Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

In the ward.

The two were in love and were about to do something interesting when they were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of a phone. Their expressions were very interesting.

Although Lu Hansong was smiling gently, there was already a hint of impatience between his eyebrows.

Chen Qiqing felt guilty, but when he saw that it was Chi Yilan who called, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Hey mom, what's wrong?"

"what!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there!"

Chen Qiqing was at a loss. When he climbed down from Lu Hansong, he happened to press on the wound, causing the man to gasp.

Chen Qiqing could only say sorry repeatedly. As he spoke, his eyes became red and he kept crying.

Lu Hansong was so soft-hearted that he held the person in his arms and tried to comfort him, but something started to go wrong as he was coaxing him.

Chen Qiqing knew that even if she went there, she would not be able to help much. Gong Shimu had already cut off contact with her, and the only person she could rely on now was Lu Hansong.

So, when the two of them were "communicating" with each other in a passionate and thoughtful manner, they didn't know that everything was recorded by a small nut on the TV box.

As soon as Chi Qinghe turned on the computer, he felt so nauseous that he rushed to the toilet. He retched for a long time until he could only spit out some acid water before he felt better.

He turned on the faucet and washed his face hastily. Looking at himself in the mirror, whose eyes and lips were unusually red, he almost scratched the sink with his fingers.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Black! Dog!"

The black dog, who had just dealt with the traitor, suddenly sneezed and looked back guiltily.

guilt guilt...

When Chi Qinghe secretly filmed them in the underground parking lot, the two of them were still hesitant and did not do it to the end.

But just now, as soon as he opened it, he was shocked by the eye-catching scene.

What was he thinking at that time?

He wondered why the video had to be made so clear!

Chi Qinghe looked unhappy. He took a tissue and wiped the water off his face. As he walked out of the bathroom, the door opened.

Gong Huasui, who was outside the door, was holding an exercise book in his arms and a small mirror in his pocket.

Hearing the footsteps were still a little far away, he took out the small mirror again, saw his excitement in the mirror, and adjusted it again.

Be indifferent.

They are in a cold war.

"What's up?"

"I have a question... why... are you crying..." Gong Huasui's calm voice suddenly became a little nervous.

His gaze fell to the tip of his nose again, and when he saw the red lips that seemed to have been ravaged and were glowing brightly, his pupils contracted rapidly.

He took a step forward, his cold gaze sliding down from the corners of his eyes, landing sharply on the boy's exposed skin.

"Has Gong Shimu been here this morning?"

"What does this have to do with him?" Chi Qinghe asked in confusion.

Gong Huasui lowered his eyelids, spoke in a cold voice, and took another step closer.

"You didn't return to the room until 3:27:08 last morning. What were you doing for such a long time?"

3:27:08 AM.

So precise.

Is this person, who's not sleeping in the middle of the night, counting seconds?

"This is kept secret for now."

Chi Qinghe was unwilling to retreat and reached out to push the boy's chest, but Gong Huasui was as stubborn as a rock and couldn't move at all. He could only turn his head away and explain patiently.

"In short, he and I are not what you think. It's a normal social relationship."

"really?"

"real."

"Then I believe it. You can't lie to me." Gong Huasui said softly with his eyelids half closed.

Chi Qinghe nodded and was about to agree when suddenly an extremely high and suggestive "hmm" sound was heard in the room, followed by a man's high and heavy breathing.

Chi Qinghe's back stiffened; he forgot to turn off the computer!

How could these two change positions and just get close to the camera? It’s so loud!

"Qinghe you..."

Gong Huasui's face turned red instantly, and his eyes wandered around, but from time to time he would glance at the boy's bright red eyes and lips.

Chi Qinghe's expression was indescribable, and he silently spat out several liters of blood in his heart.

He crossed his arm to stop Gong Huasui who was trying to walk inside with his head tilted, and he didn't have the confidence to explain.

"It's not...it's not what you think...I...never watch that kind of thing. This was an accident."

Gong Huasui's expression was clearly one of doubt, but he still nodded obediently, blushing and saying, "I believe it."

Seeing Chi Qinghe still standing there, he whispered a reminder.

"Should you... turn that off first?"

When these words came out, Chi Qinghe's face suddenly turned red, and he slammed the door!

Gong Huasui stood outside the door and couldn't help but chuckled softly with his head down.

He raised his hand and touched his lips, his peach blossom eyes showing naked interest.

"Are you vomiting from watching this... It's so good..."

Three minutes later, the door was opened again.

Chi Qinghe invited Gong Huasui into the room a little awkwardly.

After entering the room, Gong Huasui glanced at the trash can inadvertently. The movement was not big, just enough to be noticed by Chi Qinghe.

Chi Qinghe's ears turned a little redder, but he still pretended to be calm and silently kicked the trash can away.

There wasn't much trash in the trash can, but coincidentally, he had a slight cold this morning and used a lot of paper...

He really didn't want to explain anymore, but seeing Gong Huasui's increasingly strange look, he felt it was necessary to reiterate it to him.

"I really didn't..."

"I know, Qinghe is the cleanest." Gong Huasui flattened the paper and drew casually on the draft with the tip of his pen.

Chi Qinghe probably couldn't clear himself even if he jumped into the Yellow River, so he could only swallow this loss in silence, and then secretly remember Hei Gou and the two "protagonists".

The question Gong Huasui came up with was indeed a bit difficult. The two of them discussed it back and forth, and it took about half an hour to solve it.

Chi Qinghe glanced at the time. He had to go back to school at one o'clock in the afternoon to continue his weekly test. It was now ten o'clock, so he could still stay in the room for two hours.

"Your bed is so soft."

Gong Huasui squatted beside the bed at some point and patted the quilt with his hands.

"Aren't all the beds here the same?"

"That's different," Gong Huasui retorted. "My bed was cold and hard. I didn't sleep at 3:27:08 in the morning."

Such a familiar time...

Chi Qinghe: "Then I'll switch with you."

Gong Huasui did not respond, but touched the quilt again reluctantly, raised his head and stared at the boy.

“This bed is huge.”

Chi Qinghe curled his fingers slightly, finally understanding what he wanted.

He stretched out his lips, smiled faintly, walked over and touched the boy's head.

"Are you finally not angry anymore?"

"It's not a cold war." Gong Huasui corrected, and he pushed himself up again to make it easier for Chi Qinghe to touch his hair.

"Thank you."

Chi Qinghe still felt indebted, so he subconsciously said this to him.

"I feel very uncomfortable." Gong Huasui suddenly stepped forward, hugged the boy's waist, buried his face in his clothes, and his voice sounded muffled.

"You never take the initiative to talk to me. I always have to take the initiative...but I have to worry about being angry and can't get too close to you...you are so mean."

"I was too selfish. I'm sorry."

Chi Qinghe squatted down and looked at the boy at eye level. Looking at Gong Huasui's chubby cheeks and drooping, trembling eyelashes, he couldn't help but move closer.

It was not until the two of them were so close to each other and Gong Huasui's breath hit his chin that he seemed to suddenly come to his senses and paused awkwardly.

Then, as Gong Huasui's expectant eyes gradually faded, she smiled and pinched his earlobe.

You haven’t grown up yet, wait a little longer.