Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

[Host... We may... have to stay... in this world... for a while... Given my current... situation... I may...]

4011 spoke haltingly, the intermittent sound of electricity filling the end of each word, and he sounded in a bad state.

【I know, you should have a good rest.】

Chi Qinghe had no expression on his face, as if he had guessed it long ago. He nodded slightly and let 4011 rest.

Although 4011 really wanted to talk more with the host, given its current situation, it decided to save some energy and keep its mouth shut.

Float back to the potted plant, close your eyes, and prepare to hibernate.

But at this moment, there was a sudden quarrel outside the door, followed by the door being slammed.

The man seemed to have kicked the door, and after just two kicks, the door panel showed signs of loosening and breaking.

At the same time, the sound outside the door became more panicked.

"Mr. Chi is resting now. You can't go in and disturb him." The nanny pulled the intruder's arm and warned in a trembling voice.

"I don't hit women, let me go."

The person who was speaking was tall and long-legged, wearing a bright red racing suit and a head of red hair. His rebellious and mischievous aura almost became a reality.

When he frowned and glared at people, he looked very vicious. The nanny had never seen such a bad guy before, and she was a little scared for a moment.

Red Hair took this opportunity to pull back his arm and kicked the door.

"Bang-"

The door panel was completely scrapped and fell to the ground.

Redhead walked to the bedside aggressively.

"It's you, Chi. What kind of magic potion did you give me? I was skiing happily outside, and you brought me back to be your bodyguard! Who the hell do you think you are?"

Chi Qinghe glanced at him and said to the self-blaming nanny, "Go find someone to replace the door."

"Yes."

The nanny breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and quickly went out to contact the door replacement technician, and the room returned to silence.

Chi Qinghe didn't even look at Hongmao and continued flipping through the magazine in his hand.

Wenson had told him before that Mr. He wanted to send his grandson to be his bodyguard, saying that it was to protect his safety.

But this brat is notorious for his bad temper, love of fighting, and is completely useless...

If he hadn't known Mr. He for more than 20 years, he would have suspected that the old man was a traitor and was deliberately targeting him.

He Yan had never been ignored like this before. He didn't care whether the other person was a patient or not. He grabbed Chi Qinghe's collar and pulled him towards him.

"Well……"

Chi Qinghe's injuries had not yet fully healed. When he was pulled forward, all the wounds on his upper body were aching. The pain was so severe that he almost couldn't recover and his face turned pale.

"I rely on!"

He Yan was so scared that he quickly let go. It would have been better if he hadn't let go. As soon as he let go, Chi Qinghe's head hit the headboard hard. His head was buzzing and he couldn't recover for a long time.

He Yan also knew that he was in trouble. He touched his head and turned around in place. He seemed to want to pick up Chi Qinghe and send him to the hospital.

When he was touched, his brows furrowed even more, cold sweat broke out, and he didn't dare to move at all.

"Oh my god! Don't die! I haven't even hit you yet!"

He touched his head and became visibly more irritable.

Chi Qinghe pressed his chest and calmed his breathing. He finally had the strength to speak and couldn't wait to tell the person to get out.

"roll……"

He Yan never had anything nice to say.

"Why are you leaving? If I leave now and you die, won't I become a fugitive suspect?"

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, and he took out his cell phone and called his grandfather.

The moment the call was connected, he raised his voice and yelled at the other end, "Old man, if I accidentally kill my boss, what do you say..."

He didn't even get to say the rest of the words when a roar even louder than his came from the other side.

"He Yan, you little bastard! Not only do you act like a fool on a daily basis, but you actually dare to set your sights on Xiao Chi. I tell you, if Xiao Chi loses a hair, you won't have to stay in the He family anymore!"

He Yan glanced at the young man's gradually recovering complexion, and the stone in his heart was immediately put down, but his mouth was still very hard.

"You're too late. I just accidentally dropped him to the ground, and now he can even get up."

"you you you……"

Mr. He on the other end of the phone was furious. He couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, and finally hung up the phone.

He Yan was so embarrassed that he wanted to hit her again, but...

Blacklisted.

"It's so funny."

He Yan shrugged his shoulders and looked down at Chi Qinghe.

Suddenly he leaned forward and moved closer, the distance between them suddenly shortened, their breaths hitting each other's skin, making Chi Qinghe reflexively want to push him away.

He Yan grabbed the young man's fist. Chi Qinghe was unwilling to give up, so he pulled out his other hand and was about to hit He Yan's chin.

He Yan followed the same method and easily subdued the man.

"Chi, since neither of us looks down on the other, when the old man comes, you should know what you can and cannot say."

"roll."

Chi Qinghe closed his eyes and turned his head away, not wanting to look at him.

But He Yan was a thick-skinned man, and had no awareness of bullying the patient. He pressed Chi Qinghe's fist under his body, lowered it another centimeter, and spoke in a hoarse voice, which was very disgusting.

"I know I'm good-looking, but don't be greedy for me. You're pretending to obey me but secretly trying to keep me here... I haven't learned anything else in the past few years, but I'm pretty good at playing tricks on people. If you want to be a bitch, you can come to me and try it."

Chi Qinghe: "..."

He really had nothing to say, so he just pretended to be blind and dumb.

"Hey, don't pretend you didn't hear me. I'm telling you the truth."

Seeing that Chi Qinghe was so stubborn, He Yan became furious and started to pull up Chi Qinghe's eyelids.

"Don't pretend you can't see me. Did you hear what I said to you?"

This person was simply jumping around on Chi Qinghe's sore spot. While Chi Qinghe was licking his eyelids, one of his hands was freed, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped the person in front of him.

The crisp sound of slapping rang out in the room, as abrupt as the bright red mark that appeared on the pampered face.

Chi Qinghe didn't hold back his strength when he slapped He Yan, causing his head to tilt. He froze in place for a long time without being able to react.

"Dare to hit me? You have guts!"

He Yan poked Chi Qinghe's red left cheek with the tip of his tongue, laughed angrily, and immediately grabbed Chi Qinghe's neck and wanted to kill him.

Chi Qinghe was not to be outdone and fought back by grabbing He Yan's neck.

The complexion of the two men became increasingly pale, and gradually turned purple due to lack of oxygen. But even so, they did not relax their strength in their hands at all, as they both had the intention of killing each other.

At this moment, He Yan's waist was kicked away by a strong force, followed by a barrage of fists hitting his face.

Wenson used all his strength in every move. He rode on He Yan's body and punched him until blood came out.

But He Yan was no pushover. While holding Vinson's arm, he used his waist and abdomen to pull him over, and the two exchanged positions.

The situation was reversed at this moment, and he was not stingy with his punches. With each punch, the skin turned purple. Although Vinson had received professional training, he was unable to withstand it at this time and could only defend himself and look for opportunities to fight back.

At this time, Chi Qinghe got up from the bed, picked up the vase on the wooden shelf, and smashed it hard on his head.

Blood soon came out of his scalp, but He Yan only paused for a moment and turned around to attack Chi Qinghe, but Wenson would never give him this opportunity.

He immediately stood up, locked He Yan's neck with both arms, and quickly dragged him back, fearing that he would hurt Chi Qinghe again.

But Chi Qinghe didn't want to let him go so easily. When he walked over, he picked up the inkstone on the wooden table while He Yan was still locked by Wenson.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

The inkstone hit He Yan's head three times in a row, and his entire face was covered in blood.

"Chi, how dare you do this to me? I'll kill you! Let me go! Two against one is nothing!"

He Yan roared, squeezing even harder with his whole body.

Chi Qinghe completely understood what Mr. He meant by "never lost a fight."

If these three blows happened to an ordinary person, he would have fainted long ago.

But hitting him on the head did no harm at all except covering his face in blood and making him even angrier.

It was also at this time that Chi Qinghe changed his original idea.

This person can stay, but he needs to be trained well.

Now when he was thinking about how many people he should find to defeat He Yan, Old He came hurriedly.

His sight shifted from the broken door panel to the chaotic battle inside. Without a second thought, he drew his cane and struck his grandson.

"You little bastard, you dare to attack him! I'll kill you today!"

The bodyguards following Mr. He were not surprised and separated Wenson and Chi Qinghe in a well-trained manner.

In the automatically drawn isolation zone, a white-haired old man was waving his cane and hoeing fiercely at a red-haired young man.

He Yan no longer had the arrogance he had just now. He didn't dare to attack his grandfather at all. He could only hide and scream.

"Grandpa, am I still your dearest grandson? How dare you hit me in front of people outside!"

"Ouch, ouch!"

"Pain Pain!"

"Just be gentle and pretend in front of others."

The more Mr. He listened, the angrier he became, and he whipped harder.

"You idiot boy, I think you deserve a beating!"