Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

In the living room.

Safflower oil is very aggressive. Once opened, the room is filled with a strong medicinal smell.

Qi Lian considerately turned on the TV to divert Chi Qinghe's attention.

But the presence of the pair of hot hands on his body was too strong, and Qilian was full of brute force, so Chi Qinghe could not ignore them. He raised his hands to press down on his eyelids, gritted his teeth and swallowed back the pain.

"Well……"

There was a trembling of pain in the hoarse ending.

Chi Qinghe couldn't bear it any longer, and shrank into the sofa, panting.

"Boss Chi, the bruises need to be rubbed so they can heal faster."

Qi Lian's hands were covered in medicated oil. He ignored Chi Qinghe's secret resistance and knelt on the sofa with his knees raised. He grabbed the side of her waist, aimed at the bruise, and pressed it with his inch strength.

At this time, Chi Qinghe's legs were spread apart, his whole body was tense and leaned back, falling on the light green sofa, with his arms supporting his sides.

In order to make it easier to apply medicine, all the buttons on his shirt were undone, and the black shirt was half hanging at the elbow, loosely gathered around his body.

When the pain was so severe that he was shaking, the shirt would fall down a little, piling up between his slender knuckles that were turning white from the exertion.

His skin, originally white, was now covered in red and purple scars, and he looked extremely tortured and broken, practically jumping back and forth on Qilian's XP.

Qilian closed his eyes and cursed himself madly for being vulgar.

But in the next second, he will give up on himself and quietly open a crack.

The terrible posture, the close distance between them, the skin under his palm trembling with his touch... Qilian swallowed his saliva in a helpless manner.

This is not only a torture for Mr. Chi, but also a torture for him!

For the first time, I felt so strongly about wanting to be the top!

At this moment, the phone started buzzing.

Qi Lian leaned over and picked up the phone on the coffee table. The note on the caller ID on the screen was flashing.

190+SSS+TOP Even.

Qi Lian glanced at Chi Qinghe with a guilty conscience, and seeing that no one was looking at him, he quickly went to change the note.

I deleted all the meaningful ranking characters in front, leaving only "Even", and then answered the call.

The moment the call is connected, the camera on the front of the phone automatically rises.

?

!

Why is it still a video call!!!

Qilian poked around at the screen, trying to turn off the camera, but the more panicked he became, the harder it was to lower the camera, and instead the lens on his side magnified.

"Turn it off, turn it back, turn it back, why can't I press it?"

In the end, Chi Qinghe sat up from the sofa, brushed his arm against Qilian's ear, and turned him over from behind.

"I'll step aside for now."

Chi Qinghe didn't see the person opposite him clearly, but he thought that since they could make a video call in the middle of the night, their relationship must be close.

He propped himself up with his arms and walked towards the kitchen while getting dressed.

Qilian hesitated to speak.

He wanted to call Chi Qinghe back, but his mind suddenly popped up what President Chi said to him in the hotel: "He plays his, and I play mine", and he gave up the thought silently.

"Even?"

There was no sound from the other side for a long time. The camera was always facing a dark corner of the wall. Qilian called out tentatively.

"Your internet connection is bad, is it stuck?"

The other party still didn't reply to him.

Qilian scratched his nose in confusion, but the smell of the medicinal oil on his hands made him cough.

Faintly, a sound finally came from the phone.

"Open the door."

These two short words send a chill down one's spine.

Qilian subconsciously shrank back, feeling a little scared of the unfamiliar Gong Huasui.

"It's getting late, you should..."

Before he could finish his words, a muffled sound suddenly came from outside the door.

Qi Lian didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt the wall beside the door tremble.

Qi Lian was so scared that he wanted to hang up the phone and find Chi Qinghe.

But Gong Huasui returned to normal at this time and apologized to him.

"I'm sorry, I just want to say a few words to Qinghe. Can you let him come out for a moment?"

His voice was smiling, sweet, with a soft hook, and so normal that it seemed as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But Qilian became even more panicked, and pointed out the unreasonable points in a weak voice.

"How do you have my home address? I never told you, did I? And how did you know that Mr. Chi was here with me?"

"Your agent told me the address."

Gong Huasui patiently answered, "After you and Qinghe came out of the bar, my friend saw you... I looked for all the places Qinghe could have gone, and this was the last one."

Qilian gradually lowered his guard and pursed his lips. "Go find them one by one?"

"Ah."

"Why don't you just call and ask where he is? Aren't you tired of running back and forth in the middle of the night?"

Gong Huasui clenched his broken right hand and then hid it in his pocket.

"He won't want to hear from me."

Don't want to see me either.

Just like their blank and monotonous chat interface.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to look for Qinghe, Qinghe will never contact him.

"You... why do you feel like you've just been heartbroken?" Qi Lian scratched his head and whispered, "So pitiful."

He was so angry that he didn't even dare to knock on the door, for fear that the noise would disturb Chi Qinghe, so he only dared to knock on the wall.

He doesn't have that kind of patience anyway.

When someone is angry after a breakup, they will just punch the wall. It would be good if they don’t smash the whole house into pieces.

"Okay, I'll go ask him for you. If he doesn't want to, go home and stop being a door god at my door. It's scary."

Qi Lian held the camera and staggered towards the kitchen.

When I opened the door, a sweet fragrance hit me.

Qi Lian immediately forgot about his mission and happily went to the pot, "Is this for me to drink? It smells so good."

"I was worried that you didn't have dinner, so I made some oatmeal porridge with milk."

Chi Qinghe picked up the small bowl that was kept warm in the pot and handed it to Qilian.

"Drink the hangover soup first, you'll feel better tomorrow."

Qilian stared at the ginger shreds floating in the bowl and took a tentative bite.

Sweet with a slight spicy taste.

Delicious!

"Did you finish the call?"

Chi Qinghe was stirring the porridge in the pot. Seeing Qilian drinking too quickly and choking and coughing repeatedly, he smiled and patted his back.

"Slow down, I'm not going to steal it from you."

"No, not yet."

Qi Lian carefully moved the phone behind him, "That Mr. Chi..."

"Ok?"

Qi Lian really didn't know how to express it. Everything that had just happened was so heartwarming that it made him inexplicably feel guilty about being a mistress.

The most important thing is that the original wife was watching the whole process from the other side of the phone!

"Even is waiting for you at the door!"

Qi Lian shouted these words with his neck red, then ran away, leaving Chi Qinghe standing there in a daze with a slight tinnitus.

He turned off the stove, covered the porridge in the pot, washed his hands twice in the sink, dried them, and then walked to the door.

He slumped his shoulders and let out a breath before opening the door.

The door was just opened a little when a pair of hands suddenly came in. Before Chi Qinghe could react, the door was suddenly pulled open, and then he bumped into an embrace filled with the smell of tobacco.

"Qinghe... don't you want me anymore..."

Gong Huasui couldn't describe the feeling just now.

Watching the person you like talking and laughing with others, they are as happy and harmonious as if they are an ordinary loving couple in the world.

But he was excluded and could never fit in, like a rat in a ditch, with nothing to ask for except a heart riddled with holes caused by jealousy.

Chi Qinghe's waist was hugged tighter and tighter, and his head buried in his neck trembled slightly. After a while, tears seeped through the thin shirt and seeped into his skin.

He was keenly aware of Gong Huasui's panic and fear. He clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides countless times, then slowly raised them, grabbed Gong Huasui's shoulders, and forcibly pulled him away.

The process was not smooth. Gong Huasui was very stubborn. The more resolute his attitude was and the stronger his hands were, the more uneasy he became. Like a cat that realized it had been abandoned by its owner, he kept moving closer.

It was not until Chi Qinghe was helpless and cried out "It hurts" that Gong Huasui suddenly came to his senses. Stiff and slow, he loosened his grip and stepped back.