Chapter 4358 He Is Back (1)

Huang Ying subconsciously turned her head to look at the door, but the phone in her hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Looking at the person walking in from the door, I almost thought I had seen him wrong.

After a while, until the man walked up to her, he spoke with a slightly trembling voice, "You...you are..."

A warm smile appeared on the man's face, his eyebrows slightly raised, his lips curled up as he looked at her and smiled, "You see who I am, that's who I am."

Huang Ying looked at the person in front of her and wanted to speak out the answer, but she couldn't.

He just opened his eyes wide, without blinking, and stared at the person so close in front of him.

The man stood there with a nice smile on his lips, looking at her with a calm smile, waiting for her to react.

Huang Ying looked at it for a long time, as if she was afraid that what she saw was an illusion, and finally tried to stretch out her hand and slowly reached towards the person in front of her.

When her hand was only a few centimeters away from the man, and was about to touch him, she hesitated for a moment, slowly held the outstretched hand, and then retracted it.

She was afraid that when she touched the person in front of her, she would find that everything was just in vain and was her illusion.

If this was really just an illusion of hers, she would rather this illusion could continue forever.

As if he guessed what she was thinking, the man smiled and raised his hand to pat her shoulder lightly.

He sneered, "What are you afraid of?"

Huang Ying felt the force of his gentle pat on her shoulder. She turned to look at the slender white hand that was still gently resting on her shoulder. Then she turned her head and looked blankly at the person in front of her.

She could really feel his hand on her shoulder at this moment. He was real, not her fantasy, let alone her illusion.

But what exactly is going on?

He couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

The man still had a warm smile on his face, raised his eyebrows, and asked her, "Isn't this what you want?"

Huang Ying looked at him and nodded subconsciously, "Yes."

"As long as the result is what you want, that's enough." The man smiled.

Huang Ying looked at him with a trace of doubt in her eyes, but the man turned around with a smile, went to the brightly blooming flowerpot next to him, broke off a bright red rose, and handed it to her hand.

He looked at her with smiling eyes, "I remember there was someone who owed me stir-fried roses and lilies stewed with baby's breath."

This sentence completely dispelled the doubts in her heart. The fingertips of the hand holding the rose turned white.

I don’t know when the tears in my eyes started, but they were already pouring out crazily like a flood that had opened a gate.

"Tick tock, tick tock" the rose that fell in her hand fell on the floor in front of her.

The man raised his slender white hand in front of her, and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

"When a girl sheds tears, she becomes less beautiful."

His tone was doting, and his movements were extremely gentle.

However, the cold temperature on her fingertips was like a thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain, leaving a cold patch on her face.

The situation in front of me was harmonious. The warm sunshine, the person as gentle as jade. Huang Ying felt something was wrong for no reason, but she was more shocked and surprised at the moment.

Therefore, under the huge shock and surprise, he ignored the slightest thing wrong in his heart.