Yang yarou hurriedly went downstairs, went back to his office, took the skirt that had been prepared for a long time, put on makeup, and hurried to the undersea restaurant.

...

Butong looked at the Tang poetry that was being enjoyed in the opposite direction, stuffed a vegetable salad into his mouth, and his face was full of contempt.

it's just that Tang poetry, while eating, pointed out the glass and introduced to her.

"Tongtong, look, what I'm eating now is that fish."

"well... I didn't expect this lobster tastes so good. Tongtong, look, it's that one. It's swimming towards us. Maybe I'm just a good friend of it."

"buxiaotong,...