Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

This was the second time Gong Huasui knelt down to Chi Yu.

They all asked for Chi Qinghe.

The proud and indifferent young master of the Gong family always breaks his deep self-esteem into pieces for the sake of one person, throws it on the dirty ground in front of his knees, lets people step on it, crush it into powder, and finally rot in the soil with disdain.

Gong Huasui had completely forgotten his identity. Every time Chi Yu slapped his hand away, he would crawl forward on his knees and grab it again.

"Uncle Chi, I didn't touch those people at all. The photos are all fake. I..."

"Enough!" Chi Yu shouted, staring at Gong Huasui with cold eyes.

"You said those photos were fake? Then let me show you something good."

As he spoke, he pulled Gong Huasui's hand away and took out a stack of photos half a thumb thick from the center console in the car.

He squatted down and slapped the photo hard at Gong Huasui's face.

"Here are all photos of you checking into hotels with other people. Men, women, and people who are neither man nor woman. The protagonist in each photo is different. You are quite colorful."

"I trusted you before and never checked... You really gave me a big surprise."

Chi Yu's voice was flat, but suppressed like the magma erupting from the deep sea. His fingertips loosened slightly, and the photos suddenly scattered and fell into Gong Huasui's arms.

Gong Huasui moved his eyes stiffly downwards. In every photo he saw himself laughing and hugging someone to lead them into the room, his hands restlessly placed in various imaginative places, his face showing undisguised lust and greed.

Not to mention Chi Yu, even he himself thought it was dirty.

Gong Huasui pinched the photo, trying desperately to find any flaws, his lips trembling as he kept explaining.

"This isn't me... This isn't me... I... I will never touch anyone other than Qinghe!"

"Uncle Chi, please believe me, the person in these photos is not me! He is fake! He is not me!"

Chi Yu looked down at Gong Huasui's ridiculous reaction with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Oh? Not you? The plot has disappeared, how can you still be controlled?"

Gong Huasui couldn't explain what was going on. He could only repeat over and over again that the person in the photo was not him.

"Originally I didn't want to do this, but... you don't deserve it anymore. Thank you for everything you did for Qinghe's return. Goodbye."

Chi Yu forcefully grabbed Gong Huasui's arm and quickly took off the bracelet and Buddhist beads from his wrist.

"No...don't! Uncle Chi, give it back to me! This is a gift from Qinghe. It's my birthday gift from Qinghe. You can't take it away!"

Gong Huasui struggled to get up and wanted to snatch the things back, but Chi Yu didn't give him the chance at all. He pretended to throw the things away, and while Gong Huasui's attention was attracted, he got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Gong Huasui wanted to chase after him, but his steps were stopped by the disgusting photos all over the floor. He could only watch everything that belonged to Qinghe slip away from him.

He lowered his eyes and stared at his empty wrist. The hot tears fell to the ground before they even wet his eyelashes.

He pursed his lips in grievance and raised his hands to wipe his eyes again and again, but the tears could not be wiped away and the sadness could not be expressed.

He sniffed, squatted down, and slowly picked up the photos one by one. Even though he was crying so hard that he couldn't speak clearly, he still emphasized.

"not me……"

……

Chi Qinghe has never had a good impression of hospitals. After staying there for a symbolic day, he hurriedly asked Wenson to pack up and prepare to go home.

"Mr. Xiao Chi, is this really okay for us? The doctor has said several times that we can't be discharged from the hospital."

Having said that, Vinson never slowed down in his tidying up.

With a zipper, you carry the suitcase back the same way you carried it here yesterday.

"There's a doctor at home too, it's all the same." Chi Qinghe stared at the door nervously, afraid that the nurse would rush in and stop him the next second.

At the same time, he didn't forget to whisper to Wenson who was helping him put on his clothes, "Hurry up!"

Wenson held the young man's injured arm, feeling helpless but also wanting to laugh, "Mr. Chi, this won't happen quickly. Don't forget, he's still injured."

"Then I'll do it myself."

Ever since 4011 was able to help him block out hallucinations, Chi Qinghe always forgot that he was still a patient.

Seeing Chi Qinghe was about to pull his arm out of the protective gear, Wenson stepped forward skillfully and stopped him, sighing.

"Mr. Chi..."

Chi Qinghe looked at Vinson's face that was filled with worry, then looked at the gauze on his collarbone that had not been removed yet. He smiled dryly and silently put his hand back.

The two of them sneaked away smoothly and were not stopped by anyone along the way.

After getting in the car, the hospital building became smaller and smaller, and Chi Qinghe's eyes were filled with a relaxed smile.

"Wenson, let's go to Zuiminglou! Let's have a big meal!"

Wenson responded with a resounding "good" in a cheer.

After driving for about twenty minutes, the two finally arrived at the place. They told the front desk Chi Yu's name, and the scarce private room suddenly had a vacant seat.

Chi Qinghe didn't even look at the menu and just said something.

"Put up all the signs and new products."

The manager took note and bowed slightly before leaving the box.

In the private room, the two sat opposite each other. Wenson consciously moved his chair next to Chi Qinghe, ready to pick up food at any time.

While waiting, Chi Qinghe was not idle. He browsed the forum messages and planned to start a business.

"Wenson, the ornamental fish market is quite interesting. I think I could try it."

Ornamental fish?

Wenson thought for a moment and said, "The profit margin is indeed huge, but the market has not been good in recent years, so I can only make small profits."

Chi Qinghe's fingers kept sliding on the screen. The cold white fluorescent light was imprinted on his face, making the smile at the corner of his mouth look particularly cold and shrewd.

"Dong - dong dong -"

There were two very light, strange knocks at the door.

Before Wenson could get up to check, the door creaked open a small gap.

“Mamma?”

A little head wearing a furry tiger hat popped in from outside, calling for "Mom" in a baby voice.

"Whose child is this?"

Wenson pushed the door open a little further and looked out.

There was no one in the corridor.

Just when I was thinking of asking the manager to come up and help the child find his mother, the little kid who was squatting on the ground suddenly stood up, pointed his short and fat little finger at Mr. Chi, and shouted "Daddy" in a crisp voice!

After shouting, she shook her uncoordinated body and rushed towards Chi Qinghe.

The force was so great that he fell to the ground with a thud.

Maybe it was because of the pain, her whole face was wrinkled like a bun, but she did not forget to move her arms and legs to hug Chi Qinghe's calves. When she raised her face again, her face was flushed and she shouted with a smile.

“I got you!”

Chi Qinghe's expression was frozen, and he quickly explained in English that he was not his father.

Little Luobo blinked his eyes as if he understood, then lived up to everyone's expectations and hugged Chi Qinghe's legs tighter, and kept shouting "Daddy" like a perpetual motion machine, never stopping.

Wenson quickly closed the door and, before the manager came over, he moved closer to Chi Qinghe and said, "Boss Chi, you know what, this kid looks a bit like you..."

Chi Qinghe looked him up and down. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but when he did, he was shocked!

They are really a little similar!

Chi Qinghe's mind was working rapidly, and suddenly an extremely absurd idea popped up in his mind.

"Could this be... Lao Chi's illegitimate child?"