Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Their rooms were on the same floor, and as they took the elevator upstairs together, they excitedly discussed what to eat and what to play.

There were only two people who were relatively silent at the scene.

Gong Huasui clenched the room card in his palm, feeling indescribable.

Qinghe's attitude was too frank, so frank that it seemed as if all his previous preference for him was just out of concern between friends, but it was obviously... not the case.

Chi Qinghe pretended not to notice the strange gaze on the back of his neck and reached into his pocket.

"Ok?"

Where's his bracelet? He put it in his pocket.

He frowned, turned slightly sideways, walked to the corner, and after making sure no one noticed him, he quickly searched all his pockets.

He thought about it again, could it be that he lost it when he was changing clothes in the clothing store?

There's no surveillance in the changing room, and the bracelet is small and easy to hide. Even if we call the police, they probably won't be able to find it...

As if angry at himself for being too careless, his jaw tightened and his fingers moved unconsciously.

But his anger had already been shattered, and he couldn't vent his emotions. He showed a visibly impatience.

The rooms were next to each other. After getting out of the elevator, they said to each other that they wanted to go to bed early, then went into the room yawning.

Chi Qing and their room were the farthest from the elevator, and soon, only the sound of two people's footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

"drop--"

The screen on the room handle lit up green, and the door opened the next second.

As soon as Chi Qinghe walked in, he smelled a lingering scent of disinfectant in the air.

It's rare to see a hotel with such high hygiene requirements. Most of the things in the room are disposable, even the sofa is covered with cushions.

Chi Qinghe touched it and found some small hairs on it. It was soft and tender when brushed across his fingertips. The material was surprisingly good, or so good that it didn't seem like a disposable item.

Chi Qinghe walked to the balcony, opened the curtains, and felt much better when he saw the twinkling lights outside and the unique display of cards in the holiday villa.

"Qinghe, do you want to have a midnight snack?" Seeing that the young man was satisfied, Gong Huasui breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth also rose.

"I'm alright."

Chi Qinghe pushed open the glass sliding door, and the wind from outside blew in, cool and comfortable.

"Ah."

When he heard the deliberately suppressed sneeze, Chi Qinghe paused, stopped blowing the hairdryer, and turned it off immediately.

Only then did he notice that Gong Huasui had been wearing short sleeves.

"Are you cold?" Chi Qinghe touched the boy's exposed arm, which was indeed ice-cold. He couldn't help but sound a little reproachful, "Why are you wearing so little?"

He touched his forehead again and felt a little hot.

"Hurry up and take a shower." Chi Qinghe took the phone from the table, "I'll go buy some medicine for you."

"No! I'm fine." Gong Huasui held him, his voice a little hoarse.

"Okay, I won't go, and then I'll see you in so much pain tomorrow that you can't even get out of bed."

Gong Huasui lowered his head and whispered, "No, it will be fine after a good night's sleep."

Seeing the other party's stubborn look, Chi Qinghe lost his energy and suddenly felt it was quite boring. He did not coax him as usual, but waved his hand and said something.

"what ever."

After saying that, he sat down on the sofa and fiddled with his phone.

Gong Huasui felt very uncomfortable as his heart was stabbed, but he also felt relieved. He ran to Chi Qinghe and whispered, "I'm going to take a shower first," then went into the bathroom.

Only when the sound of water could be heard did Chi Qinghe put down his phone in a depressed mood, leaned his head back on the sofa cushion, and looked at the crystal chandelier shaking above his head. He felt terrible.

Song Xulin and Zhou Ye shared a room, right next to Chi Qinghe.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, they were as excited as monkeys, shouting and screaming in the room, and no one could stop them.

"Wow, Liuxi's hotel is well built. The scenery is beautiful, the air is good, and the rooms are clean!"

Zhou Ye exaggeratedly lifted the quilt, pounced on it, and bounced several times on the soft mattress.

"Ah ~ comfortable!"

Song Xulin sat on the bed with his legs crossed, and when he saw the message from Chi Qinghe, he clicked on it.

"Chi Qinghe: Do you have any cold medicine?"

"Song Xulin: I'm such a strong person, why do I need to carry that thing? It's an insult to me."

"Chi Qinghe:..."

"Chi Qinghe: Then I'll ask someone else."

"Song Xulin: Just ask Liuxi. Her suitcase is huge. I almost hurt my back when I tried to lift it. I'm sure it has the medicine you want."

"Do you have any cold medicine?" Although he knew the answer, Song Xulin still asked.

Zhou Ye was taking off his clothes, with his head stuck in his collar. His voice was muffled, but one could still hear his confusion.

"Cold medicine? Who has a cold?"

"It's probably cookies." Song Xulin replied with his head down.

"Song Xulin: Zhou Ye doesn't have that either. Forget about boys, let's ask the girls instead."

"Chi Qinghe: I understand. Thank you."

Chi Qinghe rubbed his eyebrows irritably, stood up and walked out. When he came back, he had a box of medicine in his hand.

He didn't stay in the room for long. He left a note and went out again. He found an Internet cafe according to the map and sat down.

He asked for a private room, which was very private. After clicking a few times on the keyboard, the interface suddenly switched to a mysterious black and red.

He put on a virtual IP, hung up a sign, and prepared to take orders.

The moment the sign was hung, several messages came in.

He opened a pineapple-flavored lollipop and put it in his mouth, biting it while sliding the mouse down, and directly found the one with the largest amount and clicked on it.

『4: Mission.』

The other party wrote a long message and sent it to him. After Chi Qinghe read it, he silently sent a summary.

『4: Got a backdoor.』

The so-called backdoor is a method by which an intruder controls the target host and performs a series of operations such as modifying settings, implanting Trojan programs, and obtaining information.

In this situation, if you encounter an expert, it is difficult to detect. It is equivalent to a thief taking away your home keys. The thief can come and go as he pleases, and the annoying thing is that you can't even detect it.

『4: Track back? 』

『L: Almost...』 He sent another long essay.

Chi Qinghe hates people who talk too much nonsense, but he really can't stand the fact that the other person is stupid and has a lot of money.

After reading it patiently——

Oh...you are trying to frame someone.

Chi Qinghe Yaosutang located the IP code that made him want to laugh just by looking at it, and tapped a few times quickly on the keyboard.

『4: Sorry, I can't take this task.』

L on the other end was silent for about thirty seconds before silently sending a question mark emoticon.

『4: I'm in a bad mood.』

"L: You can add money, triple it."

three times?

Even ten times won't work.

He was the one who wrote this virus to trick Chen Yao, and he was the one the other party wanted to frame.

If this succeeds, Chen Yao will be freed from the drug case, but he, huh... once he goes in, he can't get out.

They actually said he controlled Chen Yao's computer to buy drugs, and even fabricated a bunch of chat logs to avoid being discovered?!

I have to say... quite perceptive.

But that's only half right.

"The all-around second male lead?" Chi Qinghe swallowed the sugar residue in his mouth, "I gave you a chance."

Lu Hansong stared at the words "bad mood" on the screen, a cunning glint in his eyes.

Xiao Hei was right. This kid was definitely not a pushover.

But that's it.

"Boss! Boss! Something bad has happened!"