Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

Huang Ying subconsciously turned his head to look at the door, but the phone in his hand "banged" and fell to the ground.

Looking at the people coming in through the door, I almost thought that I was seeing the wrong eyes.

After a while, until the person walked in front of her, he opened his mouth with a trembling voice, "You...you are..."

There was a gentle smile on the man's face, his eyebrows were lightly raised, his lips were curled to see her smile, "You see who I am, who I am."

Huang Ying looked at the person in front of him, trying to speak the answer, but couldn't speak anyway.

He just opened his eyes wide and didn't blink, staring at the close person in front of him.

The man also stood on the spot with a nice smile on his lips, and Feng Qingyun looked at her with a light smile, waiting for her to react.

Huang Ying watched for a long time, seeming to be afraid that what she saw was an illusion, and finally tried to stretch out her hand, slowly leaning towards the person in front of her.

When her hand was only a few centimeters away from the person, and when she was about to touch him, she hesitated for a while, slowly grasped the outstretched hand, and retracted it again.

She was afraid, afraid that when she touched the person in front of her, she discovered that everything was nothing but a void, which was her illusion.

If this is really just a illusion of her, she would rather this illusion last forever.

As if guessing what she was thinking, the man smiled and directly raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder.

Sneered, "What are you afraid of?"

Huang Ying felt the strength of his lightly patting her shoulder, turned her head and looked at the white and slender hand that was still lightly on her shoulder, then turned her head and stared blankly at the person in front of her.

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

But what is the situation?

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

The man still had a gentle smile on his face, raised his eyebrows, and asked her back, "Isn't this what you hoped for?"

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 hint of doubt in his eyes, but the man turned around with a smile, went to the blooming Zhengyan flowerpot next to him, folded a bright red rose, and handed it to her.

He looked at her with a smile, "I remember someone owed me to stir-fry roses and stew lilies with gypsophila."

This sentence completely dispelled the doubts in her heart, and her fingertips turned white when she pinched Rose.

The tears in my eyes didn't know when to get up, they were already like a flood that opened the gate, and they were rushing out crazily.

"Tick, tick" The rose that fell in his hand fell on the floor in front of him.

The man raised his slender white hand to her, and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Girls who shed tears will not look pretty."

The tone is pampering, and the movements are gentle to the extreme.

However, the icy temperature of the fingertips was like a ten thousand year snow mountain, leaving a piece of icy cold on her face.

The situation in front of me is harmonious. The warm sunshine, the one who is as gentle as jade. Huang Ying felt inexplicably that something was wrong, but at this moment, she was more shocked and surprised.

Therefore, under the huge shock and surprise, I also ignored the slightest error in my heart.