Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Gong Huasui folded his arms and silently shrank back into the corner. He waited until the dense footsteps and flashlight light faded away from him before he could focus on checking the messages on his phone.

"bracelet……"

Gong Huasui spoke softly with thin lips, repeating the word "bracelet" several times, and his voice became lower and lower as he went on.

Unexplained pain in the chest.

He clutched the clothes in front of his chest, his dark brown eyes filled with confusion.

bracelet……

Throw away...

No!

He subconsciously turned around, wanting to follow the same path back to the banquet.

But just as he took the first step, a large flashlight beam appeared not far away.

I'm here to find him!

Whether it was out of guilt or the loss of courage, Gong Huasui stopped in mid-air, turned back, and disappeared into the darkness again.

The place where he hid was very secretive, stuck in the dead corner between the garden fence and the white wall. It was difficult to be discovered unless you got close, but there was always an exception.

The old butler has lived in the Gong family for most of his life and is very familiar with every corner of the old house.

He held the flashlight and shone it as he walked along the garden fence. The dazzling white beam of light swept across a large area of ​​blooming winter plums and would soon reach Gong Huasui's hiding place.

The flashlight flashed back and forth several times in the open space in front of Gong Huasui, getting closer and brighter, as if it would be discovered in the next second!

Gong Huasui lowered his body, tensed his muscles, looked ahead, and silently planned his escape route.

The footsteps in his ears gradually became louder, and Gong Huasui counted silently in his heart.

three.

two……

Before I could count to one, I heard a cry of surprise from afar!

"Found it! The young master's tracker!"

Everyone's attention was drawn to it, including Gong Huasui.

And just as he looked up at the source of the sound, the old butler's eyes met his.

"Uncle Feng..."

The old housekeeper opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw the fear on the child's face that he couldn't hide in time, pity finally overcame his reason.

"Hide well."

After saying this, he quickly adjusted his facial expression, pretended nothing had happened, and pushed the fence inward again. After making sure that the last corner of the young master's clothes was hidden, he turned sideways.

He took the watch handed to him by the bodyguard, stroked the spider texture on the watch glass, and sighed with his head down.

"The young master threw away his watch again."

He tilted his head slightly and instructed the bodyguard behind him, "The young master has probably left the old house. Go look for him outside."

"Yes!"

A large number of bodyguards dispersed in an orderly manner, and soon, only two people were left in this quiet place.

The weather in Jiangjing is the most changeable, with rain coming from time to time, but this year is particularly strange, with extremely rare snow falling.

The old butler wiped the pine snow off the dial and put it in his pocket.

He did not leave immediately, probably because worry dominated his mind. In the end, he did not hold up the long-handled black umbrella in his hand, but "accidentally" forgot it in a corner with dense branches.

The young man in the corner lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on the black umbrella for only a moment. As he watched the old man leave, the thin layer of snow on his gray hair, and his emotions became more complicated.

The fist in his pocket loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again.

On one hand, there is the fear of his third uncle, and on the other hand, there are the expectations of his family. These two things fall on both sides of the scale, making it impossible for him to find the balance point. He can only struggle and fall into a tangled vicious circle.

It wasn't until a loud "bang" sound came from behind that I had a chance to collect my troubled thoughts.

Looking at the colorful fireworks in the sky, Gong Huasui didn't even have to wonder whose masterpiece it was.

But... it's a bit too early to release it at this time.

I'm afraid it's not a celebration, but a warning to him.

Gong Huasui held the phone in his hand and smiled with his lips curved.

The laughter was so low that it could be easily covered by a slow breeze.

Forget it, it’s just a meal.

Bracelets are important.

Even though I thought so, I couldn't hide the trembling in my spine.

Hmm... I still hate that old man...

He stood up and planned to go back and apologize to Gong Shimu, but suddenly his eyes became blurry!

It felt like his brain was hit hard by a heavy hammer. The pain was so severe that he could hardly stand. He leaned against the wall to maintain his balance.

He shook his head, trying to regain some consciousness, but this seemed like a conspiracy that had been carefully planned for a long time, and there was no way he could escape.

The phone slipped and sank quietly into the soft soil.

The young man on the snow seemed to be enduring unimaginable pain. Cold sweat kept oozing out, instantly wetting the hair on his forehead.

His red, frozen fingertips trembled as he tried to pick up the phone, but strangely, he seemed to have lost all his mobility and couldn't even bend his fingers.

He was breathing heavily, his back leaning against the wall, sliding down little by little, and sitting on the ground in a very embarrassed manner, looking forward with difficulty.

In the hazy vision, the scene before my eyes gradually distorted and changed——

At the end of the snow, there seemed to be a flash of red light.

He subconsciously wanted to grab it, but before he could stand up, the red light suddenly seemed to have intelligence. It bounced twice harmlessly on the spot, and then suddenly turned into a bullet flashing with cold light!

【boom--】

Right between the eyebrows!

Gong Huasui felt a pain in his head and reflexively touched his forehead.

When he felt the boiling hot blood, his pupils contracted rapidly and he even forgot to breathe. The only thing left in his mind was the red bullet surrounded by black lines.

He blinked very slowly like a stiff and rusty robot. Many emotions flashed through his gradually dim eyes: shock, confusion, fear, anger, reluctance... but relief was not the only emotion!

"Even... I hate you... Don't even think about... getting rid of me..."

He gritted his teeth and cursed viciously at the air, his eyes becoming completely dim.

He hung his head, his arms weakly buried in the thin snow below, as if he had lost the last bit of life. He leaned decadently in this small, dark corner, and was gradually buried by frost and snow.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Four……

A sudden change occurred!

The bullet hidden in the head exploded with a bang, and turned into countless points of light, escaping from between the boy's eyebrows.

They floated in the air, as if reluctant to return to Gong Huasui's body again.

Until a cold snort similar to a warning came from the distance, and the light spots suddenly became silent and scrambled to get back!

The blood hole disappeared, the blood was absorbed, and the stiff skin regained its vitality... everything was as if nothing had happened, or it was just a dream.

The boy hiding in the snow finally moved again.

First, the eyelashes.

Next comes the fingers.

Then the arms.

Finally, the heart that started beating again!

The snow was getting heavier. When Gong Huasui woke up again, his eyelashes were heavy. He slowly stroked the back of his neck, raised his head and exhaled towards the dark sky.

When the warm air met the cold, it instantly turned into a thin layer of mist, making people shiver with cold and wanting to go back to the room to keep warm.

But Gong Huasui seemed to feel nothing. After regaining consciousness, he immediately picked up the phone on the ground, climbed up, and ran out with his back hunched.

"Qinghe..."

The wind on winter nights is the most torturous. When it blows on your face, it feels like an ice-hardened knife, cold and painful.

Gong Huasui left the old house and ran a few steps before his face turned blue with cold. The rare expectant smile on his face that he couldn't bring himself to smile looked a little sour.

His shoulders and head were hunched together, and his eyes glanced back and forward from time to time, as if he was waiting for something impatiently.

"Click——"

The taxi came to a halt with difficulty on the slippery ground, and there was another crisp sound of the door opening and closing.

At the same time, a hoarse voice that couldn't contain its excitement rang out...

In the Chi family villa, Chi Qinghe stared at the cake in his hand, lost in thought again.

Half an hour ago, due to a change of plans, Lao Chi had to advance his business trip and leave him at home.

Song Xulin was also taken by Shen Xi to the hospital to visit Song Chengfeng.

Logically speaking, he should go and take a look.

But it seems like I have a premonition——

Someone... is waiting for him?