Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Restaurants along the shore usually set up a large umbrella shed outside the store and put out beautiful tables and chairs for tourists to rest.

Wenson placed Chi Qinghe on a bench. Fearing that the wind was too strong by the river, he took off his suit jacket and covered the young man's legs with it.

"Boss Chi, I'm going to buy you something to eat. Wait here for me. I'll be back soon."

Chi Qinghe's eyelashes trembled, and her pale lips opened and closed, but she could not utter a word. Panic appeared on her face, and her fingers unconsciously pinched the fabric on her legs.

Wenson patted Chi Qinghe gently, then raised his hand and pointed to the dessert shop five meters away.

"Look, I'm going there. You can see me through the glass. I won't disappear. Isn't Xiao Chi's favorite to eat red bean cakes? They're freshly baked. They smell delicious, right? I'll buy some for you, okay?"

He spoke slowly, his tone full of soothing meaning, accompanied by the familiar sweet fragrance in the air, silently easing the tense string in Chi Qinghe's mind.

Ten seconds later, Wenson got the answer.

"……it is good."

With a huge weight lifted off his chest, Vinson's smile finally became relaxed.

At mealtime, there are very few people in the shop selling red bean pastries.

Wenson first asked them to help try swiping their cards, but after finding that none of them worked, he decided to order one of each dessert.

Fortunately, cash was accepted, and the owner not only gave the Chinese couple two extra red bean cakes, but also gave them a discount.

Wenson thanked them several times with gratitude.

The female shop owner smiled and said, "What's the big deal?"

Then he pointed to the young man sitting quietly on the bench outside the glass door.

"That's your friend, right? Oh, he's so handsome... It's so windy outside, you could easily catch a cold. Why don't you come in and eat? My place may be small, but at least there's room."

Wenson said thank you again, and then couldn't wait to bring Chi Qinghe in.

The female owner brought them two cups of hot tea in due time.

"If you eat dried red bean cakes, you might choke. Drink some tea to soothe it."

Wenson stood up and politely took the tea.

Just as the two cups of tea were placed on the tender green round table, Vinson's body stiffened. He quickly raised his head, and his sharp eyes quickly locked onto a sneaky man outside the store.

The voyeur didn't even have time to hide his camera before it was discovered. When he saw Wenson rushing out, he ran away.

Wenson has undergone rigorous training and is extremely fast on his feet, with explosive power that can even catch up with a high-speed car.

With a leap, he grabbed the collar of the voyeur, then accelerated, raised his knee in the air, and hit the spine!

The voyeur groaned, lost his ability to move in an instant, and fell to the ground with his legs weak. Vinson leaned over him and shouted.

“Who sent you!”

"I don't understand...no no no!"

Wenson's face was cold and hard. He pressed the voyeur's head down with one hand, and with the other hand he put his arms around his body, causing him to dislocate and shift.

The action was quick and clean, and the voyeur had no chance to fight back. He could only keep shouting "help" with his squeezed mouth.

The crowd of onlookers was attracted and their vision was blocked. Vinson unconsciously became alert and raised his eyes. He saw a flash of white light on the window of a high-rise building thirty meters away.

It's not a sniper rifle, it's a camera lens.

Wenson's eyes were covered with a haze, and he had a vague guess.

Not wanting to bother with them anymore, he took the camera away and immediately returned to the dessert shop. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Chi Qinghe still there.

The shop owner and his wife came over and asked, "What's going on?"

"A voyeur."

Wenson turned and looked outside the store.

In just thirty seconds, the man lying on the ground disappeared.

He frowned and felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

However, this sense of crisis turned into overwhelming anger after seeing the contents of the camera!

"Click——"

The camera, which was as big as an adult's palm, was broken by Vinson with his bare hands.

The memory card inside was not spared either. It was broken into pieces and thrown into the trash can.

Apart from the one in the building opposite, he couldn't be sure whether there were more accomplices, so he had to find a safer place before dark.

Or... just be direct and cut it off at the source.

After resting for a while, he said goodbye to the couple who ran the dessert shop and returned with Mr. Xiao Chi along the same route.

The wind on the shore is getting stronger and stronger, the temperature is dropping, and the dark clouds in the sky indicate that a spring rain is coming.

When we found the reality show crew, their filming had just been paused and they were packing up their equipment and preparing to evacuate.

Wenson narrowed his eyes and scanned their cameras inch by inch, not wanting to miss any details.

From afar, I saw a man in the crowd who was always looking down at his phone, and the coldness in his eyes almost turned into ice.

The anger that had been suppressed with great difficulty rose again.

"I found you again!"

Yuan Yuanda saw them from a distance and ran over excitedly with a thick and big red envelope in his hand.

"We're first! We won!"

She handed over the money in her hand and said, "I promised to give it to you. I can't break my promise."

Wenson quickly suppressed his outward emotions and did not accept the red envelope. In order to find out their future plans, he deliberately brought up the topic.

"Give it to the losing team. Aren't their food and accommodations still settled?"

Yuan Yuan forcefully stuffed the red envelope into Wenson's pocket.

"Don't worry, the director team will give us a guarantee, so we won't have to sleep outdoors."

Wenson couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it. Then he pretended not to care and asked, "Where are you going? Don't you want to take pictures anymore?"

"Well, that's almost done. We'll shoot the rest tomorrow."

Yuan Yuan looked up at the sky and asked enthusiastically, "By the way, where do you live? I have a car and can take you there."

"Where do you live? We might not be on the same route."

Yuan Yuan: "It's a hotel about three kilometers away, I think it's called Zhu."

Wenson lied with his eyes open, "What a coincidence, we're staying at that hotel too, let's go together."

Yuan Yuan was very happy to hear that it was on the way.

"Great! Then you guys wait here for me, I'll ask the driver to drive the car over!"

Ten minutes later, accompanied by the sound of beeps, a long, black luxury car stopped in front of me.

Yuan Yuan took the initiative to open the car door and waved to them excitedly.

"Come in, come in."

Wenson turned sideways and protected Chi Qinghe as he got into the car. When he was about to lower his head to fasten his seat belt, he sensed a fierce gaze from the side and rear.

"Why are you here!"

Wenson glared at Gong Huasui with a gloomy expression.

Gong Huasui said casually, "This is my car, why can't I be here?"

Wenson looked at Yuan Yuan, and seeing him turn his head away guiltily, he gave him a sarcastic smile.

He is really getting worse and worse as time goes by. Even a little girl can trick him.

He didn't want to confront this person head-on for the time being, so he turned around and prepared to take Mr. Xiao Chi out of the car.

"We won't take this car. Let's stay in another hotel."

Wenson unbuckled his men's seat belts and just as he stepped out of the car, the off-white bricks at his feet were stained dark by a drop of rain.

There was no time to hesitate. She lifted the coat draped over Mr. Chi's shoulders to cover her head. After making sure he wouldn't get wet in the rain, she put her arm around his shoulders and was about to leave.

A sudden roar came from the carriage behind him.

"Chi Qinghe! If you dare to leave today, I will kill him!"

Chi Qinghe's back stiffened and he squatted in place, unable to move.

Gong Huasui got out of the car, his peach blossom eyes had turned scarlet at some point. He looked at the young man's back, his whole body trembling, with unshakable sadness and fear in his eyes.

"I mean what I say... If you leave today..."

"Just kill me?"

Wenson protected Mr. Chi behind him, his brows drooping in disdain. "Do you know how tall the grass is on the grave of the first person who said that to me?"

Gong Huasui glared at Wenson fiercely, the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidified into substance.

"Do you really think I dare not touch you? Give him back to me!"

return?

Vinson repeated this word between his teeth no less than five times.

The fists hanging at his sides made crackling sounds until the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He stepped forward and punched Gong Huasui without hesitation.

Gong Huasui didn't even try to dodge and took the punch head-on.

"Boom-"

His back hit the car with a dull and heavy sound, and his brain froze for a moment. When he came to his senses, his left cheek was burning with pain and his mouth was fishy and sweet.

The bodyguards hiding nearby saw Gong Huasui injured and rushed out to kill Wenson.

But Gong Huasui raised his hand to stop him.

It was clearly Vinson who injured him, but Gong Huansui's eyes were fixed on Chi Qinghe's back.

The feeling of anticipation was gradually replaced by disappointment, but he was a stubborn person. The more disappointed he was, the more he expected.

Like a fool, he threw away logic and stubbornly waited for the impossible.

Wenson was disgusted by Gong Huasui's undisguised covetous gaze, so he grabbed his collar and punched him again.

He clamped Gong Huasui's neck with his horizontal arm, pressed him against the car door, and questioned him coldly and angrily.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You talked about cheating so openly, and now you want to drag others into it?"

He looked like a playboy. When recording the show, he got very close to the girl next to him and acted ambiguous. If they talked for a few more words, he would probably go back to get a room.

He had a lot of fun during the five years that Xiao Chi was away.

At the beginning, he deliberately avoided suspicion and played hard to get.

Later, using the show as an excuse, the topic was pretended to be cheating.

Isn't this just trying to have it both ways, hinting at Xiao Chi becoming the mistress?!

Xiao Chi had waited for him for so many years, and finally met him, but he found that the person he once liked was now rotten from the inside out, so...

We shouldn't have met!

Wenson's eyes were cold, "Put away those dirty tricks of yours and stay away from him, or I won't mind beating you up every time I see you!"

Gong Huasui was not afraid at all. He raised his chin, slightly curved the corners of his lips, and revealed a bloody and weird smile.

"Are you afraid?"

Wenson frowned, "Afraid?"

"Afraid that I would take him away..."

Before Gong Huasui could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wenson's punch again.

He was hit and tilted his head. He licked the blood in his mouth. The sweet and fishy taste of rust stretched his nerves tighter and tighter, driving him gradually crazy.

Wenson wanted to strangle this lunatic with no moral bottom line to death on the spot, but Mr. Xiao Chi was still there, so he didn't want to do that.

Raindrops fell with a crackling sound, staining the off-white earth into dark spots.

It was windy and rainy today. Wenson was really afraid that Chi Qinghe would get sick, so he stopped fighting and let go of Gong Huasui. He turned around and was about to take Chi Qinghe away.

Gong Huasui coughed while covering his neck, which was almost suffocating.

The voice was not loud, but it was hoarse enough, broken enough, and enough to make Qinghe feel pity for him.

His eyes were full of hope and certainty.

Qinghe will turn around.

for sure.

must……

Is it certain?

"Qinghe..."