Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

The temperature in the early morning is much colder than during the day. Occasionally, the sound of car horns blows along with the biting cold wind, blowing the white snow piled on the branches above and pressing it onto the dark umbrella.

Chi Qinghe moved the slightly heavy umbrella away, looked up at the sky through the glaring headlight, and saw that the snow showed no sign of stopping, so he involuntarily shrank his head into his scarf.

"I understand." The bodyguard in the booth hung up the phone and picked up the walkie-talkie.

Soon, the doorbell system in front of Chi Qinghe rang with the bodyguard's official words.

"Sorry, it's too late now. It's really inconvenient for the young master to receive you. Please go back."

After being rejected three times in a row, Chi Qinghe's expression didn't change much. He just put the light green gift bag in his hand on the snow.

"If possible, please help me pass this gift to him, and..."

The bodyguard in the pavilion was waiting earnestly for the follow-up, but the young man outside the iron gate seemed to be stuck. He stood there in silence for a long time. When he finally spoke, all he could say was "thank you".

The bodyguard put down the intercom and waited until everyone was far away before he mentally prepared himself and placed his hand on the door handle.

As soon as he pushed open a small gap, the cold wind outside the pavilion rumbled in, making him shiver several times.

He took a deep breath, ran outside quickly, got the gift bag, and rushed back.

As soon as I got back to the pavilion, I quickly closed the door, folded my arms, and turned up the air conditioner several degrees.

"It's freezing in this weather..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang again.

"Yes, he has left."

"Leave a gift." The bodyguard glanced at the bag.

This packaging looks expensive.

"Ah? Throw it away!" the bodyguard exclaimed, "But..."

"Don't repeat yourself! I will deal with it as soon as possible and will never let the young master see it!"

"I understand, Assistant Dong."

……

Five o'clock in the morning.

Probably because he was too cold, Chi Qinghe clearly felt that something was wrong with his body.

He experienced all the symptoms of a fever, including dizziness, fever, nausea, fatigue, and a rapid heartbeat. He was so exhausted that he couldn't even go downstairs to get medicine. He could only curl up in bed, gasping for breath and calming his heartbeat.

The heartbeat beside the eardrum became faster and more chaotic, like thunder and drums in the sky. The mind became fuzzy. Twenty minutes disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Although his condition worsened, Chi Qinghe was still in the mood to joke.

4011, this little system that never comes home, said he was going out to find him reinforcements to resist the plot, but he hasn't come back in such a long time, I'm afraid he's already forgotten about him...

Little heartless...

Song Xulin slept particularly restlessly tonight, especially in the second half of the night. His throat suddenly became very dry and he desperately wanted to drink water.

But getting up is too troublesome, so I can only keep lingering in the quilt, hoping to fall asleep.

But he didn't know what was wrong with him. There was always a buzzing sound in his ears, like a mosquito or a bee. No matter how he covered his head with the quilt, it was of no use!

Chi Qinghe was right next to him, so Song Xulin tried to be as gentle as possible in all his movements, for fear of waking up the boy.

Only after he went downstairs to the kitchen and closed the partition door did he dare to make any big moves.

He searched here and there, and there was a clanging sound for a long time.

When he came out, he was busy with a lemon Basque cake that he had almost finished in one hand, a bottle of cold orange juice in the other, and a strawberry cookie in his mouth.

When passing the living room, he stuffed the remaining cake into his mouth, aimed at the trash can and threw it, and it went into the goal with a clang!

"Basketball Prince! Yes!"

Song Xulin is a little kid who can be easily coaxed by snacks. Once he is well fed and well-drinking, his bad temper will disappear.

It was still dark outside, and I could vaguely see traces of falling snow with the help of the faint light, and I felt sleepy again.

He yawned and was about to go back to his room for another super long nap, but his head was pounding and his heart was aching secretly.

"That's strange. Could I be having a heart attack?"

He covered his chest and looked hesitantly at the closed door beside him.

Chi Qinghe was already delirious from the burns. When he heard muttering outside, he opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

"Xu...Lin..."

All the water in his body was used to cool him down, and his throat was so dry that it was almost smoking. Even if he tried his best, he could only make an almost inaudible sound.

Song Xulin outside the door obviously didn't have such good hearing, and he could only mutter to himself while pressing his heart.

"How about we go take a picture... Never mind, I'll do it after I wake up."

He rubbed his sleep-messy hair and didn't stay in front of Chi Qinghe's door for too long. He yawned and continued walking towards his room.

Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, Chi Qinghe's face was filled with impatience. He struggled to make some noise, but before he could reach the alarm clock on the bedside table, his body suddenly went out of control!

"Boom-"

My forehead hit the floor and I felt even more dizzy. I didn't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed like hot blood was coming out.

How strange, I clearly didn't hit the corner of the cabinet...

He tried hard to stay awake, but after waiting for a long time, no one could find him.

For a moment, Chi Qinghe hated himself very much, and hated this body that lost the ability to move at the slightest illness!

This feeling of self-loathing is like an infinitely replicating virus. Once it exceeds a certain limit, it will suddenly erupt, plunging the body into an endless void...

It is still a memory of past and present lives.

Chi Qinghe remembered that on every important day in his life, no matter how busy Old Chi was, he would turn down appointments and stay with him.

But this time... why did you leave...

Suisui is actually back, right?

Why don’t you admit it?

Why don't you want to see him?

Why block him a second time?

He spent a long time choosing that gift...

The emotional guardrails were finally broken down. In a short moment, the familiar feeling of loneliness was like a pair of warm hands with blades embedded in them, once again grasping his entire heart.

Mechanical trembling prompted him to curl up his body, an instinctive movement to seek shelter, but at this moment, there was no one beside him and no one could protect him.

He could only clearly feel the sharp, cold blade pressing into his flesh, squeezing out the little warm blood he had left and stripping away the life force in his body. The pain was so intense that he almost suffocated!

After a while, the silence was finally broken by a whimper full of grievance.

"Lao Chi...I feel uncomfortable..."