You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu looked down at the time, and patted Qingmang's shoulder lightly, "You go back to the bedroom first, and I will go back after I have settled the matter on hand."

Qing Mang hugged his arm and looked at the time. It was almost ten o'clock, and she seemed to be a bit late.

He looked up at the files piled on the desktop, ah, it seemed a lot, I came to accompany her all night.

Following this, Lu Yanmu estimated that he would have to work overtime again.

Qing Mang immediately moved aside from his lap, "You go quickly, I'll sit here and wait for you."

Serious men are the most handsome. To be honest, she feels that Lu Yanmu, who has been dealing with work with all his heart, is more handsome than ever, which touches her heart.

"Go back to bed first, I don't know the time." Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, urging Qingmang to go back and rest first.

Qing Mang hugged the pillow directly and nestled on the sofa, "You go quickly, if you drag it any longer, I'm going to talk about you."

Lu Yanmu knew about Qing Mang's temperament and basically wanted to do what no one could persuade her. After checking the time, it was not too late, so she let her go.

Qing Mang sat on the sofa with a pillow and quietly watched Lu Yanmu's work, feeling inexplicably that no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see enough.

Why can there be such a good person? It really makes women crazy and makes men feel inferior. Fortunately, this man belongs to her. Thinking about it, I found a treasure.

Xu Shi Qingmang's eyes were too hot, Lu Yanmu looked at her from the document, and fell straight into Qingmang's apricot eyes.

As the star eyes flowed, the shining starlight in his eyes made him willingly sink.

Qing Mang stared at him for a long time, and felt that his eyes were very familiar, as if they had been seen somewhere before, and for a moment it hit the dusty thoughts deep in his heart.

"Lu Yanmu, have we met before." Before he could react, the words had already blurted out.

Then a vague scene flashed through my mind. It was a little girl in a white dress, with two long braids, looked sideways and smiled.

Qing Mang's head suddenly hurt, as if it had been severely stimulated, he tilted his body and covered his head, gasping for breath.

When Lu Yanmu saw Qingmang like this, a trace of panic flashed across his face, he hurriedly got up and walked to her and hugged him, "What's the matter?" When speaking, he was a little anxious.

Qing Mang leaned against his shoulder, took a deep breath, and eased, "It's nothing, it's just that my head hurt."

This kind of pain was a bit inexplicable. When she wanted to explore down, all the traces were gone. It was just a flash in the pan and passed away in a flash.

When she wanted to search carefully, even the scene that had just flashed was blurred, and she only vaguely remembered the white dress.

This feeling is hardly uncomfortable.

"Why does my head hurt?" Lu Yanmu held her in his arms, a trace of pain flashed under his deep eyes.

Qing Mang took a sigh of relief, resting his head on his shoulder, "I don't know, when you looked at me just now, I was inexplicably familiar with it, as if I had seen it somewhere. Then a scene flashed, I just remember A little girl wore a white dress, and then it hurts."

As soon as Qing Mang's words came out, Lu Yanmu's expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years suddenly disintegrated, his face changed drastically, and a trace of surprise passed under his eyes.