You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

These days it seems to be really tired, no, I still have to sleep well.

A rare journey with composure, she needs to take a good rest of her body in order to fly in waves.

So for now, let's take a good rest.

I can only blame Lu Yanmu for being too fierce, making her a little unbearable.

Xu was accompanied by Lu Yanmu by his side. It was also possible that the plane flew very comfortably, Qingmang did not feel any discomfort, but slept extremely comfortably.

Lu Yanmu sat next to him and looked at Qingmang's peaceful sleeping face, with a smile on his lips.

"San Ye." Song Yuan came in and shouted to Lu Yanmu.

Lu Yanmu raised his head and nodded to him, telling him not to speak, Song Yuan understood it, and then silently backed away.

Lu Yanmu gently tucked Qingmang's blanket, and then walked out slowly.

"What's the matter?" Lu Yanmu returned to his usual appearance.

"San Ye, just received the news, the old man also invited Mr. Ye with him." When Song Yuan spoke, his expression was slightly restrained, and there was a little nervousness in his words.

Lu Yanmu furrowed his brows slightly, and there was a bit of deepness between his brows, and there was a bit of dullness in the atmosphere.

After a few moments of relaxation, he said faintly: "Well, I see."

Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "But need to change the arrangement?"

He knew that Lu Yanmu's trip was for affair. Originally, Ye Jian was not in the scope of the invitation, but since the old man invited him, he can't save the old man's face.

"Business as usual, arrange a room for Mr. Ye and treat him well." Lu Yanmu gave a simple command.

Song Yuan raised his head and glanced at Lu Yanmu's expression, and found that although it was frowning, there was a bit of deepness in his expression, whether it meant impatience or irritability, and he immediately understood what it meant.

"I know the third master." Song Yuan replied, and his tight nerves were relieved.

Lu Yanmu didn't speak any more, Song Yuan saw that he didn't intend to go in immediately, so he left first.

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, his eyes darkened a bit, and the deep eyes were unfathomable.

After slowing down for a long time, he glanced at Qingmang's direction and sighed lightly.

Perhaps the old man finally knew something before calling people over.

No matter what the old man's intention is, it is correct in the end. If Qing Mang knew that marriage was not called Ye Jian, he might feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Now that we have done this, there are some things that shouldn't be the result.

After Lu Yanmu thought it through, there was not much emotional ups and downs.

In any case, Ye Jian is Qingmang's father, so he should be.

Now that it has been decided, some things must be faced.

When Lu Yanmu came back, Qingmang still slept very securely, with no effect at all, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was dreaming.

Lu Yanmu sat down beside her, stretched out her big palm to caress her brow and pressed it lightly, seeming to be relieved.

Qing Mang probably also felt something, and under his relief, he gradually relaxed a little.

Lu Yanmu kept doing this, looking at Qingmang's face in a daze, it turned out to be a bit of a shadow from the beginning.

No matter how it changes, Qingmang's appearance remains the same as before, and there has never been any change.