Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Chi Qinghe is like a mist to Gong Huasui.

Can't catch it, can't keep it.

And he is the wind.

When the wind is gone, the fog is there.

The fog dispersed when the wind blew.

There are thousands of mountains and rivers and countless hardships between them.

Happiness for them is always fleeting.

No matter what time, Gong Huasui's heart was never completely at peace.

He feared any opportunity in the future that could take Qinghe away from him again.

I am afraid that the dreamlike beauty I have now is a bubble dream that will burst at any moment.

He didn't even dare to recall the time they spent together in the past.

Because every time I recall the past, it is torture.

Chi Qinghe left him again and again without any warning or goodbye, and he passively accepted the pain of separation.

This feeling is like drowning, it's not pleasant at all...

"Qinghe, will you leave me again?" Gong Huasui asked again.

What responded to him was Chi Qinghe's hurriedly fleeing back and the silence that filled the room.

Gong Huasui seemed to have anticipated this result. He raised his hands to press down his eyelids and laughed softly.

He said it was all a dream, how could Qinghe be so nice to him.

He must be really drunk. He shouldn't have drunk so much.

I thought so, but I couldn't hide my true feelings.

When Chi Qinghe came back with the ring box, he heard a murmuring voice with a crying tone.

"Qinghe, don't leave me..."

Chi Qinghe's heart stopped suddenly, and a sour emotion instantly filled every nerve.

The anxiety and fear in that sob seemed to turn into a sharp sword, piercing straight through his body, causing him so much pain that he almost suffocated.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and quickly adjusted his facial expression before forcing a forced and ugly smile.

"I'm going to get the rings. These are already made. Take a look and see if you like any of them. If you don't like them, that's fine. I'll make another one for you."

He opened the velvet boxes one by one, revealing exquisite couple rings inlaid with gemstones of various colors. Even in the slightly dim room, they were bright and eye-catching, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

"These gems were built for me by the friend I met last night. He knows several mining owners and gave me the best ones. They are beautiful, aren't they?"

The drunkenness seemed to be rising rapidly. Gong Huasui didn't even look at the ring, but just looked at him, with a confused and inquiring mind almost written on his face.

He was still trying to decide whether all this was a dream.

Chi Qinghe's entire heart was immersed in a sea of ​​guilt and pity.

He had abandoned Gong Huasui so many times that the other party was always worried about gains and losses, and felt unworthy of his kindness and approach.

"You're too drunk and sick, so it's normal to be a little confused. After you take the medicine and have a good sleep, you'll be able to tell whether I'm real or not."

Chi Qinghe put down the ring, held his hand tightly, and gave a light kiss on his fingertips.

Gong Huasui listened and gradually relaxed, but he couldn't bear to close his eyelids. His eyes were wide and round, staring at Chi Qinghe without blinking.

Chi Qinghe went along with him and fed him some breakfast to fill his stomach. Half an hour later, he gave him the medicine.

After about ten minutes, the effect of the medicine took effect and Gong Huasui's eyelids became heavy. Chi Qinghe didn't want him to hold on any longer, so he raised his hand to cover his eyelids.

Her eyelashes moved up and down the palm of her hand, and Chi Qinghe hummed a lullaby. Gradually, the movement under her palm became smaller.

Only when everything was completely quiet did Chi Qinghe slowly move his hand away.

It was almost noon at this time, and he stayed for another two hours. After the lunch break, he reluctantly returned to the office to deal with work.

Since the first person came out to report on their work, everyone who came in afterwards consciously lowered their voices.

"Did the Gong family reply with anything else?"

After staring at the computer for too long, Chi Qinghe closed his eyes to relieve the soreness in his eyeballs.

The assistant said, "No, the assistant always said that he has retired and will no longer interfere in any business affairs of the Gong family. All power is handed over to Gong Shimu. There is no need to contact him for official matters, and even less so for personal matters."

Chi Qinghe rubbed his temples and said, "You continue to make appointments. I'll find time to talk to Gong Shimu."

The assistant nodded in agreement, "Boss Chi, the next meeting will start in eight minutes. It's about the company's artist development plan for the second half of the year."

"Well, I'll be there. You stay here with him. If he wakes up, send me a message."

"Ok."

This meeting will be a comprehensive review of Yongxing’s artists, so it will definitely take a long time.

Every ten minutes, the assistant would put down his work and go to the lounge to check on the situation.

After confirming for the fourth time that the person was not awake, the office door behind him was suddenly pushed open.

Jin Taolang came uninvited. Seeing that there was no one at the back of the office, he walked to the sofa and sat down in a familiar manner.

"Is he still in the meeting?"

The assistant quickly searched his mind. He didn't remember that Mr. Chi had any intersection with this person, but it seemed that he was very familiar with Mr. Chi, and they were probably personal friends.

"Sir, who are you?"

Jin Taolang said lazily, "Xiao Qinghe and I sleep in the same bed. What do you think our relationship is?"

The assistant choked, brainstorming between the man in front of him and Gong Huasui, who was still running a high fever behind him, and finally came up with a messy conclusion -

It is a fact that Mr. Chi is obsessed with looks.

"Let me make you some coffee. The meeting won't be over any time soon."

Jin Taolang waved his hand, "No need, just order dinner for us, three servings, one of which is just enough for us to eat after we wake up."

These remarks were so specific that the assistant was wondering if this person had been following Mr. Chi all afternoon.

"Okay, okay."

After the assistant left, Jin Taolang yawned.

The moment I closed my eyes, the scene in the operating room flashed through my mind.

The doctors in sterile white coats had strange expressions on their faces. They looked at each other, hesitant about something and couldn't bring themselves to do it.

Jin Taolang raised the corners of his lips slightly, opened his eyes and looked at the clouds in the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

What a lunatic.

I was just worried about where to throw the garbage, this is perfect.

The young man was still sleeping on the soft big bed in the compartment. Jin Taolang stood beside the bed, touching his forehead with his fingertips.

A struggling white mist slowly emerged.

In the snow after the exam five years ago, Gong Huasui was still controlled by the plot and ran away on the spot to avoid seeing Gong Boqi.

Later, Gong Shimu threatened to throw away the bracelet, but before he could go back, the self-consciousness hidden in the deepest part of his body began to fight back and go against the plot.

It snowed heavily that night. If Jin Taolang had come later, the situation would have been a lose-lose situation and he would have been buried in the snow.

Tsk tsk, a "mortal" body against a "god".

I don’t know whether to say that this person is stupid or foolish.

He helped at that time and was about to clean up the last bit, but the man crawled out of the snow and ran away to peek at Chi Qinghe.

After the secret peek, he returned home to attend a family dinner, and found himself with a fiancée without knowing it.

We had a big fight on the balcony that night. I was knocked to the ground and kept repeating the words "no engagement" countless times.

In the end, if Gong Boqi hadn't said that he would cause trouble for the Chi family, this kid probably wouldn't have given in, nor would he have made up his mind to block Chi Qinghe and sever ties with him.

Jin Taolang hooked the weak white mist on his fingertips and walked out slowly.

"You've been suppressed for five years. You must be very hungry now. I'll find you a good brain."

Jin Taolang raised his eyebrows maliciously, and gently flicked his fingertips outwards. The white mist penetrated the floor-to-ceiling window and drifted away with the wind.