Like a little white rabbit, Dorn looked at Yun Jiamu with a sincere and innocent face.

"Don't look at me like that." He reached out in warning and pinched her face. "I ask you, what is your heart?" ”

"My heart?" Dorn frowned at his pinch, thought for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know." ”

"What?" Yun Jiamu's face sank.

"My heart has not belonged to me since the moment I saw you again...... My heart was stolen by you, and you should know better than I do. ”

Yun Jiamu: "......"

He endured it for a few seconds, and finally broke the gong, and the corners of his lips twitched.

"I really don't know who you learned it from, a small mouth is longer than anyone else!" He said angrily and helplessly, reaching out and tapping her lips.

Dorn grabbed his index finger, opened his mouth, and bit it lightly.

"My dear...... Since you're not angry, shouldn't we ......?"

Dorne said, leaning against him, revealing a misty look in his eyes.

Yun Jiamu was slightly stunned, and in the next second, he immediately coughed dryly and said, "I'm tired today...... Go back to sleep first. After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"The beauty you think!" Dorne stepped forward, put his arms around his neck, and climbed onto his back.

"Nan Xiaoxun!" Someone gave a low warning, and her neck was nearly broken.

But the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, and finally he turned around directly, bent over her and walked towards his bedroom.

"Nan Xiaoxun...... Don't regret it! ”

"Ah...... Yunjiamu ...... You beast. "In someone's bedroom, Dorne's desperate voice could be heard......

……

Early morning.

A ray of sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtain and spilled onto the large bed.

I saw a pair of men and women snuggling together and falling asleep on the bed, the man looked noble and extraordinary, and the girl looked pure and lovely. The two are together, and they are simply a pair of wall people.

When the clock on the bed pointed to half past five, the long eyelashes of the man lying on the bed fluttered.

Soon, he woke up.

Because of years of self-discipline and habit, his biological clock will automatically wake him up at half past five every morning.

But the difference is that when he wakes up on weekdays, he is on a large bed, and there is only one person lying on it.

And this time, when he opened his eyes, he felt a small hand holding himself, and he slowly looked sideways, and saw a gentle and quiet little face.

The girl slept sweetly, her black hair hung down on the back of her head, and the whole person looked so beautiful.

Yun Jiamu stared at her, with a vague sense of unreality.

A strand of hair hung down on the side of her face, making him not really look at it.

So, he quietly reached out and helped her pull her hair back to her head. The girl who was touched frowned slightly, and rubbed her little face on the pillow.

Yun Jiamu thought she was going to wake up, but she only rubbed it twice and fell asleep again.

I don't know what I'm dreaming about, and my mouth is slightly pursed from time to time, as if I want to laugh.

Yun Jiamu stared at her like this for a long time, almost stunned.

But at last thought of something, and looking at his watch, he still reached out his hand, put her arm under the covers, and got up.

In order not to wake her up, he went to the bathroom of the guest bedroom alone to take a shower, and then went into the study.

By the time the time hand pointed to six o'clock, he had opened his notebook in his neat shirt.

Soon, on the other side of the screen, a video conference was heard.

At the other end of the conference were the best people from all over the world with different skins.