Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

"Boom——"

A huge bolt of lightning exploded out of nowhere, and dazzling purple-white light bullets rushed towards his eyeballs, almost blinding him.

Chi Qinghe's pupils were still contracted in fear. His brain had stopped working and he had lost all five senses, making him stand there in a daze, forgetting even to breathe.

He was standing only two meters away from the bed.

Go a little further and you'll run into Ranny sitting on the chair at the end of the bed.

Go a little further and you can touch Gong Huasui.

Just at this moment, the thunder and lightning disappeared.

Chi Qinghe's vision had not yet fully recovered, and he rushed forward in panic in the misty white.

Dark clouds gathered outside the window, so dark and low that they seemed to bend a person's spine.

Chi Qinghe's foot was hooked by something, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground in a mess.

A thud.

Very heavy.

Just listening to it makes my teeth ache.

For the first time, the raindrops outside the window fell so fast and fiercely, crashing down like hail.

The petals of the black chrysanthemum fluttered down and soaked the ground. As if by magic, the gray stone steps were soaked in water and suddenly became as black as an inkstone. The noisy crowd would step on them and a few drops of "ink" would hang on their trouser legs.

The moment Chi Qinghe saw the person on the bed, the blood in his body seemed to stop flowing. He was stiff and couldn't even do the simplest thing of standing. He could only lie on the edge of the bed.

He instinctively stepped back, instinctively wanting to escape from this suffocating space.

But reason told him that he shouldn't do this.

He kept telling himself to stay calm, but tears had already burst out the moment they touched his chest.

The cloth soaked in blood was sticky and wet, and felt very uncomfortable to touch. However, Chi Qinghe stopped at this step and did not dare to move any further.

Because he saw the bullet hole, the location was clearly visible, and it was an explosive gunshot wound that hit the heart's aorta. There was no chance of survival at all.

Chi Qinghe tried his best to control the trembling of his fingertips and reached out to help Gong Huasui tidy up his hair.

"Why are you here?"

"Look, your hair is all messed up."

"I'll help you wash when we get home tonight."

His frizzy hair was smoothed down and stuck obediently to the side of his face, making him look like a silly little boy who just entered college.

But Chi Qinghe cursed him with a hoarse voice.

“…Not well behaved at all.”

He wanted to pretend that nothing was wrong, but the smile on his face looked so sad.

The lack of response became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He just looked at Gong Huasui until a blood-red color suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He blinked his dry and sore eyes, and a tear of blood ran across the corner of his eye and hit the back of Gong Huasui's hand with a "pa pa".

Chi Qinghe touched his face, and when he saw the tears mixed with blood on his fingertips, his heart remained calm.

At this moment, the crackling sound of rain drifted into the room, and the moist air penetrated into Chi Qinghe's nasal cavity, gradually awakening the murderous intent boiling in his bones.

He slowly clenched his fingers, which were stained with the blood of two people, into a fist. When he raised his eyes again, all the emotions on his face disappeared.

He walked to the end of the bed calmly, and when he touched Ranny, he obviously hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did nothing, picked him up, and gently placed him next to Gong Huasui.

After covering them with the quilt again, Chi Qinghe went into the bathroom and cleaned the blood off his face in front of the mirror.

His eyes were... scary.

The eyeballs seemed to be soaked in blood, and were abnormally red.

But he seemed to notice nothing. After washing the blood off his body with water, he turned and left.

The old butler had been waiting at the door.

Seeing Chi Qinghe finally come out, the question on his lips got stuck in his throat before he could even ask it.

"Where's the kitchen?"

The old butler was frightened by him and subconsciously led the way.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw Chi Qinghe stuffing the small knives into his body with ease.

A handful.

Two handfuls.

Three...

Six!

His clothes were loose, with his cuffs tied and the hem hanging down, so no one would have guessed that he had so many knives on him.

The old butler felt uneasy, but did not stop him.

He was not stupid. Seeing Chi Qinghe's look of being ready to take revenge and kill at any time, he knew that the young master was not in good condition.

"Mr. Chi, the young master..."

"Keep an eye on him."

After saying this, Chi Qing and Lengleng rushed into the drizzling rain without hesitation, and disappeared without a trace in a few breaths.

The old butler realized it later and said to himself that something was wrong. He was about to notify the bodyguards to protect Gong Baiqi.

But the moment he took out the walkie-talkie, his movements stopped again.

Once he leaked the news, Gong Boqi would definitely take precautions in advance. If Chi Qinghe was caught, his fate would definitely not be good.

But if he didn't say it and allowed Chi Qinghe to assassinate his employer, it would be a violation of professional ethics.

The old housekeeper was so confused that he decided to go upstairs to check on the young master first...

Gong Huasui felt like he had had a very long dream.

I dreamed that I turned into a child and appeared in the hospital.

He tentatively grabbed his own hands, then pulled the hem of his clothes down. When he felt a pulling sensation on his neck, he was sure that he had become a little brat.

Why would I have such a dream?

In this state, how can he and Qinghe...

As soon as I thought of Qinghe, the scene in front of me changed.

"Snapped--"

A crisp slapping sound echoed in the hospital corridor.

Seeing clearly who was being beaten, Gong Huasui rushed over like a cannonball, trying to kick the woman away.

But this dream classified him as a bystander.

He kicked her, hit her with his hands, and even used his teeth, but he couldn't hurt the woman at all.

He also saw Wenson, following Qinghe, and he immediately questioned him.

"Aren't you Qinghe's assistant bodyguard? Why didn't you stop that slap?"

His response was the woman's hysterical roar.

"Fake! These are..."

Gong Huasui's perspective was too low to see the contents of the document in the woman's hand, but when he heard Qinghe say "time management", he roughly guessed what it was about.

He quickly stepped back half a meter and wiped his mouth and sleeves in disgust.

After cleaning up, he moved back to Chi Qinghe with a frustrated look.

Even though he couldn't touch her, he still stood on tiptoe with great effort and stretched out his little hand to hook Chi Qinghe.

It was also at this time that he discovered something was wrong.

Qinghe has also shrunk!

He looks like a junior high school student in his teens, so immature.

This was the first time Gong Huasui saw the former Chi Qinghe. His eyes were almost glued to him and he couldn't get enough of looking at him.

When he saw the faint trace of blood at the corner of Qinghe's mouth, the anger that had finally subsided rose again.

He turned and glared at Qinghe's so-called mother in front of him.

"You're not worthy of being Qinghe's mother! Qinghe said you treat your lover outside better than him. You only send him three messages a month, and you still want Qinghe to give you 300 billion? You're dreaming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another document was handed over.

Gong Huasui stretched his neck and legs hard, and finally caught a few words on this document -

Abandon treatment.

Almost instantly, Gong Huasui guessed who was sick.

Even though he had anticipated that Qinghe's childhood would not be smooth, he could never have imagined that he would be so abandoned by his friends and relatives.

Even his own mother wanted to suck his blood.