Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

No one knew what Gong Huasui and Chi Qinghe talked about in the ward. All they remembered was that after Gong Huasui left, the corridor became much quieter, and even the annoying crying of the little kid disappeared.

"Did Cookie get angry here? When he left, his face was blacker than charcoal. I greeted him kindly, but he glared at me! I didn't even provoke him!"

Song Xulin slammed the empty kettle onto the bedside table, turned around and grabbed Chi Qinghe and started complaining.

"And his fiancée! As soon as she leaves the house, she grabs her crappy phone and starts talking nonsense, speaking in awful foreign languages! What a show-off!"

"Damn... foreign language? Pretending?"

Chi Qinghe didn't quite understand why the other party was angry, and he had a wild thought that if Song Xulin met his former self, he would definitely give him the middle finger.

For a period of time, in order to enter the overseas market, Chi often answered a phone call in a different language.

Now that I think about it, such behavior does seem a bit pretentious in the eyes of others.

Song Xulin had no idea of ​​Chi Qinghe's introspective thoughts at the moment. He hung his head and muttered for a long time, his hair almost being pulled into a mess, before he roared in frustration.

"You do not understand!"

Not only did that woman make a phone call, she also kept looking at him! The look in her eyes made him look like a prostitute!

Has the Gong family fallen on hard times to the point where they need an alliance?

What a crappy fiancée Cookie found!

Seeing Chi Qinghe's eyes dazed by his yelling, Song Xulin felt depressed for no reason. He rubbed his face and waited until he calmed down before sitting back in his chair.

"I just made a mistake. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's my problem."

After saying that, he rubbed his face again. When he raised his head again, the last bit of hostility on his face disappeared. His lips curled up and he smiled as he peeled an apple for Chi Qinghe.

"Sister Shen was stuck in traffic, so it took a while for the meal to arrive. I'll peel these and put them in the kettle. I'll make you some apple water to go along with it."

"Ah."

Chi Qinghe's gaze shifted from the red apple that was quickly peeling off from the boy's fingertips to the messy little black head.

Unconsciously, an emotion called pity rose up and quickly occupied his entire heart.

The Song Xulin he knew, no matter how bad his temper was, would never make such comments about a lady he just met.

He must have been wronged...

Song Xulin only felt his head sink slightly, and the warm fingertips sank into his hair. After rubbing it twice with deep comfort, they carefully combed his messy hair like a gentle and forgiving elder.

He didn't know when he stopped peeling the apple. It was hard for him to describe his current mood.

All the places touched by Chi Qinghe felt hot; her ears seemed to be broken, ringing from time to time; her hands were numb, and she could hardly hold the apple.

My whole body... from the inside out... feels a little out of control...

"Tick-"

The back of his hand was unexpectedly wetted by a few drops of hot tears. Song Xulin touched the corner of his eyes in a daze and felt a wetness. He woke up as if from a dream, and his ears were burning with shame!

While Chi Qinghe wasn't noticing, she quickly turned her head and wiped her face roughly, but somehow, the more she wiped, the wetter it became.

Just when he was thinking about how to escape from the ward in a more decent way, Chi Qinghe gave him a way out at the right time.

"Let's go home. The smell of disinfectant here is too strong."

Disinfectant?

Song Xulin recalled Chi Qinghe's obsessive-compulsive behavior of using alcohol wipes to disinfect whenever he arrived in a public place, and silently shut his mouth.

He nodded with Chi Qinghe on his back and quickly packed up his things. He didn't dare to look back the whole time, for fear that the other party would discover his embarrassing situation.

Chi Qinghe looked at the boy's awkward back, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

【Host. 】

No one knew where 4011 came out from, and when Chi Qinghe noticed it, it had already floated to Chi Qinghe's left shoulder and sat down in a very familiar manner.

[I'm back.] Chi Qinghe lowered his eyelashes, his dark eyes fixed on the glowing potato chips on his shoulder.

【Um. 】

4011's tone lacked some liveliness.

[We've found reinforcements, they're very strong, and should be able to handle the forced plot without any problems. However... I feel like they're not very trustworthy... They lack a strong sense of responsibility... I can't rule out the possibility that teammates will become enemies.]

Chi Qinghe: [It doesn't matter, as long as I can come back safely.]

Hearing this, 4011's body suddenly stiffened, and almost subconsciously floated in front of Chi Qinghe, and tapped the boy's head and heart with his two straight, thin hands like matchsticks.

Two seconds later, the breath that had finally been relaxed came up again, and it stared at the boy with its eyes as big as black beans.

【Late! Clear! Harmonious!】

4011 rarely called Chi Qinghe by his full name, and the anger in his words was already rising to the sky.

You're such a lunatic! You can't even take care of yourself!

Chi Qinghe didn't realize he was being scolded at all, and even had the mind to make a joke.

"I'm a patient after all, so please be considerate and let me sleep peacefully for a while."

This sentence choked 4011's anger. He held back the word "you" for a long time, feeling extremely uncomfortable. In the end, he simply decided to turn a blind eye. After giving Chi Qing a warning look, he disappeared again, scratching his head.

Looking at the nothingness before him, a trace of loneliness flashed in Chi Qinghe's eyes, and his half-raised wrist finally fell back to its original position...

"We're almost done packing, let's go. Sister Shen said we'll be there in five minutes." Song Xulin pushed the wheelchair while slinging the slightly empty bag over his shoulder.

In the morning, he carried Chi Qinghe to the emergency room of the hospital. He didn't have time to bring anything from home. After packing, it was less than half the size of a schoolbag and was very light.

"it is good."

The wheelchair was parked beside the bed. Chi Qinghe was about to push himself to move it, but Song Xulin walked up to him, took out an olive green beanie from his arms and put it on Chi Qinghe.

This was something Shen Xi picked up from the car. It was originally a sample that was to be sent to the company, but now... it was confiscated out of courtesy.

Glancing at the boy's increasingly refined face, Song Xulin paused strangely, and silently gave a thumbs-up to a certain fashion director in his heart.

"It's quite good."

As he spoke, he bent down, exerted a little force, and picked the person up.

"Why are you trying to show off? I have plenty of strength." He grinned, looking arrogant and proud.

If there wasn't a little barely noticeable redness in the corner of his eyes, no one would have thought that the boy in front of them was secretly wiping tears in the bathroom just a few minutes ago.

He pushed Chi Qinghe in a wheelchair into the elevator.

Because of the heavy snow last night, there are a lot of patients in the hospital today. The elevator has to stop every time it goes down a floor.

This feeling is like sitting in a racing car that keeps braking. In addition, there is no air circulation inside, and all kinds of sour and smelly smells are mixed together. A normal person would feel nauseous and want to vomit, let alone Chi Qinghe who is sick.

Song Xulin secretly turned off the phone after changing the notes, lowered his head, and as expected, saw Chi Qinghe with a furrowed brow.

After all, it was a public place, so he couldn't say anything, nor could he make a move to chase people away. His face just darkened, and he gripped the handle of the wheelchair, his muscles tightened, making a teeth-grinding clattering sound.

Well, he wasn't threatening anyone.

Although they thought so in their hearts, the people in the elevator were still frightened by this pajama devil and could not help but stay away from him, fearing that they would be implicated.

Some even got off the elevator early, but before leaving, they couldn't help but complain quietly.

"What a terrible luck today! I keep running into abnormal psychopaths, each one with a uglier face than the other..."

Chi Qinghe curled his fingers slightly, his long eyelashes trembled, and he silently suppressed the dense bitterness in his heart.

Just then, a buzzing sound was heard in the empty elevator.

Song·Successfully cleared an elevator with a sour face·Xu Lin, in an especially good mood, fumbled for his cell phone from his pocket.

"Uncle Chi landed so soon? Why is it a video call?"

Hearing this, Chi Qinghe's expression suddenly changed, "Don't answer it! Let me, let me go out first, don't let Lao Chi see me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Yu on the other end of the phone hung up early as if by some strange tacit understanding.

"Uh, do I still need to call?" Song Xulin scratched his head.

"Let's fight after we get in the car." Chi Qinghe pursed his lips and his shoulders gradually sank.

"Oh."