Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Bar counter.

Chi Qinghe looked boredly at the man dancing on the pole not far away.

He poured glass after glass of strong liquor down his throat.

The bartender was terrified and kept telling him to slow down and not drink so much.

Chi Qinghe agreed, but his actions did not slow down.

The phone rings.

"Boss Chi, we've found the person who took the photos."

Chi Qinghe stroked the cold glass and took a long time to react before replying in a hoarse voice.

"Pick a blurry picture where you can't see my face, and have them post it, saying I gave birth to a child out of wedlock, or had a night with a married woman. They can come up with anything as awful as they want."

He tilted his head back and drank the last sip of the wine, then tapped on the bar. The bartender sighed and resigned himself to making him another drink.

"Remember to cover the faces of girls and children. Once the trend increases, control the comments immediately. If any relevant identifying information appears, delete it."

The person on the other end of the phone hesitated, "Mr. Chi, this is not good for your reputation."

"Do as I say."

"……Yes."

The phone call ended and the drinks were prepared.

The bartender pressed the lighter, and the light blue wine instantly burned, bursting into a beautiful and ethereal flame.

Chi Qinghe stared blankly at the rim of the cup as the fireworks gradually disappeared and melted into the changing liquid.

He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

The alcohol content this time was much higher than before, and Chi Qinghe had tinnitus for three seconds.

After I recovered and my senses returned, I felt like there was a fire burning in my throat and stomach, causing both pain and numbness.

He forced himself to stand up and staggered towards the bathroom.

The blasting music gradually faded away, and my ears felt much better.

He turned on the faucet and splashed the cold water on his face several times before he felt better.

It was at this moment that he caught a glimpse of a strange smell in the air. He looked up and saw that the last door panel was shaking slightly.

If you listen carefully, you can hear two deliberately suppressed gasps and pleas for mercy.

Chi Qinghe expressionlessly shook off the water droplets on his hands and turned to leave when the voice in the cubicle suddenly rose. The numbing and numb soft tune with a hook of reverie suddenly plucked at his heartstrings...

Chi Qinghe stopped and stood there stiffly for a full half minute.

The voice sounds so familiar.

He took out the yellow frame that was under repair from the tool room next door and installed it at the door.

I looked at my watch and waited for a full ten minutes before the people in the compartment finished packing up.

Qilian's face was flushed and his legs were weak. He had just taken two steps when the person behind him impatiently grabbed his neck and bit him twice.

"Baby, go back to the room and continue."

Qilian was about to agree when he caught a glimpse of a tall figure standing with his arms folded next to the sink, and his legs went weak immediately.

Qi Jingnan caught him immediately and was about to tease him again when his shoulder was suddenly knocked away by force, and then his hand was empty.

Qi Lian felt guilty and embarrassed, and was wondering if his boss had heard the whole thing when someone suddenly pressed his mouth hard.

Chi Qinghe frowned and wiped his mouth with a wet towel, using great force and roughly, but his dark eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Qilian blinked, and something in his heart suddenly shook.

"How long do you want to see?" Chi Qinghe's voice was cold.

Qi Jingnan no longer had the elegance and refinement he had when they first met. His deep blue eyes were filled with the annoyance of having his good thing interrupted.

"Mr. Chi, you heard it just now, right? We still have the next match. If you want to take him back..."

He jokingly glanced at his watch and said, "I'll try to finish in two hours so Mr. Chi doesn't have to wait any longer."

Chi Qinghe didn't even want to look at him. He helped Qilian put on the mask, picked up the hood of his sweatshirt, and wrapped it up so that only his eyes were exposed.

He tried his best to slow down his tone, but his words still came out cold, "Come on, I'll take you home."

Qilian raised his head, staring into the beautiful, deep black eyes, and couldn't help but follow.

Qi Jingnan grabbed Qi Lian's hand, his face sullen. "We agreed to play one more round, and you're just leaving like that? You don't even give me face?"

"How much is your face worth? Get out of the way." Chi Qinghe's eyes were cold.

"Boss Chi's temper is still as bad as ever."

Qi Jingnan licked his back teeth, suppressed the anger in his heart with great difficulty, and gave way to the two of them, but he still refused to suffer any loss.

"Xiao Qi, then...see you tomorrow."

Qi Lian paused, and now he had almost calmed down. He covered his face with his hands and said with a headache, "Let's just treat today as a drunken accident. I won't do it with you again."

"You will." Qi Jingnan said confidently.

As soon as the three words fell, alarm bells rang in Chi Qinghe's mind. Almost subconsciously, he turned around, grabbed Qi Jingnan's collar and slammed him against the wall.

"boom--"

Chi Qinghe grabbed Qi Jingnan's neck and said through gritted teeth, "You hit him!"

This sentence is not a question, but an affirmation.

Qi Jingnan still acted like a seasoned veteran, pretending to be intimidated by Chi Qinghe, and lazily raised his hands in surrender.

"Don't get excited. I wouldn't resort to such despicable means."

Chi Qinghe said coldly, "Cellphone."

Qi Jingnan did not resist and gave it to him obediently.

He didn't believe Chi Qinghe could find anything until he saw Chi Qinghe take out a USB flash drive.

With two taps on the screen, he easily called up his private space...

Then, the video that had just been recorded was played silently.

Qi Lian's face turned pale, his hands gripping the corner of his clothes tightened, and he looked at Qi Jingnan in disbelief.

The other party didn't think it was a big deal at all, and was appreciating it with great interest, pinching his chin.

Chi Qinghe's expression didn't change much, but the air pressure around him was so low that it could freeze someone to death.

He first checked the chat history to make sure Qi Jingnan had not sent the video before deleting it. Then, despite Qi Jingnan's objections, he formatted the phone directly. After making sure that the data was shattered and no one could recover it, he threw the phone back.

"Is this what you said, no filming?"

"It's just a hobby. I'm Xiao Qi's brother, how can I harm him?"

After saying this, he stroked the screen of his extinguished phone with regret, looking dissatisfied. "You deleted it so cleanly. The game is not fun anymore. What is Mr. Chi going to use to compensate me?"

Chi Qinghe clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

Qi Jingnan took advantage of the fact that Qi Lian was a public figure, so even if he was discovered, he would not dare to call the police, which is why he was so unscrupulous.

"Of course I have to pay."

Chi Qinghe turned sideways, slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his shirt, lightly flicked the watch strap with his fingertips, and then fell into Qilian's arms.

Qi Lian only heard a voice saying "Hold it" and then a gust of wind passed by his eyes.

Two men over 1.8 meters tall started fighting in the toilet.

Qi Jingnan initially had a playful attitude and thought that those who sat in the office were just show-offs.

But Chi Qinghe broke through his defense again and again, and his killing moves were ruthless and direct, even more powerful than those of the professionals, so he had to take it seriously.

When the thugs started fighting, every move they made was aimed at taking lives.

Bang, bang, bang, it was either the sound of fists hitting flesh or hitting the tiled mirror. Wherever it went, it was like a strong wind passing through.

Soon, both of them were injured. Qi Jingnan also noticed that there was something wrong with Chi Qinghe's right hand. Every time he punched him, there would be a brief pause, which should be an old injury that had not healed.

The fight had already started, and gentlemanly manners were long thrown out of the window. Qi Jingnan went through great pains and was hit by several punches before he finally controlled Chi Qinghe's right hand. He did not dare to delay and kicked him.

"Click——"

Chi Qinghe's face turned pale. He could clearly hear the grinding of his bones and the dislocation of his bones. The sharp pain in his collarbone and shoulder almost made him lose his balance and kneel on the ground.

He was not the type to suffer a loss. If Qi Jingnan gave him an inch, he would give him a foot back. Following the force, he kicked him hard in the most vulnerable part of his abdomen.

Both of them lost their ability to fight at the same time and retreated.

"Boss Chi, does it hurt... wuwuwu..."

Qi Lian quickly supported Chi Qinghe, looking at his cracked lips and the bruises at the corners of his eyes. He didn't even dare to touch them, and burst into tears out of sadness and grief.

"It's all my fault... I'll never come to a gay bar again... Never again! Ugh!"

His mouth was suddenly pinched, and Chi Qinghe's mouth was full of blood. He gasped and interrupted, "Stop crying, let's go."

Chi Qinghe could still walk and it was not difficult for him to walk with support.

When passing by Qi Jingnan, Qi Lian saw that his face was pale and he even had difficulty standing up. He sneered, took out two fifty-yuan bills and threw them on the ground.

"Don't bother looking for it. I wish you impotence every day!"

Damn boss, you dare to beat his boss like this, go to hell!

After leaving the bar, I found a nearby hospital, had the dislocated bone put back in place, and got some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine.

In this state, Chi Qinghe didn't dare to go home, for fear that Lao Chi would worry, so he planned to go back to the company and live in the office.

Qi Lian volunteered, saying that her cooking was delicious and that she could put on makeup for free to help Chi Qinghe cover up the scars so that they could work online without being exposed.

Chi Qinghe was taken back to Qilian’s “doghouse”.