You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Maybe it was because she was too slow to reply, or because Lu Yanmu was busy, Qingmang didn't see his reply for a long time. After thinking about it, he sent a message to him.

After sending it out, I was in a daze holding my phone.

Mr. Lu is definitely an important support for Lu Yanmu. No matter when it is, as long as Mr. Lu is there, everything about Lu Yanmu will go smoother.

In the previous life, because of himself, the relationship between Lu Yanmu and the old man was too stale, which was also one of the fuse of Lu Yanmu's later accident.

She dragged down Lu Yanmu in the previous life, and in this life she must be a good internal helper.

When Lu Yanmu finished dealing with the accumulation, leaning back on his chair for a while, he heard the sound of the WeChat prompt. Slender and beautiful fingers picked up the phone and clicked on WeChat, and the green light message came into view.

After seeing a simple good word, his eyes were dim, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, revealing a trace of vagueness.

Holding the mobile phone, instead of knowing what to return. Perhaps, from the beginning, she was not willing.

But in any case, he would not let go, unless he died.

While he was shaking his mind, WeChat shook twice again.

Tasty and beautiful Qingmang: I was doing the test paper just now, but I didn’t see it, and the reply was a bit late (〃\'▽\'〃)

Delicious and beautiful Qingmang: What do you need to prepare to see Grandpa? I think it might be possible to prepare some gifts. The first time I saw Grandpa, I didn't understand anything. You have to mention me more. I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of Grandpa.

In the end, he also brought a very cute and cute little expression.

Lu Yanmu fixed the screen for a while, until the screen was dark and bright, bright and dark, and then he replied with a good word.

Staring at those few lines, Lu Yanmu was slightly surprised, perhaps because of her attention, or because of her grandfather's originally gloomy mood, like a cloud and mist, slowly clearing up.

Qing Mang was waiting for Lu Yanmu's reply while guarding his mobile phone. After finally waiting, there was only a simple good word.

Seeing that character, Qing Mang was a little confused about what Lu Yanmu meant.

Is Lu Yanmu satisfied with her performance? Still not satisfied?

Could it be that her performance is not obvious enough?

Qing Mang thought for a while before dialing directly.

The phone rang twice, then it was connected, and a low and cold voice came over, "Huh?"

Qingmang bit his lip lightly and asked softly, "Well, when do you go to see Grandpa?"

"This weekend, I will tell you the specific time later." Lu Yanmu replied lightly.

"Um..." Qing Mang felt that Lu Yanmu's reaction seemed a bit wrong, but he couldn't tell you more specifically, "Are you free on Saturday? Or do you want to make an appointment with Song Yuan first?"

"Huh?" Lu Yanmu's voice was as indifferent as ever, accompanied by the sound of turning pages.

Qing Mang sighed secretly, it was really difficult to communicate with such a character.

"I want to choose some gifts for my grandpa in advance. I just met, but I don't want to leave my grandpa unruly impression." Qing Mang said playfully.

Lu Yanmu paused for a while, raised his eyes and glanced outside, and said coldly, "You can go if you have time on Saturday morning."

"Okay." Qing Mang was a little brisk when he spoke. "That's it. Don't arrange anything else on Saturday. You must accompany me."

She took Lu Yanmu over, and she would always pick some gifts that the old man liked. Well, Lu Yanmu wouldn't want to cheat her.