Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

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Song Xulin carried the little mermaid to the living room and turned on the TV.

The screen was still playing the melodramatic idol drama that I hadn’t finished watching last time.

The scene of two women fighting for one man and the various stupid lines made the two people sitting on the sofa frown.

"I don't like...ugly..."

The little mermaid shrank back, curled up her tail and hid in Song Xulin's arms.

It was rare to hear this little mermaid speak Chinese, so Song Xulin didn't change the channel. He laughed and coaxed the child to speak more.

"Ugly? Their drama is quite popular, and many people say they are good-looking."

The little mermaid lowered her eyes and struggled to form her words.

"They are wrong. You are beautiful."

Being praised so directly, Song Xulin couldn't hold back the smile on his face. He grabbed the little mermaid and started kneading her. The innocent giggles of a child could be heard in the living room.

When Gong Hua came down, he encountered such a heartwarming scene.

But there was no ripple in his heart, just like a cold-hearted spectator outside the movie screen. He didn't even pause for a moment and walked straight to the entrance.

"Cookie! Don't you want coffee?" Song Xulin ran over.

"do not like."

"I don't like it either..."

Before Song Xulin could say anything, the little mermaid in his arms quickly raised her hand to agree. Her big eyes blinked as she stared blankly at the handsome, almost enchanting young man under the lamp. She refused to move away, and the word "like" was almost written on her face.

Song Xulin laughed angrily, "You little heartless kid, you just praised me for being handsome, and now you're falling in love with someone else."

He looked at Gong Huasui across from him and extended his hand forward, "The child likes you, don't you want to hug him?"

Gong Huasui's eyelids were tense, the corners of his lips were slightly lowered, and he turned sideways not wanting to have too much contact, but when his peripheral vision met the pair of dark pupils that were exactly the same as Qinghe's, his heart couldn't help but ache.

Song Xulin seized the opportunity and stuffed the little mermaid into his arms.

Gong Huasui had no experience holding a child, and he was so flustered that he almost dropped him.

The little mermaid was so scared that she closed her eyes and hugged Gong Huasui's neck tightly.

Feeling the cold and familiar breath on his neck, Gong Huasui trembled all over and wanted to hold the person tightly in his arms.

But the unfamiliar, slippery touch beneath his palm was like a cruel, cold sword blade, which would pierce his chest without hesitation as soon as his heart began to beat faster, forcing him to face the truth.

It is Qinghe, but not his Qinghe.

Qinghe, who said "See you at school next Monday", disappeared.

He couldn't find it.

Can't be found anymore.

He trembled and held Qinghe in his arms for the last time. His throat seemed to be blocked by a surging coldness, and he could not utter a word. Only hoarse and broken sobs could be heard.

The little mermaid felt the wetness on the back of her hand and looked at Gong Huasui curiously. Her dark eyes blinked. She didn't know how to react, but her instinct made her raise her arm to wipe the tears from the boy's face.

"I'm here. Don't cry...pls."

The child's voice was tender, and he spoke words of comfort that were extremely inconsistent with his age. For a moment, Gong Huasui found the Qinghe of the past through those eyes.

His knees could no longer support the weight of his body, and he fell to his knees in a mess. His knees hit the floor with a thud, and it hurt just to hear it.

But he remained silent, holding the little mermaid in his arms steadily. When he noticed that the mermaid was so scared that her eyes were closed, he would gently pat the little mermaid's back through the bath towel, just like Qinghe had done to him countless times.

"Don't be afraid..."

When he said this, he didn't know how ugly his smile was.

Song Xulin saw all this, said nothing, and silently helped him up.

"I'm leaving now...bye."

When handing over the little mermaid in his arms, Gong Huasui's face turned even paler, even showing a hint of sickness, but there was no hesitation or reluctance in his actions.

He turned around stiffly, ignored Song Xulin's attempts to keep him, opened the door, and walked into the darkness step by step.

The night wind was so cold that it penetrated my bones, and blowing on my face felt like peeling my skin.

Gong Huasui was completely unaware and continued walking on the road in a daze until a pair of brown leather shoes came into his sight.

He stopped in a daze, smelling the faint scent of tobacco in the air, and the tears in his eyes could not be stopped and flowed out.

He lowered his head and leaned on Gong Shimu's shoulder, as if he had used up his last bit of strength and said weakly.

"Brother, I want to go home."

……

Another time and space.

early morning.

Chi Qinghe woke up from his dream screaming.

Vinson, who was chatting with the doctor outside the door, immediately became alert, turned the doorknob and rushed in.

"Boss Chi!"

Chi Qinghe covered his pounding heart, his breathing still a little uneven. Looking at Wenson who was standing beside the bed with a worried look on his face, he smiled apologetically.

"Another nightmare?" Wenson frowned.

"It's not a nightmare." Chi Qinghe murmured with his eyes slightly lowered.

"We need to call a doctor..."

"I'm fine." Chi Qinghe refused quickly, lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

I stopped when I passed the perfume cabinet.

"Wenson, what kind of perfume would an eighteen-year-old boy like?"

"I suggest a fruity, citrus-based scent..."

Wenson was talking when he suddenly fell silent. He gasped as if something had occurred to him.

After a while, he awkwardly squeezed out a few words to persuade the prodigal son to turn back.

"Mr. Xiao Chi, keeping a mistress is illegal."

"I know."

Wenson patted his chest, but before he could let out a sigh of relief, Chi Qinghe's next words brought it up again.

"I took the initiative to pursue her, so it can't be considered as keeping her."

Wenson: What the hell is the difference!

He has been with Mr. Xiao Chi for so many years, how could he not guess his way of pursuing him?

Just throw as much money as you can!

He asked timidly, "Then... is the other party an adult?"

"Ah."

Wenson finally breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, took out the small notebook he carried with him, and began to prepare future pursuit plans for his little Mr. Chi.

Chi Qinghe gently put down the lemongrass perfume in his hand.

"What's today's itinerary?"

"At ten o'clock this morning, Mr. He from Xingshi Company will have dinner with you to discuss the latest batch of program planning and investment. At two o'clock in the afternoon..."

Wenson paused, his tone suddenly becoming much colder.

"Miss Yun, I'd like to ask you out. Do you need me to decline?"