Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

“Qinghe!”

The two people at the door heard the sound and looked back.

The spirited young man by the elevator, with rosy cheeks and thin lips, and an eye-catching appearance, looks like a romantic, elegant and noble young man. But when his gaze meets the door, a bright smile suddenly appears between his affectionate eyebrows, making him look innocent and affectionate.

He was tall and had long legs, and his white suit looked particularly eye-catching and expensive. He trotted over on the red carpet, turning the hotel lobby into a high-end fashion show, attracting the attention of passing hotel guests.

Chi Qinghe moved his fingertips slightly, lowered his eyes and silently concealed the astonishment in his eyes, took out a napkin from his pocket and handed it over.

"Why did you run out too?"

Gong Huasui took it, and couldn't help but smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the boy.

"You're right, the banquet was the most boring, so I escaped."

His gaze stayed on Song Xulin's face for a moment, then quickly turned to Chi Qinghe, smiling brightly and innocently.

However, the two people who heard this felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in their hearts.

I feel guilty for leading good students astray.

"Or... let's go back." Chi Qinghe felt that the other party should not be so willful and advised.

At this time, Song Xulin, who always stood on the same front with Chi Qinghe, raised his hand and put his arm around Gong Huasui's shoulder.

"I'm not happy about this. At my age, I should be a little rebellious. Let me scold you, the worst that can happen is I'll lose some sleep. I can still be a brave man tomorrow morning!"

He touched his stomach and said, "It's all the fault of those two unlucky people. I didn't eat anything just now and I'm starving. Come on, you two, I'll treat you today!"

Gong Huasui first said in surprise, "Really?", and then the moment he looked at Chi Qinghe, the joy in his eyes suddenly disappeared, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he looked inexplicably aggrieved.

Song Xulin was also a ruthless person, and he immediately hit Chi Qinghe on the back, "I'll take responsibility if anything happens! What are you afraid of!"

Chi Qinghe held his forehead with his hand as he had a headache.

Although the essence of wealthy banquets is the exchange of interests, they are still disguised as "birthday parties".

Now, not only did the host of the birthday party quit, but Gong Huasui also joined in the fun, publicly leaving the scene and offending the host family...

This is not a simple question of whether to scold or not at home. He can already imagine the scene of the two parents forcing smiles and "joking" with each other.

Song Xulin was used to being carefree and didn't care about what would happen after the birthday party. He walked out of the store and stopped a car.

In the end, he didn't stop a taxi, but instead stopped a group of bodyguards.

The leading bodyguard stepped forward, bowed, and then said coldly, "Young Master, Mr. Gong specifically instructed us to bring you home safely. Please don't embarrass us."

"Why are your family so jumpy? Were they just going out to play? Why are you using these old-fashioned dregs?" Song Xulin whispered. "By the way, do you have any family rules? Do you use whips or bamboo sticks?"

Gong Huasui glanced at him and whispered, "Maybe I just made my brother angry. The family rules usually involve beating the arm with a bamboo stick."

"Fuck! Are the consequences of your brother's anger so serious?!" Song Xulin exclaimed, "That's it... I can't help you, brother. How about... you go back first? At least you'll avoid getting beaten up, and we can feel a little better about it."

Chi Qinghe stood aside, witnessing the rapid change of expression of a confident little bully, and rubbed his eyebrows in annoyance.

"Want to go?"

"what?"

Gong Huasui had already prepared to go home, but he was still a little confused when he heard Chi Qinghe ask this.

But after coming to his senses, he nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Chi Qinghe sighed and suddenly grabbed Gong Huasui's hand, "When I count to one, we'll run."

Song Xulin also heard it and nodded.

Chi Qinghe pursed his lips and said, "Three!"

Before Gong Huasui could make any preparations, the person he was holding on his right hand suddenly made a move, and before the bodyguards could react, he led him through the encirclement.

After stumbling twice, he moved subconsciously.

He stared in a daze at the hand that was holding him. The light green jade bracelet would touch him from time to time, bringing a slight chill that penetrated straight into his heart.

Looking up, arms, shoulders, neck... just at this moment, the boy turned his head.

In the sunlight, those eyes looked like an ink painting with gold powder. Because they were not looking at him, the sense of oppression was weakened a lot. There was a casual alienation in them, making it difficult to look away.

Maybe it was because he was running too fast or something, but his heartbeat was out of control.

The bodyguards and Song Xulin who stayed there were a little confused, especially the latter.

Song Xulin: What's going on? When did you two start a private chat? Didn't you say we'd count to one? Are we still good brothers? Are you just going to abandon him like that?