Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Ever since entering the villa, Chi Qinghe has been secretly stared at many times.

This reminded him of a sentence at an inopportune time -

You are the first... friend that the young master brought home...

Is this really a world of novels?

Why has his mind been full of all these messy things lately?

The spacious main living room is filled with rows of mobile clothing racks.

The two designers were standing on one side and one side. When they saw Song Xulin come in and said that they could start, the hangers were suddenly removed.

The male models came out from behind the racks, walked around in front of them, and then went back.

Chi Qinghe sat on the sofa, passively watching the show, and suddenly asked, "Who's in charge of this game today?"

"My dad is stupid..."

Song Xulin realized something was wrong halfway through his speech and shut up immediately.

Chi Qinghe sneered twice, stood up and was about to walk out, but Song Xulin quickly grabbed him.

"Brother! I'll call you brother, okay? I really don't want to get a stye alone, so just accompany me! Is five thousand enough? If not, then fifty thousand! I treat you as a brother, you can't just stand by and watch me die!"

Chi Qinghe frowned, "Let go."

Song Xulin subconsciously let go.

Then, at the moment of letting go, I suddenly thought of it.

Why is this position reversed?

Isn't he the boss?

Why are you so cowardly!

Chi Qinghe probably guessed that today was a Hongmen Feast, and rubbed his brows, "How can I help you?"

The corners of Song Xulin's mouth turned up again in an instant, and he turned Chi Qinghe's neck and sat back on the sofa.

"It's very simple. Just follow me and help me fight people. Of course, it would be best if you can use force. I will be responsible if anything goes wrong."

Chi Qinghe asked, "Who are they?"

"The mistress, the mistress's son, the mistress's daughter, and that rotten carrot of my dad."

Hearing this, Chi Qinghe suddenly stopped, and when he turned around to look at this optimistic and rebellious young man, there was inevitably a strange look of sympathy in his eyes.

If we have to compare them seriously, Song Xulin seems to be even worse off than him.

At least he still has Lao Chi to support him, but Song Xulin... seems to be alone.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm used to it. It's nothing." Song Xulin shook his shoulders.

Chi Qinghe pursed his lips, "I'm not sympathizing with you, I just think your future is bleak..."

Song Xulin was about to say something comforting, but was caught off guard and swallowed it back.

The road ahead is uncertain?

Are you talking about him?

"Either the company or your studies, you have to hold onto at least one of them as leverage, just in case..."

Chi Qinghe sighed, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything..."

With Song Xulin's temper, he would definitely be furious after hearing these words.

He had already prepared himself to be scolded, but Song Xulin patted his shoulder and said something meaningful.

"Who says I don't have leverage? I'm playing the long game."

Chi Qinghe pondered this sentence over and over again, and then, combined with the extremely strange look the other party gave him, he determined the answer.

"The bargaining chip you're talking about, isn't it... me?"

Song Xulin cleared his throat twice. "Look, you're a good student, you have high martial arts skills, and you know how to lie low. More importantly, we have a revolutionary brotherhood. I believe in you!"

Chi Qinghe had never expected that his travel here would trigger such a series of butterfly effects.

He was silent for a long time. "So... you want to invest in me?"

"Investment?" Song Xulin waved his hand, not really caring. "That's probably what it means."

Chi Qinghe wiped his face. He never expected such a wonderful development.

He really needs start-up capital now. If Song Xulin can help him...

It really couldn't be better.

Chi Qinghe's expression was complicated. "Come on, aren't you afraid of being tricked by me and having nothing left?"

"Hey! Why are you such a spoiler?"

“Never hand over the initiative to others, unless you want to become the next Rupert Hoogewerf.”

Chi Qinghe patted Song Xulin's suddenly stiff shoulders, stood up and took the clothes handed to him by the housekeeper, and said calmly, "It's getting late, go change your clothes."

Song Xulin looked at the boy's back as he walked towards the fitting room, ruffling his hair in annoyance.

"Why are you so serious all of a sudden...it's scary..."