Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Spring in Jiangjing is short but wonderful, especially suitable for reunion.

Chi Yu closed the balcony door, blocking out the rain of petals, and tiptoed back to the bed to sit down.

The work phone had long been set to silent mode. When a message came in, the screen would light up briefly to minimize the disturbance to the young man in bed.

At this time, the screen lit up again.

It’s Assistant Xiao Yu.

"Xiao Yu: Mr. Chi, the acquisition of Yongxing Media is finalized."

"Xiao Yu: Gong Huasui's contract issues have also been resolved, and the new contract has been upgraded to S+."

Seeing the three words "Gong Huasui" on the screen, Chi Yu recalled the photo that was handed to him this morning and suddenly got a headache.

After thinking about it, I went to the balcony and called my assistant.

"I received a group photo, but we haven't reached an agreement yet. I asked the PR department to prepare a press release clarifying that Gong Huasui is single."

Xiao Yu on the other end of the phone was stunned, his tone becoming somewhat incredulous, "Gong Huasui is in love? And someone even photographed them!"

"Yes. Before he returns to China, get him a role in a youth film. Send him over as soon as he gets off the plane. The sooner he joins the set, the better. If any photos or videos get leaked, just say it was just a script rehearsal."

Xiao Yu nodded and took note of it, but he was still suspicious about Gong Huasui's love affair, so he took the initiative to speak.

"Boss Chi, I think the story of Gong Huasui being in love is not real. He is well-known in the industry for not touching three things."

Chi Yu: "Three no touches?"

"Yeah, don't touch men, don't touch women, don't touch those who are neither man nor woman."

"Artists who debuted at the same time as him have had countless rumored girlfriends, some even have children, but he is as pure and unselfish as a monk."

Xiao Yu spoke like he knew everything, and it was obvious that he surfed the Internet a lot.

The entertainment and media sector is not Chi Yu's home turf. He originally joined the industry in order to help Gong Huasui get along better in the circle and avoid being bullied, so he put in a lot of effort.

But on weekdays, he only cares about Gong Huasui's resources and image. What Xiao Yu said is his blind spot in knowledge.

"People often photographed him coming down from the lake and mountain. There's a temple on the top of the mountain, and he even wears Buddhist beads on his wrist..."

Xiao Yu shrugged.

"Although he hasn't said it publicly, the public assumes he's the type of person who will die alone."

Will you die alone?

Chi Yu looked into the room and saw the young man sleeping peacefully on the bed, with a look of relief in his eyes.

If I meet Qinghe, it probably won’t happen again.

Chi Yu sighed, and a sudden feeling of reluctance welled up in his heart.

Let Suisui live here.

He couldn't bear to see his children too far away from him.

"Xiao Yu, prepare another wedding manuscript. It will be used sooner or later anyway."

Now Xiao Yu was really confused.

marry!

I wonder if Mr. Chi knows what's going on.

Gong Huasui...getting married...

These two things don't seem to be connected at all!

Just when he was trying to get some information from his boss, the call was suddenly hung up.

Xiao Yu: Eh?

When Chi Yu heard the cough, he hung up the phone and rushed into the room without even saying goodbye.

"Qinghe, do you feel better?"

He patted the young man's back up and down, feeling every cough, the tense and trembling muscles, and the pain in his heart as if it was being pulled out.

Chi Qinghe felt his throat was unusually itchy, as if countless small bugs covered with itching powder were crawling on it. The more he coughed, the more it itched it became, and the more he couldn't stop.

Finally, Wenson was called back. The two of them brought him water and patted his back. After a while, Chi Qinghe finally recovered.

As soon as he caught his breath, he couldn't wait to move forward, hugged Chi Yu tightly, and sobbed with a hoarse voice.

"Lao Chi... I'm back... I'm back..."

Chi Yu was pushed back a little by the impact.

Hearing the words "I'm back" in his ears, his heart was filled with sour excitement. He opened his mouth and tried for a long time, but no words came out.

He could only stroke the young man's head again and again.

Wenson stepped back and quietly returned the space to the father and son.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat? Noodles or porridge? Dad will cook it lighter. After all, you are sick. When you recover, you can eat whatever you want."

Chi Yu pulled the quilt up and tucked Chi Qinghe in while chattering non-stop.

Chi Qinghe stared at Chi Yu, not wanting to blink. When he couldn't bear it any longer, he quickly closed his eyes, fearing that if he closed his eyes for too long, the person in front of him would disappear.

"I don't feel uncomfortable, I'm not hungry, and I don't need to do it." He answered every question, his porcelain-white face buried in the light blue pillow, so obedient that it made people feel distressed.

Chi Yu pretended to be angry and said, "A sick person cannot lie. You haven't eaten for almost a day, how can you not be hungry?

He knew what Chi Qinghe was afraid of, so he grabbed his hand and emphasized.

"Dad is here watching, no one can take you away."

As he said this, he deliberately made a joke, "Even Wenson can't do that either."

Chi Qinghe's brows relaxed a little, but his tone was still stubborn, and the panic in the ending tone could not be hidden.

"If you're not hungry, don't eat."

As he said this, he felt it was not enough, so he held Chi Yu's hand tightly and added another sentence.

"Don't leave."

"Okay, okay, if you don't leave, I'll have Wenson make you something to eat and bring it up. Only if you eat enough will you recover faster."

Chi Qinghe's slow brain worked for a long time before he suddenly reacted and struggled to get up.

"Lao Chi, Wenson, you guys... know each other?"

Chi Yu quickly pushed the person back and said, "Yeah, I remember now. I remember everything."

Chi Qinghe's breathing slowed down. "All?"

"I remember everything that happened before and after Qinghe was twelve years old."

Chi Yu rubbed Chi Qinghe's head lovingly, his tone full of self-blame and guilt.

"I'm sorry, Dad didn't protect you..."

His wish has always been that Qinghe can grow up happily, healthily and safely.

Don't ask him to be successful or to achieve a lot.

I just hope he can do what he wants and be happy and healthy.

Even if he was just a rich second-generation who lived a carefree life, he would feel content.

Therefore, he gave all his property to Qinghe for fear that he would not have enough to spend and would mistreat himself.

But he trusted the wrong person, and by some mistake, he forced his child onto the most difficult and dangerous path.

"Don't say sorry, you have always been protecting me, no matter when." Chi Qinghe said seriously and affirmatively.

"Qinghe, sensible children don't get any candy, you can be a little willful." Chi Yu felt uncomfortable in his chest.

"I'm very sensible, and Lao Chi, you've always been very good to me. I won't be without candy."

Chi Yu was so heartbroken for his own child, but he couldn't teach him anything.

He sighed deeply and said, "I'll ask Xiao Song and the other four to come over some other day and chat with you more."

Xiao Song and his group of kids are making a lot of noise, so it's a good opportunity to spend more time with Qinghe.

Being too obedient will easily lead to depression and illness. You need to vent all your emotions to stay healthy.

Chi Qinghe opened and closed his mouth several times, but still swallowed what was in his heart.

Forget it, what matters most is that Lao Chi likes it.

This time, Vinson was prepared to fight the disease for ten days to half a month.

But in less than a week, Mr. Chi's illness was almost cured.

He felt that it was because Mr. Chi was taking care of him, so he was in a good mood and naturally recovered faster.

Today is Wednesday. Seeing that the weather outside is good, Vinson takes Mr. Chi out for exercise as usual.

Just after running the fifth lap around the villa, Chi Qinghe's cell phone rang.

The news of his return had not spread yet, and on weekdays only Lao Chi would call him.

I didn't pay attention to who was calling, I pressed the headset and the call was connected.

"Hello? Lao Chi?"

After he finished speaking while panting, there was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time.

Wenson ran beside him and asked, "What's wrong? No sound?"

Chi Qinghe called again uncertainly, "If you don't say anything, I'll hang up."

His illness had not yet fully healed, and he tired more easily than usual. After running only five laps, his cheeks were flushed, he was panting, and even his sentences were intermittent.

In comparison, Wenson's condition was simply too good. Running at the same speed, there was no difference except that his breathing was a little disordered.

Wenson asked worriedly, "Mr. Xiao Chi, how about we stop for a while?"

"No, I insist and I can hold on."

Chi Qinghe quickened his pace and went around the bend ahead.

The music in the headphones did not sound, which meant that the call had not been hung up.

Is the signal bad?

Why hasn't Lao Chi spoken?

He finally stopped, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He hung up without thinking.

Ten seconds later.

The phone rang again.

Chi Qinghe stopped again and saw the strange number calling again on the screen. An absurd guess suddenly emerged in his mind.

He let Wenson run first and calmed his breathing before answering the phone.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

There was still silence on the other end, but this time Chi Qinghe was extra patient. He didn't interrupt or say goodbye in advance, waiting for the first response from the other end.

“I’m recording a show.”

Gong Huasui's slightly cold voice came through the microphone.

Even though Chi Qinghe had guessed this result long ago, he was still hurt by the alienation in Gong Huasui's words and replied with difficulty.

"I know, let's do the mission."