Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

This floor is full of private rooms with minimum consumption fees, which are used for either gatherings of young masters or high-end business entertainment.

The crystal chandelier in the corridor was so dazzling that it hurt his eyes. The fog in his mind wouldn't dissipate. Sleepiness was entangled with traces of drunkenness. He subconsciously changed to a more comfortable position and leaned towards the heat source.

In the haze, the familiar beating sound and the vibration of someone's chest as he chuckled softly invaded his mind.

My consciousness seemed to be frozen on the downhill road leading to Foxiang Temple.

"When will Heaven escape?" he asked.

Jin Taolang saw through his heart directly, "You can't stop him, just like you couldn't stop the car from hitting your father."

"What about you? Can you control him from escaping?"

After he finished speaking, Jin Taolang laughed softly. The lingering and hoarse laughter was accompanied by the cool breeze from the bamboo forest in the mountains, and it was transmitted to all of Chi Qinghe's senses.

"Love is uncontrollable. I can stop it once, twice, but I can't stop it thousands of times. But I can help you avoid it forever."

He was silent, walking down the mountain step by step on the blue-gray stone steps, until he almost bumped into someone accidentally, and then he woke up from his dream.

"As long as you are here, Lao Chi will not die, right?"

Jin Taolang raised his eyebrows, "You have already made your choice."

Chi Qinghe: "I will handle this matter personally."

"Don't you continue to ask him why he likes you?"

"unimportant."

The stone steps of the Buddha Temple, extending from the faded vermilion gate to the light yellow bamboo broom of the little monk at the foot of the mountain, slowly emerged from the depths of consciousness.

The self that is obsessed with the truth finally emerges at this moment when it is tired and vulnerable.

"Two breakfasts...why...you like...me...why...treat me like this..."

He hung on Jin Taolang, and if he leaned slightly to the left, he could fall into his arms.

He hesitated and pulled at Jin Taolang's arm with terrifying strength, as if he was pulling at the last straw, nervously and helplessly hoping that someone would tell him the truth.

Along the way, he has long been accustomed to betrayal and selling out.

His once most capable assistant secretly sold secrets and almost dragged him back into hell, but he only lost control for three seconds.

Three seconds later, he followed the procedures, tried his best to recover the losses, and also sent a few words abroad.

In less than a day, his assistant was caught in a gang shootout, and died on the street in pain and despair, bleeding to the last drop.

Except for those very close to him, no one can bring him any extra emotions.

But Heaven... maybe it's because I've never been around anyone with such a bad temper as Heaven.

Two breakfasts, boring and brief pleasantries, and even a stab in the back could actually make a freak whose mind was full of anatomy completely devoted to him.

Is he crazy, or is Heaven crazy?

Jin Taolang pressed the corners of Chi Qinghe's eyes, which were stained red. The evil thoughts between his eyebrows dissipated and turned into softness, and he returned Chi Qinghe's answer to him.

"unimportant."

Chi Qinghe's eyelashes trembled, and his voice was very low, "Why is it not important?"

"It's his business, not yours."

Jin Taolang's eyebrows softened, and he moved his fingertips upwards, carefully brushing the loose hair on Chi Qinghe's forehead behind her ears.

"His devotion to you is all purposeful. He's betting that you'll soften your heart... If someone softens their heart, then it's only a matter of time before they fall in love with each other. He's very smart."

Heaven learned everything about Chi Qinghe in the Foxiang Temple, and understood what kind of person he was. He prescribed the right medicine and made the next move in this seemingly dead end.

In fact, he has many ways out.

For a madman with no sense of moral restraint, going to jail is not a punishment at all, but a rare day of rest.

If the plan does not develop as expected, he can escape at any time and implement another plan.

His life goal had changed a long time ago, and now the only thing left was to capture Chi Qinghe.

The endless entanglement can only be ended by death.

Jin Taolang was a little frustrated, and his tone suddenly softened, "I'll help you get rid of him, okay?"

Chi Qinghe blinked his eyes slowly once, then again, and opened his mouth to speak when he was suddenly illuminated by a beam of colorful light. An off-key howl pierced his eardrums like needles.

Qi Jingnan played a dare and asked to open the door and confess to the first person he saw.

He was in the box and noticed two figures hugging each other from a distance through the small round window on the door.

I thought they were a couple, but unexpectedly... they were old acquaintances.

Qi Jingnan folded his arms across his chest and leaned lazily against the door frame.

Thinking that his boss was still sitting inside, he said something to Chi Qinghe, perhaps out of excitement or revenge for being beaten by Gong Huasui for several months.

"I like you."

The people who had quietly followed behind to check the situation started to make a fuss when they heard this.

"Brother Qi is awesome!"

"The mission was completed so quickly!"

"One more sentence, one more sentence!"

"Why are you standing at the door without moving? Don't scare people."

A group of people rushed out in a hurry, but fell silent instantly when they saw the scene at the door.

Jin Taolang half-hugged Chi Qinghe, turned sideways, and looked at Qi Jingnan by the door frame.

The atmosphere between the three people was indescribably strange, yet there was an inexplicable sense of tension. It felt like if they didn't intervene, someone would take action.

Finally, someone spoke quietly to break the dull atmosphere.

"Yes, they are a couple, hahahaha...Brother Qi, you have really bad luck."

"Don't be angry, we were just joking."

"Yeah, yeah, we're playing Truth or Dare."

They glanced at Chi Qinghe's face again and again, and after confirming, they tacitly formed a human wall, blocking the door tightly, for fear that someone would accidentally see the affair and rush out out of control.

Several people were terrified and wanted to retreat quickly, but Qi Jingnan's next words shocked them to death.

He just turned his head, stretched his neck and shouted inside.

"Is there anything to sober you up? Give Mr. Chi some. He was so drunk that he didn't even know someone took him away to sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire box fell into deathly silence. Even the person holding the microphone and howling out of tune fell silent. The only sound was the clinking of wine bottles as the waiter pushed the food cart in the corridor.

one second.

two seconds.

The sound of breaking glass was heard.

Gong Huasui didn't care that his clothes were wet with wine and rushed out like a cannonball.

The crowd automatically made way for him, but did not dare to stay too far away from him. In case Gong Huasui suddenly attacked, they could still stop him.

"I have some hangover soup at home, no need to bother."

Under Gong Huasui's death ray, Jin Taolang pulled Chi Qinghe closer to his arms.

"If you have nothing else to do, we'll leave first. Please do as you please."

Jin Taolang nodded politely to everyone. When he looked at Gong Huasui, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes flashed with a provocative look without any scruples.

He turned and left, and when he realized no one was following him, he added fuel to the fire, "Go to bed tonight. The sofa is uncomfortable to sit on."

For some reason, from the moment Qi Jingnan opened the door, Chi Qinghe's mouth and eyelids seemed to be glued shut, and even his ears could not hear clearly.

His five senses disappeared, and he didn't know what was happening next. He could only follow Jin Taolang's guidance and move forward little by little.

Then it stopped, probably walking to the elevator entrance.

Even more sleepy.

Suddenly, the supporting force disappeared, he lost his balance, and subconsciously reached out to grab something, but his palm grabbed a layer of wet cloth.

He let go immediately, but the other party clung to him and hugged him tightly, with great force, and it was a little painful, as if he wanted to embed him completely into his body.

Gong Huasui's arms were like iron clamps, holding Chi Qinghe tightly from top to bottom. No matter how many people tried to pry him apart, he refused to let go.

"Even, you're too impulsive. Let go of my hand!"

"You hit and hugged me, you want to be on the headlines tomorrow?!"

"Wow! Where's his hat? Where's his mask? Cover his face! Who knows where the paparazzi are taking pictures!"

The group of people were in chaos.

Jin Taolang stood leisurely outside the encirclement, touching the skin on his chin that was rubbed by his fist with interest.

"The attack power remains unchanged."

If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, he might have been disfigured on the spot.

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

It was Qinghe’s father who called.

"Hey uncle."

"Qinghe, I just picked him up. He's pretty drunk and it'll take about half an hour for him to get home."

"You don't have to come over. Leave him to me. Are you still worried?"

"Yeah, I know. I'll drive slower and definitely not run a red light."

"Go to bed early. I'll feed him some hangover soup..."

The conversation was neither loud nor soft, but it seemed as if there was a magical tacit understanding, and the melee subsided.

Gong Huasui's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Jin Taolang who was talking back and forth with Uncle Chi on the other end of the phone. For the first time, he felt a sense of crisis.

"Okay, we'll be back safely."

Jin Taolang hung up the phone. Seeing that everyone had different expressions, he was not surprised. He took two steps forward with his long legs, grabbed Gong Huasui's arm and bent it upwards.

The arm that more than a dozen people couldn't pry open was pulled apart just like that.

Jin Taolang glanced at Gong Huasui's depressed and painful pupils. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, feeling uncomfortable.

"Was that call from Uncle Chi just now?"

Even though he already knew the answer, Gong Huasui still didn't give up.

"Ah."

"You live with Qinghe...?"

"Ah."

Gong Huasui's blood ran cold. "One room?"

"Ah."

"A bed?"

The elevator arrived, and Jin Taolang replied to Chi Qinghe as he hugged her and walked into the elevator.

"You have too many questions. When Qinghe wakes up, ask him."

The button for the underground parking lot lit up and the elevator door closed, covering the increasingly collapsed eyes outside the door.