Tang Zhima turned to Xiao Yao: “Don’t be nervous, everything will be OK! Your family will soon have a wedding! Stay calm.”
“Mm!” Xiao Yao nodded heavily, all her doubts and unease disappearing in the anticipation and fantasy of a wedding.
Everything will be OK, right?
One Strange Handsome Man
Chapter 2
A strange, handsome man got off the car, completely ignoring the crowd surrounding the vehicle, and directly opened the trunk.
Xiao Yao was pushed to the front, seemingly becoming the leader, while the “troops” behind her, after a moment of stunned silence, began to exchange observations.
Especially the girls, who were completely entranced.
“Oh, My God! He’s incredibly handsome! Who is he? Does anyone know him? Could he be Zhima’s friend?”
“No wonder we don’t recognize him. Such a wealthy and beautiful man, a top-tier hottie. Of course Zhima would want to hide him away!”
“Hmph,” the boys also had something to say: “Top-tier? Isn’t that exaggerated? He’s slightly good-looking, but wealthy? Who knows? You can’t judge by appearance!”
“Yeah, he didn’t even greet anyone, and he seems a bit arrogant. I’m thinking maybe the car isn’t even his, and he just wants to scam a big sum from Yao Yao.”
Everyone was chattering, but Xiao Yao remained silent.
When she first saw this man, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but just as she was trying to recall, he turned his back.
Standing behind the man, she stared at his thick black hair blowing in the wind, and began to cautiously approach him. Xiao Yao was eager to get a clear look.
She believed that if she could just look a bit more, she would remember… she was certain she had seen this man before.
Closer, a little closer… she could see clearly now!
The man had a bronze-colored skin tone, a chiseled, three-dimensional face, and bold, thick eyebrows that looked particularly masculine. He was looking down, with feminine-like long, curled eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and tightly pressed lips with a moist sheen that made one unable to resist imagining their softness; the light stubble around his lips added an even stronger masculine aura.
Xiao Yao, holding her breath, began to wonder if she had inherited her father’s faulty heart. Otherwise, why was her heart pounding so intensely…
