Early the next morning, as soon as He Qingyan went downstairs, he saw a familiar and nostalgic figure.

The man stood opposite him with a beautiful box in one hand and flowers in the other, his strong and tough body pulled out a long reflection in the sunlight, He Qingyan couldn't believe it, was it still in a dream?

Until the man's seductive face approached her little by little, she began to have difficulty breathing and her heart racing, who could tell herself that this was not a dream?!

The man stopped his steps, looked at the wide-eyed, stunned little cutie in front of him, couldn't help laughing in his heart, and then took out his mobile phone and 'clicked' to record He Qingyan's innocent and cute appearance.

"Is that you? Am I not dreaming? Hearing the voice, He Qingyan blinked his eyes and spoke, in the dream he was holding flowers and looking at himself in the window, which was not the same as now.

"It's me, not a dream." The man's beautiful voice came into his ears, and He Qingyan suddenly seemed to be overly surprised, and threw himself into the man's arms with an "ah", and wrapped his waist tightly.

The man hugged back, his smile spreading, and it felt so good to smell the fragrance of her hair.

After a long time, He Qingyan raised his face and looked at the man in his dream: "Why did you come back?" ”

The man reached out and gave her the flowers, and then lifted the gift in his other hand and handed it over.

"What?"

Seeing the man smiling and silent, He Qingyan had to open the box by herself, and the moment she opened the box, the smile on her face froze. An out-of-print LV lies quietly in a box.

After not seeing anyone respond for a long time, the man took her hand. He Qingyan raised his face, and his eyes were already moistened with mist.

The man didn't know why, he was a little helpless, why he was still crying.

Suddenly, He Qingyan cried out in disregard, and the man panicked, so he could only take the woman into his arms, hoping to comfort her.

The man watched her quietly until the woman's crying faded away, leaving only the thin little shoulders still moving before daring to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you come back because of yesterday?"

"A night flight to see if I'm okay? Just to give this bag and let me pay attention to safety? ”

The man was speechless when asked, but looking at her clear and bright eyes, he couldn't shake his head and lie, so he had to look at her aggrievedly.

Which one was just after neither of them spoke, He Qingyan suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed the man's soft lips.

The man was still stunned, the woman's kiss was jerky and there was no technique at all, and the man came back to his senses and hugged the woman's slender waist, surprise, joy, and excitement were all integrated into this honey kiss filled with the smell of sunshine.

After a kiss and a long relationship, the two got into the car and went to the man's apartment.

Like last time, He Qingyan made a light porridge, and this time he copied two light side dishes, Mo Shangbei kept leaning on the door frame, watching He Qingyan raise and fall with a knife, gentle and virtuous.

Until the porridge came out of the oven, Mo Shangbei stepped forward and gently kissed her on the face while no one was paying attention, and took the bowl in his hand.

He Qingyan put his hands on his cheeks and watched the man taste the food he cooked with relish, and the feeling was warm and peaceful.

After eating, He Qingyan pushed Mo Shangbei to the bed without saying a word, and asked him to sleep well to reverse jet lag.

The man lay on the bed, reached out to hold the woman's hand, and closed his eyes.

In fact, she had already seen that he was a little lacking between his eyebrows, and she must have been thinking about it after making a phone call after knowing about the bag snatching incident yesterday, and hurriedly flew back, which made her feel very distressed.