushed the person away, but Chi Qinghe grabbed him with one move, not only locking his neck, but also pressing him against the white marble surface of the railing!

"Give him back to me!" Chi Qinghe growled.

Gong Huasui's eyes changed color, and in an instant, the expression on his face did a 180-degree turn.

He blinked his eyes, and the tears came out as if they were coming out, looking so pitiful.

"Qinghe...I'm in so much pain..."

Chi Qinghe subconsciously let go of his hand. Gong Huasui raised the corner of his lips in disdain, bent his knees, and pushed the boy's stomach mercilessly.

This was the trick he used to severely injure his opponents in the ring, but now he used it against Chi Qinghe.

"Puff-"

Chi Qinghe was overturned, lost his balance and accidentally fell into the water.

Chi Qinghe had no time to react to the previous attack. The burning pain in his abdomen made him unable to exert any strength, and even swimming upstream seemed extremely difficult.

At this time, it was pouring rain.

[Host, three minutes are up! ]

The period of exhaustion has arrived.

All the strength in his body was suddenly drained away, and the wounds left by praying to gods and Buddhas suddenly became several times worse. Chi Qinghe couldn't help but open his mouth and cry out in pain.

But there was water all around, and no one could hear his voice. Instead, the lake water took this opportunity to quickly invade his mouth, and bubbles kept floating up, greedily snatching away all the air!

He was almost suffocating.

"Puff-"

There was another clear and loud sound of entering the water.

Chi Qinghe opened his eyes and used his last bit of strength to reach out to the white figure.

Gong Huasui glanced at him, then... turned around without hesitation and swam towards Chen Qiqing.

Looking at the two of them holding hands, hugging, and completely abandoning him as they swam upwards, the tense string in Chi Qinghe's mind suddenly broke.

The undercurrent at the bottom of the lake seemed to carry a mysterious magnetic field. In an instant, it materialized into countless terrifying thick vines, which ferociously controlled his limbs, making him unable to move!

His hearing, vision, and touch disappeared one after another, and he seemed to be pulled back into that pure white space and turned into an ignorant and insensitive rubber man.

【Host! 】

【Host! 】

"Qingheqingqing!"

"Qingheqingqing!"

The two little parrots were so anxious that they were running around on the water. Their wings were wet because they had jumped into the water more than once. They could only hang low near the water surface and watch their little master getting farther and farther away from them.

Gong Huasui held Chen Qiqing's hand and swam upstream. Only when he heard Xiaoqing and Xiaolan's anxious cries did he reluctantly take his eyes off the woman.

I noticed a person twenty meters away, quietly drifting away with the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grab the person back, and his mouth opened and closed, shouting unconsciously.

"Qinghe..."

"do not want!"