Half an hour later, Ye Nianmo pushed open the door and came out. Nianyi darted into his arms with a vigorous step. He found his pocket and nested in it.

"What would you like for lunch?" Ye Nianmo's violence has remained a little bit, but his tone has slowed down.

"Sorry, I'm still busy at noon." Ding Yiyi subconsciously refused, but in fact she had nothing to do at noon.

Ye Nianmo suddenly grabbed her hand, the hot temperature of her palm and the cool skin formed a strong contrast, and she looked at her with amazement.

"What's going on?" He raised her hand and the sleeve of the sweater...