You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Regarding this long-lived thing, they said that the three views have been refreshed.

In the future, the male employees of the group do not have to work hard to fall forward and fall into the arms of the president; the female employees do not have to dress up every day or look like Shimizu Hibiscus, thinking about how to climb onto the president's bed.

However, the beautiful woman next to the president seemed a little shy, her head lowered all the way, and she couldn't see clearly what she looked like.

But the woman who can appear next to the president must look the best.

At the moment when she came out of the elevator, Qingmang felt that everyone's eyes were projected on her, there was inquiry, consideration, jealousy, and envy... all kinds of things made her extremely uncomfortable.

Wei Wei tilted her head down, and blocked part of her face with her hair, not completely exposed.

She should keep her secret. It was too early to expose, but there was not so much... horror.

In the place where Lu Yanmu walked, all the staff who passed by or stood lowered their heads and silently shouted: President.

That posture is quite like the emperor's on tour. As for Qingmang's positioning of herself, that is the favored concubine next to the emperor who is a disaster for the country and the people, um, but she doesn't seem to have reached the level of overwhelming the country and the city.

Lu Yanmu kept a cold face the whole time, and turned a blind eye to their reaction with the eyes hidden under his nose.

When he reached the door, Song Yuan was already standing by and waiting, and when he saw them coming out, he opened the door of the car.

When Lu Yanmu walked over, Song Yuan obviously felt the cold air on his body. He glanced at Gu Qingmang who was following, a little confused.

Did Miss Gu make the president angry?

After feeling the light of Song Yuan's probing eyes, Qingmang's eyes greeted him and nodded slightly, indicating that it was indeed what he thought.

Song Yuan didn't dare to speak anymore. When the two armies fought, it was easy to accidentally hurt innocent people.

Qing Mang glanced at Song Yuan, understood his expression, and sighed helplessly. She didn't want to see what she could do.

Song Yuan sat in front of him and often asked: "San Ye, where are you going?"

"Return to Suyuan." Lu Yanmu said coldly, his words were like a layer of frost, which made people shudder.

Song Yuan was so chilled by the chilling words, he hurriedly agreed, and then concentrated on driving and stopped talking.

Qing Mang glanced at Song Yuan through the rearview mirror. This guy knew Mingzhe would protect himself, so why didn't he put the baffle down so that he could stay out of the matter.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuan seemed to understand what she was thinking, reaching out and pressing down on the baffle, completely isolating the air-conditioning behind.

Qing Mang expressionlessly looked at the baffle to isolate the space between the front and rear seats, and secretly greeted Song Yuan a hundred times.

Secretly glanced sideways at the man who was constantly exuding chills, and slightly pursed his mouth. Is Lu Yanmu angry? Or just don't want to talk to her?

Qing Mang quietly moved aside while turning the corner, until half of his body was on his body, and then he didn't move further. Although they were very close, they didn't speak, and it smelled like pretending that they didn't know anything.

When she moved over, Lu Yanmu stared at her indifferently, watching her small movements with a cold face, but didn't reveal them, just want to see what she wanted to think carefully.

You can feel each other's body temperature through the clothes, and pass it through the clothes a little bit, just like two people's minds, as always.