Gu Nuoer was obviously still angry.

Her watery eyes were shining brightly, and she looked very unconvinced.

She pulled her hand twice but didn't pull it back.

He simply lifted his white boots and stepped directly on Ye Siming's feet.

He grunted in pain.

Jiang Xiaoran turned around when he heard the words: "What's wrong?"

The two people in the back seat all had serious expressions.

Except for Gu Nuoer's red lips pursed, and she looked unhappy and angry.

On the other hand, Ye Siming had a calm face.

"It's okay, I'm sleepy." Ye Siming replied calmly.

Xie Yinxiang turned around and saw a thin blanket piled between Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming!

She looked at it suspiciously twice.

His eyes swept across Gu Nuoer's face which was abnormally flushed.

"Nuo'er, are you okay? Is it motion sickness? Do you want me to accompany you to sit in the back, and you can lean on my shoulder."

Under the thin blanket, Ye Siming drew a few circles on her palm.

Even though his eyebrows and eyes were calm, his eyes were still looking out of the window.

But the slender fingertips are very bold!

For a while, he was writing on Gu Nuoer's palm, and for a while he was pinching her fingertips.

Embarrassment flashed across Gu Nuoer's eyes.

Brother Siming is too bad!

Anyway, this time she will never admit defeat easily.

She shook her head towards Xie Yinxiang: "No need, won't you be there later?"

Xie Yinxiang had no choice but to look away.

Only then did Ye Siming turn his head to look at the charming little girl beside him.

He picked up his thin lips and smiled lightly.

She made a mouth shape to Gu Nuoer—

【Does your mouth still hurt】

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Gu Nuoer directly took his hand away.

She raised her tender and beautiful swan neck, and made a face at Ye Siming.

Complaining softly: "Don't worry about it."

Gu Nuoer's appearance is delicate and pretty, even if she is angry, she still has a lively and beautiful beauty.

A pair of big and bright eyes, like clear springs.

People can't help but want to follow her gaze.

And under the small and delicate bridge of the nose, there is a lip that is as lustrous as a red fruit, arousing thousands of thoughts.

Ye Siming looked at it, propped his head with his hands unhurriedly, and took a leisurely look.

His eyes gradually dimmed, as if a strange fire was burning inside.

The next minute he was blocked by the little thing.

He asked his assistant to buy a plane ticket to return home recently.

When he just rushed home last night, Gu Nuoer was held down by him, and she also looked at him with those innocent eyes.

At that time, there were only a few words in Ye Siming's mind:

Sweet, savory, to eat.

He had planned to coax her first, but his body reacted more honestly.

But only biting her lower lip, Gu Nuoer cried aggrieved and coquettishly.

Ye Siming coaxed her for at least three hours, but she was still kicked out of her house.

The young man closed his eyes slightly and began to rest his mind.

His little thing, delicate and tender, needs to be hugged and coaxed, and takes care of it with all his heart.

Now he has plenty of time to spend with her.

Soon, the car drove outside the studio.

Jiang Xiaoran went to pick up the tickets, but Ye Siming put his hands in his pockets, wandering around somewhere.

Xie Yinxiang and Gu Nuoer stood outside, watching the replay of the Europa League Winter Games on the big screen.

It happened to be the fencing session, and Ye Siming had already defeated his opponent with a single strike.

At this time, he had already won three events of foil, saber and epee. He not only won the championship of the team competition, but also his first championship in the individual competition.

Oulian hailed him as "the sword **** boy from ancient China".

On the screen, the boy took off his mask, revealing a stern and unruly face.

He shook his black hair, and the fine black hair hung on his forehead, deepening the light in his eyes.

Xie Yinxiang looked at Ye Siming on the screen, and couldn't help expressing emotion: "You are so handsome, you are more handsome in real life than on TV!"

"By the way, Nuo'er, didn't you say you liked fencing when you were in high school?"

"I remember that our senior Yun Linzhou founded a western fencing club on campus in order to chase you."

"Do you still like it now? I can ask Xiao Ran to tell that brother Ming, and let him teach you."

Gu Nuoer's slender fingertips silently pressed the center of her eyebrows.

She was about to say no.

At this moment, Ye Siming's voice that sounded like a smile was not a smile came from behind him.

"Okay." He readily agreed.

Gu Nuoer looked back, Ye Siming was already standing behind him holding two boxes of popcorn.

Ye Siming bowed his head, with a wild smile in his eyes, and slightly raised his long eyebrows.

"He is an amateur, but I am a professional, internationally certified, does Miss Gu want to see my medal?"

Gu Nuoer puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "No need, I won't learn!"

Ye Siming didn't say anything, he just smiled lightly.

He handed Xie Yinxiang a box of popcorn.

Xie Yinxiang was flattered: "Mine?"

"For you and Xiao Ran." Ye Siming said.

Xie Yinxiang was holding the popcorn blankly, then looked at the other bucket in Ye Siming's arms.

Does he want to eat by himself?

Or... eat with Nuoer?