Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Mr. He is nearly eighty years old and his body is no longer as strong as when he was young.

The doctor repeatedly warned him not to do strenuous exercise, not to get angry, and to keep his composure.

But in order to vent his anger on Chi Qinghe, he raised his cane and beat He Yan for half an hour.

Half an hour later, the farce was over. Mr. He held his waist and sat down on the chair, gasping for air.

He Yan knelt in front of him with a bruised face and a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

But when he saw Mr. He's hands shaking as he swallowed a handful of pills in succession, he completely lost his temper, hung his head, and remained silent.

"Xiao Chi, blame me for what happened today. I won't let him appear in front of you again."

Hearing this, He Yan had no time to be happy before he was caught off guard and stabbed in the back by Chi Qinghe's words.

"Mr. He, I am quite satisfied with him."

He Yan glared at the young man opposite him, "Satisfied! Are you satisfied? Are you a masochist? I've tortured you like this... Awooo..."

Mr. He raised his cane, aimed it at He Yan's head and hit him hard.

"You bastard! Is this how you talk to your boss?"

He Yan covered his head and continued to be stubborn, "What kind of boss is he? I don't need his money."

Chi Qinghe raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mr. He.

Sure enough, the next second, he made a move.

"Stop all his cards, take the keys to his house and garage, and any cash. Search for whatever you have. Don't give him any chance."

Mr. He gave instructions to the secretary beside him in front of him.

"Also tell those soft-hearted people in the family, if they dare to secretly help him once, they won't have to stay in the He family anymore."

"Grandpa, what are you doing!"

He Yan stood up excitedly.

"Without money and house, how can I live?"

"You're not missing any limbs, so why can't you survive? Didn't I find a job for you?"

He Lao snorted coldly, "How many people want to work with Xiao Chi? Don't be so ungrateful."

He Yan was disdainful. "How much can he give me in a month? I start with two thousand for a meal."

Wenson had a very bad impression of He Yan, but when it came to the area he managed, he still said something indifferent.

"That's just enough for you to eat a hundred meals. Even if you count every month as thirty-one days, you won't starve to death."

He Yan quickly calculated in his mind, two hundred thousand...what a waste of his life.

"I'm different..."

Before he could utter the word "yi", Chi Qinghe interrupted him.

"Wenson is talking about the salary for regular employees. You haven't officially joined yet, you're still in the internship phase. It's 2,000 a month. You don't have to worry about food and accommodation, the company will cover it all."

Chi Qinghe spoke in a serious tone, but his eyes showed a clear provocation to He Yan.

Wenson also knew that Xiao Chi was always trying to make things difficult for him, so he didn't expose the matter of internship salary and just stood by him quietly as a background figure.

Mr. He: "Two thousand is not enough."

A small flame of hope ignited in He Yan's eyes, but it went out the next second.

Because his old man's next words were -

"That's too much. Give him 800, just enough to top up your phone bill."

Damn! Was he given as a gift when I topped up my phone? Treat him like this!

When Mr. He met Chi Qinghe, he completely lost the look of disdain he had towards He Yan.

His tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and he stepped forward, holding Chi Qinghe's hand. He looked left and right, his eyes filled with worry that was almost overflowing, as if Chi Qinghe was his own grandson.

"Xiao Chi, I'm sorry for making you suffer. Do you want to check your injuries again? It would be bad if there's internal bleeding."

As he said that, he turned his head and his expression changed rapidly. He kicked the brat on the ground in frustration.

"Why don't you come over here and apologize!"

He Yan was so angry that his teeth were about to break, especially when he saw Chi Qinghe hiding behind the old man and deliberately giving him a provocative smile.

He couldn't help it and wanted to chop the man's head off on the spot.

But the situation was stronger than me, so I had to lower my head and utter a "I'm sorry" smaller than a mosquito.

Chi Qinghe: "Huh? Why are there still mosquitoes in winter?"

He Yan: “…”

He and the guy named Chi are irreconcilable!

……

He Yan is used to eating, drinking and having fun, and has no experience as a bodyguard, so Wenson is responsible for taking care of him.

In less than a week, the injury of this tough and strong man was healed, but perhaps because his head was hit too many times, his IQ was unusually low.

I have been beaten hundreds of times.

Wenson hits the shit he made back for the Nth time.

"You've been to school, at least. How come you can't even do the simplest data proofreading? I've already taught you the formulas."

"I went to a fake university. I'm not like you elites, who are returnees from overseas and Ivy League students. Don't expect too much from me."

He Yan crossed his arms and leaned back in his swivel chair.

Fifteen degrees to the left, fifteen degrees to the right, turning around and around, nothing works.

Wenson went from being angry at first to feeling powerless now.

"Deduct 200 yuan for perfunctory work."

After saying this, Wenson returned to his desk.

He has always had his own office in the company.

But in order to teach He Yan personally, he specially asked someone to add an extra table on the side of his office.

The original intention was good, but the consequences were endless.

He had never imagined that a person could be so stupid.

He still can't learn even after being taught ten times. He sits there all day long, just spinning his chair and being an eyesore.

This week, all the money was deducted, and my salary is gone. I still owe the company 1,300 yuan...

There wasn't much work to do today. I just finished sorting out the documents that needed Mr. Chi's signature and it was lunch time.

As usual, he brought He Yan back to the villa. Before the car even entered the garage, the nanny ran over impatiently, her face full of panic that was difficult to conceal.

"Assistant General, Mr. Chi..."

The maids in the villa did not have a good impression of He Yan. They naturally treated him as an outsider and did not tell him the whole story.

Wenson suddenly became nervous, "Where is he now!"

"He's in the back garden." The nanny handed over the small blanket in her arms and spoke quickly, "He's just wearing pajamas."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wenson ran away with the small blanket in his arms. The conversation between He Yan and the other person was so confusing that they had no idea what was going on.

He wanted to ask the little nanny in front of him, but she didn't even look at him and glared at him fiercely.

He ruffled the red hair on top of his head.

"What the hell, you're so nervous."

In winter, there are not many flowers blooming in the back garden, only the cold-resistant snow plum is in full bloom. Walking through the pink and white petals, you will come to the pavilion.

He quickly adjusted his expression and made sure that Mr. Xiao Chi couldn't see any flaws before he forced a smile and slowly walked towards the small pavilion.

He first tentatively walked into Chi Qinghe's sight, and when he saw that the other party didn't react much, he gradually shortened the distance.

"Mr. Xiao Chi, the weather is cold, you should wear more clothes."

As expected, he got no answer.

Wenson pursed his lips, walked lightly, came quietly behind the young man, and covered Chi Qinghe with the blanket little by little.

Xiao Chi always ran out without shoes, and his feet were already red from the cold.

Wenson took off his suit jacket and placed it under the young man's feet, then carefully wrapped him in several layers, making sure that the wind could not blow in before he stopped.

At this time, the nanny also came over with the medicine, but she didn't dare to get too close and could only stay not far away.

"I'll get you a cup of hot water to warm yourself up. Don't run around."

Wenson secured the blanket and quietly left again.

Just at the moment he turned around, a strange look flashed in Chi Qinghe's eyes.

A small fireball suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

"What are you doing? It's like a weird romance drama."

He Yan just appeared in the small pavilion in a swaying manner, and was completely different from Wenson in how cautious he was when he came.

He glanced at Chi Qinghe's strange outfit and laughed at him without any hesitation.

But Chi Qinghe didn't react at all.

unusual.

Normally, Chi Qinghe would have picked up whatever was at hand and thrown it at him.

He raised his hand and waved it in front of Chi Qinghe. Seeing that the other party still had no reaction, he felt like teasing him.

He bent down and grabbed the young man's neck as if they were meeting for the first time.

But before he met Chi Qinghe, the latter's hand reached his head without him knowing.

She gathered her five fingers together and rubbed his hair left and right, like rubbing a ball.

"Roast... by the fire..."

Chi Qinghe Waiwai grabbed He Yan's head and pulled it, and soon a few tufts of red hair appeared on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing here by the fire? I'm a fucking human! Put your dirty hands down!"

"It hurts, you know that! Stop pulling, stop pulling!"

"Do you know how much a single hair of mine costs? If you pull it again, I'll pay you back to death!"

The more he howled, the more excited Chi Qinghe became, and the more hairs there were on the ground.

He Yan was restrained, and every struggle would cause his scalp to be hurt.

What’s more important is that every time he pulled Chi Qinghe’s hand down, he could see the other’s eyes quickly turn red.

Like a tantrum kid.

The ink-like eyes no longer had the usual depth, only the innocence that touched people's hearts.

He Yan moved his lips woodenly but could not say anything. He had no choice but to stand there like a mushroom.

I got sick?