"Hey hey, kiss Xiao Bingbing, have you thought about it?" Ye Cheng looked at Qiao Rubingdao with a smile. Just now Qiao Rubingdao's eyes flashed through the slightest trace of envy and complexity and hesitation, but did not escape from Ye Cheng's eyes.

"What?" Jo Rubing asked knowingly.

"Naturally it's a word. Have you decided what you want? If you don't think about it, I've already thought about it for you." Ye Cheng picked up another apple and looked at Joe Rubing's laughing way at his fingertips.

"No, just give it to me directly." Joe shook his head like ice and reached for the apple in Yecheng's hand.

"How can...