You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After arriving in the living room, Lu Yanmu put his schoolbag on the sofa and sat down, and looked up at Gu Qingmang who was sitting next to him. The deep eyes flashed across his eyes.

Qingmang noticed the light in his eyes and pretended not to know that he lowered his head to stroke the folds on the school uniform. A pair of small hands on the blue and white school uniform became even more white.

Lu Yanmu followed her movements and watched her. Those hands made him lose consciousness for a moment. It was those hands that made him fascinated.

Inadvertently stretched out his hand to loosen the tie around his neck, looked slowly, and said coldly, "Is there something going on at school this week?"

Qing Mang started to stroke the wrinkles to cover up, but in the end, he became addicted to the strokes, and had a lot of fun.

Hearing the questioning, he paused. Lu Yanmu must have known some things when he asked, but these things cannot be said from her mouth.

He continued to stroke his clothes without a pair of them, and replied casually: "No, it's pretty good."

Lu Yanmu glanced at her sideways and gave a faint hum. With a blank face, he stood up and walked up the stairs and returned to the study.

Qingmang felt his inexplicably cold attitude, and felt that Lu Yanmu was angry.

He sighed inwardly, Lu Yanmu was more uncertain than a woman.

She didn't even say anything, she started to sulking herself, if she really said something, add more oil and jealousy, would he have to blow up his hair?

Forget it, let him do things first at this time, she will read the book first, and then go to Shunmao later.

Qing Mang picked up his schoolbag from the sofa and confessed a few words as he passed the kitchen, and then followed him upstairs.

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"San Ye." Song Yuan stood in front of the desk, looking down at the floor under his feet, silently accepting the coldness from the man in front.

The half-covered curtains blocked some light, and the light in the huge study was a little dim at this time. Lu Yanmu leaned on the back of the chair with a vague expression on his face.

Song Yuan didn't hear the sound, the atmosphere in the whole room was a little heavy, and there was a faint anxiety in his heart, and he quietly raised his head to look at the man.

There was no change on the stern face, the deep eyes were calm, but there was a bit of fierceness, the thin lips were slightly pursed, the brows were slightly frowned, the fingers were on the back of the chair, and occasionally tapped on the table, as if Thinking about something.

As soon as Song Yuan saw such a scene, he knew that he was thinking, and did not dare to interrupt him, so he stood quietly and waited for him to speak.

After a while, Lu Yanmu moved, "What's going on this week?"

The inexplicable sentence made Song Yuan stunned for a moment. It took a second or two before he realized that he was asking about Gu Qingmang's affairs. He understood everything that happened this week and followed all the news he received. He reports.

During Song Yuan's period, he carefully looked at him a few times, and carefully considered the report, for fear that he would be unhappy. After the end, he lowered his head and said nothing.

He knew these things a long time ago, but San Ye didn't ask, and he didn't dare to say them.

San Ye's mind is really hard to guess. Although they would often have them staring at Miss Gu in the past, it wasn't a time when things turned upside down, and San Ye was angry and they had to follow afterwards.

Although nothing major happened this week, every time Miss Gu went back to school, it would not be a trivial matter.

After all, it is these people who suffer in the end.

The third master of his family really dotes on Miss Gu too much.