< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Home > Romance > My Youth Began With Him > Chapter 4911

Chapter 4911

Words:1022Update:24/04/30 04:08:44

Report

"Yunchu …" Pudding hadn't called him by this name for a long time.

The moment she opened her mouth and heard her own voice, she couldn't help but cry.

Qin Yuyao knew that Wei Yunchu was here, so how could he not let him see his sister?

In Qin Yuyao's heart, he had long treated Wei Yunchu as his brother-in-law and was as close to him as Gao Boyuan.

That was why he deliberately created this opportunity to meet him alone.

Pudding never thought that five years later, when they met again, it would be under such circumstances.

Wei Yunchu reached out and slowly took off his hat.

His handsome face was revealed ….

Compared to five years ago, he had grown taller and more handsome.

He was wearing an overseas casual brand, a dark grey jacket with a slight blue tinge, a pair of simple jeans, and white sneakers.

Just like before, he was clean and silent.

"You're … very beautiful today … I'm so glad that … I didn't miss it."

Wei Yunchu's voice was intermittent. It was obvious that he was also very emotional.

After he said that, Pudding cried even harder …

Wei Yunchu walked over and took out a white handkerchief from his pocket.

He carefully wiped her tears …

"Don't cry. Today is a good day. We have to be happy …"

Pudding couldn't help but hug Wei Yunchu's waist with both hands. Then, she leaned on his shoulder and cried even harder …

There was grievance, longing, sadness … surprise … There were too many complicated emotions.

Wei Yunchu's body trembled when Pudding hugged him. He didn't expect Pudding, who had always been calm, to lose her composure like this.

How could they be so intimate …

Then, he felt joy in his heart. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Pudding, hugging her gently.

It was as if he was afraid that his girl would disappear at any moment …

No matter what the outcome was this time, being able to see her, talk to her, and hug her was already the best outcome …

Wei Yunchu had nothing else to ask for.

When Pudding played Starry Sky on stage and said that she wanted to give it to her friend in the United States …

Liao Muchen became abnormally silent and depressed …

During the meal, he ate a few bites and stood up.

Han Yueyao was curious. "Are you feeling unwell, Chenchen?"

"No, I'm just a little stuffy. I'm going out to get some fresh air."

Liao Muchen stood up and walked to a bench in the corner. He sat down.

Then, he took out a ring from the pocket of his suit.

It was a ring of eternal love from Bulgari.

He had bought it when he went to Europe to attend a film festival.

At that time, she wanted to find a chance to confess to her boss. Even if she was rejected, she wouldn't feel sad. She had to try.

But today, when he heard Pudding say that she was going to give Wei Yunchu a piano piece, he was shocked.

Only then did he realize how insignificant he was in Pudding's heart.

It was not enough for her to remember him.

Pudding hadn't looked at him since he came today.

So, at that moment, all his confidence had been completely shattered ….

Her courage to confess to him also faded away.

It was as if he had already predicted the outcome before it had even begun.

At this moment, the old man in a Chinese tunic suit walked over. He was Master Wu, but Liao Muchen did not recognize him.

"Young man, is there something on your mind?" Master Wu asked him.

Master Wu wasn't a busybody, but the first time he saw this kid, he looked a lot like Su Yu.

He had mixed feelings. Even though he was a Daoist priest who had abandoned the mortal world, he couldn't help but be shocked and disturbed by his face.

"I like someone, but I feel like she doesn't like me," Liao Muchen said dejectedly.

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.