You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Thinking of the things in the previous life, my heart ached, stretched out your hand on his shoulder, please press, and said: "If you are really busy, you can not use it to pick me up, just let Song Yuan come."

The moment Qing Mang touched his shoulder, Lu Yanmu froze for a while, then he slowly came over, and said faintly, "It's okay."

Qing Mang wanted to laugh and was a little angry, as he did not care about his body, sooner or later he would collapse.

He closed the file he was looking at, pretending to be angry: "How long have you not had a good rest?"

Lu Yanmu only frowned her brow slightly, but did not react much. He stretched out his hand and pressed the center of his brow, "What's wrong?"

Since she was kidnapped back, she vaguely feels that she has become a little different, not strange. While this change made him relaxed, she was also a little uneasy.

Qing Mang didn't know how to get fatter, so he pulled his head directly and looked at him with a serious face, "Did you not sleep well after I went back to school?"

He is usually more energetic, and he rarely experiences such fatigue. He must have not slept well for a week.

A hint of surprise flashed through Lu Yanmu's eyes, but he didn't answer.

Qing Mang felt a little angry when he saw him like this, and reached out and patted the baffle in front of him.

After the baffle was extended, he looked at him coldly, "Song Yuan, did he stay up all night again."

Song Yuan, who was driving in front, trembled in his heart. What should he say about this kind of thing.

According to the truth, the third master will kill him, but if not, Miss Gu will kill him.

He glanced at Lu Yanmu who was behind him, his expression was as indifferent as before, "This..." he said carefully, "San Ye is okay lately, not very busy."

As soon as the voice fell, Gu Qingmang's cold snort instantly spread into Song Yuan's ears, and he sighed inwardly. Come on, he has always done things like offending people.

The appearance of Miss Care must be unbelievable.

Qing Mang glared at him. Both the master and the servant were the same.

Glancing at Lu Yanmu with an indifferent face again, with a sulky breath, he wrapped his hands around his chest, turned his back to Lu Yanmu, and poked and scolded Lu Yanmu inwardly.

Lu Yanmu glanced at Song Yuan, who silently lowered the baffle.

He stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, feeling helpless, "What's the matter?"

Qing Mang took a sigh of relief, looked outwards, and answered bluntly, "It's nothing."

She must be so stupid that she wants to care about him, knowing that this is the same indifference as always.

Lu Yanmu put the contract away and put it aside, stretched his hand over her, "What is angry?"

"Nothing." Although Qing Mang didn't resist his touch, his tone was not good.

Lu Yanmu fixedly looked at her expression and spoke for a while, "Are you caring about me?"

Qing Mang raised his eyes and looked at him when he heard the words, with a layer of mist in his eyes, with a serious face, "Isn't it obvious?"

Dare to feel that she is so obviously angry, can't you see that she is caring for him?

Lu Yanmu was stunned for a while, and it was rare that the iceberg face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was turned away, "obviously."

For a moment, Qing Mang was tickled with anger, and wanted to take two bites to relieve his hatred. Pouting a mouth, his face was full of displeasure.

This man is really puzzled.

Lu Yanmu reached out and touched her face, trying to confirm her real existence.

Such a simple and warm relationship between two people was something he had never thought of before.