Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Jiangjing International Airport No. 1.

Gong Huasui had just finished a full fourteen-hour flight and was pushing his luggage towards the airport gate.

The boy is tall and has long legs, broad shoulders and a perky hip, and his appearance is perfect and impeccable.

He has deep bone structure and handsome skin, and a pair of peach blossom eyes dotted with dark brown gemstones are even more seductive. When he squints his eyes slightly and glances at people, it seems as if he has countless hooks, trying to hook people's hearts out of their chests.

He was wearing the simplest black T-shirt and overalls, but he was still very eye-catching, like a fashion darling under the spotlight, attracting many people around him to cast secret glances at him.

"Young Master! This!" The driver, Old Zhao, saw the person and raised the sign in his hand a little higher.

"Uncle Zhao, long time no see, I missed you so much!"

Gong Huasui gave Lao Zhao a sincere hug, looked around, and found that he was the only one there, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Where is the warrior who charges for love?"

Old Zhao pondered for a while before he figured out who the young master was talking about. "There have been some internal problems recently. In order to deal with those things, Mr. Gong has been staying at the company for the past three days."

"Internal?" Gong Huasui blurted out without thinking, "That woman must have done it."

Old Zhao hesitated to speak, and said, "Young Master, please control your temper when you meet Mr. Gong later. Don't start a quarrel again."

Gong Huasui waved his hand, suddenly accelerated, stood on the wheels of the luggage cart and slid forward.

"As long as he doesn't bring that upstart family here, I'll be as happy as a dancing tomato."

A little tomato dancing in circles?

His young master's language system is mixed up again...

"Young Master, she is Mr. Gong's wife after all, and today is your first day back home, a big day. Don't let a little thing ruin your mood."

Lao Zhao said, "At worst, you can just pretend you didn't see it. Out of sight, out of mind."

Gong Huasui shrugged, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Well, he naturally has no good feelings towards the so-called "disgusting parasites" who marry into rich families and become phoenixes.

It’s a pity that he particularly liked the surname “Chi”, but it’s ruined now!

……

On the edge of the city, in a relatively poor and crowded tube-shaped building.

Chi Qinghe didn't like arguing with scoundrels, it was a waste of words. He lowered his head and fell into deep thought, treating everything he heard as a dog's fart.

This look pleased the middle-aged woman very well. She felt that she had the boy under control again, and more dirty words came out of her mouth...

The tube-shaped building has no sound insulation, and it was time for people to get off work and get out of school, so the door was soon surrounded by neighbors who came to watch the fun.

Seeing this, the woman's eyes rolled.

Suddenly, the sarcastic greetings turned into cries of grievance.

The combo was performed very smoothly, as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

"No matter how willful you are, you can't waste food. I went to the market early this morning to buy these green beans. I was thinking of you coming back today, so I made you a good meal."

She pointed at the mess on the ground and made a humble accusation.

"Not only do you not understand me, you even broke the basket! When did you become so ignorant? I have to do the laundry and cook every day after get off work. I'm so busy that I ask you to help."

"I didn't expect you to be so disobedient and treat your mother like this...Oh, I won't live anymore!"

She sat on the ground, crying and howling, her hair and clothes disheveled, looking miserable, causing the neighbors around to start blaming him.

"Adolescents are like this. They have very explosive tempers and will start fighting if you say anything."

A man holding a five-year-old boy's hand was wearing a graying white vest. He took a puff of the cigarette between his hands, and his voice was loud and rough.

"Look at how badly he got beaten up! Don't ever do that again, you hear me? Or I'll tear your head off!"

The little boy was confused and his eyes kept moving between Chi Qinghe and his father.

He was leaning against the window just now and watching. It was clearly his aunt who beat his brother, and she beat him for a long time...

Seeing that the child was silent for a long time, the man felt insulted and slapped him. The child immediately became obedient, nodded in agreement, and pointed at Chi Qinghe and lied openly.

"I saw it. My brother lost his temper, pushed Auntie, threw things on the ground, and cursed her a lot. He said this was his house and he wanted to kick Auntie out."

Chi Qinghe disdains conflicts with others, but that doesn't mean he is easy to bully.

He looked directly at the five-year-old's father, and as expected, he met a pair of proud and complacent eyes.

The man seemed to be very proud of his educational methods. When he saw him looking at him, his voice sounded as if it was a matter of course and threatening.

"You're still young, but you have such crooked thoughts. Be smart and help your mother up quickly, or I'll teach you a lesson myself!"

"Teach me how to be a man?"

Chi Qinghe Lengleng raised his eyelids, his voice slightly hoarse.

"A five-year-old can fool you, what can you teach me? To be a wimp? Or a fool? Besides, this isn't a mentally retarded asylum. You should find another job."

When he spoke, there was silence all around for a moment.

I didn't expect that the mute who couldn't even fart on weekdays would talk back, and be so sharp-tongued.

Coward, fool, idiot, all of them can be called that in just one sentence.

Then he looked at the child again and said calmly, "Hasn't anyone told you? Children who lie...will be turned into toads by witches and boiled into soup."

"Ah! You lied!"

Perhaps it was because Chi Qinghe's tone was too serious, or perhaps it was too oppressive, the little brother was frightened and started crying on the spot. He hugged the adult's legs and was so cowardly.

"Are you sick?"

The man in the vest frowned and pushed Chi Qinghe roughly.

"Did my son say anything wrong? Your mother is sitting on the ground. If it wasn't you who pushed her, who else could it be? I think you're just looking for trouble. Believe it or not, I'm going to beat you to death right now, you bastard!"

After he finished speaking, the neighbor pretended to stop him, but actually joined in the cursing.

"Why bother with a scoundrel? He can't be controlled. You just go up to him and cause trouble, and he doesn't even appreciate it."

The man in the vest was furious, glaring at the boy fiercely, "This bastard deserves a beating. If he were my child, I would have beaten him with a stick by now. How could he let him act like that?"

Chi Qinghe looked back indifferently with contempt in his eyes. He said nothing, but it seemed as if he had said everything.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you today!"

This time, he stepped into the vest man's minefield. His ridiculous self-esteem took over and he broke free from his restraints and was about to punch the man.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming tense, the other neighbors quickly pretended to be good people and stepped forward to mediate.

"Don't be impulsive. He's just a child. If you hit him, you'll go to jail. He's a minor, so nothing will happen to him."

"Yeah, it's not worth sacrificing your life as the pillar of the family for this little bastard. The whole family depends on you for food."

They looked at the heartbroken woman on the ground again and gestured to the young man.

"Don't stand there. Your mother is old and you have no idea what to do. What if she gets sick from the fall?"

"He's such a good student, yet he's in a provincial key school. It really shows that character has nothing to do with grades."

"Every Friday they make a scene like this. If I were to ask you to do something, just do it. Why are you being so pretentious as a boy?"

The middle-aged woman pretentiously wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked the neighbors to stop scolding her, but secretly added fuel to the fire by saying that having children was not easy either, which made the criticism even louder.

Every time she looked at Chi Qinghe, her eyes were filled with warning and complacency, as if to say -

See, this is what happens when you go against her.