Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

As soon as Chi Yu opened the rolling door, Gong Huasui came in like a rabbit. Before he could find Qinghe, his neck was violently grabbed and dragged out.

Gong Huasui refused to give up and shouted towards the upstairs, "Qinghe! Qinghe! Qing... um..."

Chi Yu had already closed all the doors upstairs. In order to avoid being exposed, he couldn't cover Gong Huasui's mouth, so he could only quickly drag him to the iron shed next to the scrap yard and throw him heavily against the wall.

The walls of the tin shed were made of bricks and tiles. Although only a thin layer of cement was laid on them, they held firm for several years.

But now, the bricks and stones collapsed, and Gong Huasui was trapped in the pile of stones. His body was covered with various wounds, some of which were black with blood, and some were torn and oozing new blood. His face was also dirty. He looked so miserable and shabby, completely different from the luxurious nobleman he used to be.

What he did next was to trample on his previous pride and dignity.

He sat up from the ground in a panic, and with a heavy, muffled thud, he knelt in the rubble.

Then he kowtowed to Chi Yu repeatedly, his voice broken and hoarse, filled with deep despair and humility.

"Uncle, I was wrong. Please, please let me see Qinghe, okay? I know he's back... I know he's back..."

Chi Yu looked down at the pale-faced young man at his feet without a trace of emotion. Even when he saw that his forehead was bleeding, he just looked away.

He couldn't have mercy on this bastard.

At that time, in order to prepare a birthday present for him, Qinghe knelt from the foot of the mountain to the top, and his forehead was almost broken. But on his birthday, this man watched Qinghe being taken away by the lake!

If he hadn't brought a doctor in time, this man would have had to give Chen Qiqing artificial respiration!

dirty!

"Didn't your brother tell you that Qinghe was killed by you a long time ago?"

Chi Yu squatted down, looking the boy in the eye with bloodshot eyes. Seeing Gong Huasui's stunned and stiff look, he sneered.

"That's right. They were so anxious to get you out, how could they possibly let you know the truth?"

"Do you know how my Qinghe died?"

Chi Yu's tone was suddenly filled with anger, veins bulged in his neck, and every word he uttered was squeezed out from between his teeth, feeling suppressed and sad.

"You kicked him off the balcony, and he suffocated to death in the water!"

"Before he died, he saw you saving others with his own eyes!"

"Do you still remember the injuries on Qinghe's body? If it weren't for those injuries, if you hadn't kicked him, he would have survived! How dare you do this to him! How dare you!"

Looking at Chi Yu's eyes filled with anger and hatred, Gong Huasui's soul seemed to be nailed.

He couldn't believe it, his head was buzzing.

If it weren't for him, Qinghe...would be able to survive...

Did he really kill Qinghe?

impossible!

There was still a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket tremblingly, wanting to show Chi Yu the video Song Xulin sent him, mumbling vaguely.

"Qinghe is not dead... Qinghe is not dead... I saw him..."

But before he could take it out, Chi Yu pulled out his phone and threw it to the ground.

"boom--"

"Get out of here! Don't ever show up in front of me again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

Gong Huasui stared blankly at the shattered screen for several seconds before he blinked dryly, raised his head, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Uncle, Qinghe... is he really dead?"

"roll!"

Chi Yu didn't want to bother with him anymore, so he turned and left.

But just as he was pulling the shutter down, Gong Huasui rushed in again. This time he was much crazier and rushed upstairs as soon as he came in.

But I don’t know if it was because I had too many injuries on my body or because I hadn’t eaten for several days, but as soon as I took the first step, I felt exhausted, my brain was dizzy, my steps were unstable, and I almost fell face down on the ground.

He knelt on the ground tremblingly, his face, which had already been pale, suddenly turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead, hitting the steps.

Under the cold white light, the young man's thin and strong back bent again. It was at this moment that Chi Yu realized that the ups and downs of a person's breathing could be so weak, so thin and fragile that it seemed like a gust of wind could break it.

Chi Yu was reluctant, but disappeared quickly. He took advantage of this opportunity to grab Gong Huasui and drag him out.

Sensing the force on his arm, Gong Huasui immediately reacted.

"Qinghe! Qinghe! Qinghe..."

His scarred hands tightly gripped the stair railings as he roared at the top of his lungs. With every roar, his face grew paler and the bitter taste in his mouth grew stronger, as if he had bitten something, and a faint smell of blood emanated from it.

As his fingers peeled off the railing one by one, the despair in Gong Huasui's eyes grew stronger. He knelt on the ground again, grabbed Chi Yu's hand and begged desperately.

"No... Uncle... I beg you... I know he's still here... Please let me just take a look at him... After that... I will never bother him again..."

Those beautiful dark brown eyes like gems were now cloudy, and tears mixed with the dust on his face dripped onto Chi Yu's arm. He lowered his posture to the lowest level, even with a flattering look.

"I told you, Qinghe is dead!"

Chi Yu exerted force with his arms and dragged the person out. Gong Huasui refused to give up. Even when he was knocked to the ground, his fingers were still tightly gripping the concrete floor.

The cement floor was rough to begin with, and Gong Huasui's delicate skin slid on it, leaving a large amount of blood. However, he seemed to feel nothing. The harder Chi Yu tried, the further he crawled forward, and the more serious the scratches became.

He cried, "No...no...I want to see Qinghe...Qinghe..."

"Sui Sui!"

Suddenly there was a sharp brake sound outside the door.

Gong Shimu got out of the car in a panic, and the first thing he saw was his brother lying on the ground, crying inconsolably.

Chi Yu let go of his hand at the right time and said coldly, "You are too slow, take the person away quickly."

Gong Shimu's breathing stagnated. He knelt on the ground, not daring to touch his brother because he was covered in wounds and he had no place to touch.

"I've already told you, your son was just an accident! Why are you mistreating him like this?"

Chi Yu snorted coldly, staring back fearlessly, "Accident? Gong Shimu, do you really take me for a fool? You can't even tell the difference between an accident and murder!"

He looked at Gong Huasui again, his eyes becoming even more sarcastic.

"Abuse? I don't think so. Besides, if he had known better at the beginning, he wouldn't have gotten into such a mess."

Gong Shimu's eyes were red with anger, "You!"

Gong Huasui drooped his eyelids, reached out and grabbed Chi Yu's trouser leg again, begging with a weak voice.

"Uncle... Qinghe... I'll just take a look..."

Gong Shimu couldn't bear to see his brother begging for help in such a cowardly manner, so he forcibly dragged him back.

It would have been fine if he hadn't pulled them, but once he did, the people started making a fuss again. Gong Huasui's voice was almost hoarse from crying, and his voice sounded like it was pulled out from a broken bellows, shrill and unpleasant.

"Let me go! I don't want it! Let go! Let go..."

Gong Shimu lowered his eyelids, knocked the man unconscious without hesitation, picked up Gong Huasui, got in the car, and hurried to the hospital.

Chi Yu looked at the car lights going away, pulled down the rolling door again, and considerately took out a mop to clean up the bloodstains on the ground.