Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Chi Qinghe was suddenly hit hard and groaned in pain.

Gong Huasui climbed up from the people below in a panic.

“Qinghe!”

"I am fine."

Chi Qinghe propped himself up, but fell back uncontrollably.

There was a sharp, stabbing pain in the shoulder, especially the point where the collarbone was hit.

Gong Huasui hurriedly turned on the light, "Where did I bump into? Does it hurt?"

As soon as he got used to the light, he wanted to touch Chi Qinghe, but he was afraid of touching the wound, so he could only wave his paws helplessly in the air, like a cat waving its paws around under a cat toy.

Chi Qinghe half-closed his eyes, took in Gong Huansui's reaction, and couldn't help but scratched his chin.

"cute."

It was also at this time that he noticed that half of Gong Huasui's face was a little swollen. He pinched the latter's jaw and his tone suddenly tightened.

"You were beaten! Who!"

Gong Huasui's mind was full of the fact that he had hurt Chi Qinghe. He was so anxious that his eyes were red and he didn't pay any attention to what Chi Qinghe asked him.

Chi Qinghe had no choice but to suppress his thoughts temporarily, thinking about getting up quickly to comfort the people. As a result, when he exerted force, his shoulder hurt even more and his face turned pale...

One o'clock.

Hospital emergency department.

The old doctor took off his glasses, stood up and walked around to Chi Qinghe's injured right side, and pulled up Chi Qinghe's right hand for stretching exercises.

While pulling, he also asked if it hurt.

Chi Qinghe said that it was okay, but his lips were trembling.

The old doctor frowned and was about to curse when he saw the accompanying family member sitting next to the patient, holding the other person's hand and shaking all the time. The eyes behind the black mask were red and watery, as if he was the one who was injured.

His eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. After figuring out what was going on, he decisively pointed to the door and said, "Family members, please leave."

Gong Huasui: "But..."

"But what but? Are you the doctor, or am I the doctor?" The old doctor glared at him.

"I……"

Chi Qinghe patted Gong Huasui's hand and said softly, "Please buy me a bottle of water. I'm so thirsty."

Gong Huasui pursed his lips and said, "Okay."

Chi Qinghe watched him go out. Just as the door closed, his shoulders were suddenly pulled and tugged at by someone so fast and hard that he had no time to react.

"Click——"

The old doctor touched Chi Qinghe's collarbone with satisfaction.

"It's straightened now. The remaining cracked area will be treated conservatively. You young people will recover quickly. Don't lift anything heavy for the next month. Just rest well and let your boyfriend do everything."

Chi Qinghe was used to the word "boyfriend" well, but because he was caught off guard just now, his breathing became much heavier, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

"Thank you doctor."

The old doctor put on his glasses and started typing on the keyboard.

At this time, Gong Huasui also came back.

As soon as he entered the door, the old doctor gave him instructions.

"He has difficulty using his right hand and even getting out of bed. Please be smart and watch him while he eats and sleeps. Then give him some calcium supplements and have him get more sun. Come back for a checkup in a month."

Gong Huasui responded.

"By the way, go buy a brace to fix the correction." The old doctor handed the list to Gong Huasui, "You can leave after you get the medicine."

The two thanked the old doctor and left.

Facing the closed door, the old doctor shook his head and sighed.

"These young people..."

After leaving the hospital, Gong Huasui asked Chi Qinghe to wait in the car while he ran to the pharmacy and bought a brace for his broken clavicle.

On the way home, Chi Qinghe took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"You looked very strange last night, and there were injuries on your face... Can you tell me what happened?"

Gong Huasui's heart skipped a beat, and the memory of the daytime in the company office suddenly came back. Chi Yu's words "be more self-aware" with a strong warning tone once again absorbed his entire mind.

I don't want to break up...

Gong Huasui gripped the steering wheel tightly, pretending to be bullied and feeling aggrieved.

"There was a scene where I was slapped, and I couldn't perform it well. I took the scene many times and my face was swollen."

Chi Qinghe's eyes were filled with pity, and hesitantly suggested, "Let's not play in the entertainment industry anymore, okay?"

He didn't know why Gong Huasui chose to enter the entertainment industry five years later.

According to his ability and family background, he should have joined the company and taken over the family business at this time, becoming a rising star respected by everyone in the business circle.

Instead of staying in the entertainment industry where it is easiest to commit sins and being judged all the time.

But no matter what, it was Gong Huasui's choice. He couldn't interfere too much and forcefully ask him to quit the circle. He could only make suggestions in a tactful way.

The process of waiting for the answer was very painful, but fortunately Gong Huasui agreed.

Gong Huasui lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes blinked, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Qinghe... I even got scolded by the director. He said my acting was so bad that even the cotton balls in the desert would cry for me."

Desert cotton?

Chi Qinghe suddenly dreamed back to the time when they first met. Gong Huasui's speech was chaotic and cute because his language system did not adjust back in time.

"The director said that about our little cotton. He must not know how to appreciate it. It's all his fault."

Chi Qinghe pretended to be angry and scolded the director for a long time for his bad temper, impatience, and curse words. He also piled up several charges against him in an orderly manner and successfully made Gong Huasui happy.

When Gong Huasui got out of the car and ran to the passenger seat to open the door, his steps were bouncing like little cotton balls.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Chi Qinghe's left hand touched Gong Huasui's slightly swollen face, "Go upstairs later, I'll give you an ice pack."

"Qinghe, you're the best."

Gong Huasui moved closer with a smile, making it easier for Chi Qinghe to touch her.

"Let's go home and sleep."

"Ok!"

The next day.

The temperature suddenly dropped, the sky became dark, and a light rain began to fall.

The sound of dripping rain mixed with the light gray light that is very easy to fall asleep, trapping people tightly in the warm bed.

"Ding--"

As soon as the alarm clock rang, a muscular arm, glowing white, stretched out from under the black quilt and turned off the ringing sound.

Gong Huasui looked to his side cautiously, and when he saw that Chi Qinghe was not awake, he breathed a sigh of relief, quietly lifted the quilt, and walked towards the closet with his upper body naked.

Although yesterday's incident had not yet been exposed, the company still stopped all his work for safety reasons.

He can only continue his activities after this storm is over or after he finds the person who took the photo and negotiates with him.

Gong Huasui had no objection to this, and was even happy about it.

By staying at home, he can always be with Qinghe, and this dream can last longer.

She found a sweatshirt to put on, ran to the bed, kissed Chi Qinghe gently on the forehead, and ran to the kitchen with a feeling of happiness and excitement enough to last the whole day.

When Chi Qinghe woke up again, it was already 9:40.

Because of the collarbone injury, he was woken up by pain from time to time that night, and slept groggily and uneasy.

The bed next to me was empty, and even the quilt was cold.

Under normal circumstances, Chi Qinghe wouldn't have felt much. But after falling ill, people were always more fragile, and a sense of loneliness inevitably welled up in his heart.

Especially when I tried five times but couldn't sit up, the feeling became even stronger.

Chi Qinghe sighed deeply, kicked the quilt away with his foot, got off the bed with his lower body first, then slowly moved down, and sat up using the height difference between the bed and the ground.

Just as he was leaning against the wall and trying to stand up, he suddenly heard the sound of quarreling outside the door.

The sound was getting closer and closer, accompanied by hurried footsteps, and the door was kicked open with a bang.

Chi Qinghe, already unsteady, sat back down on the ground. He looked up at the man in a suit at the door with a puzzled look on his face.

"Wenson?"