You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang was sitting on the dining table with a bowl in his hand, watching Lu Yanmu gradually disappear at the door, suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, stood up and rushed outside.

Lu Yanmu only heard the sound of bang dong dong, a very rapid sound, turned around slightly, and when he had just turned around, he was rushed into his arms by the person in his arms.

Lu Yanmu stepped back a little when he was hit by Qingmang, put his arms around her, stood firm, and asked, "What's the matter?"

With a small green bracelet on his waist and abdomen, with his face buried in front of his chest, he shook his head: "Um...no, I just want to hug you."

She just wanted to hug Lu Yanmu, thinking that he would not see him for a few hours, she already missed it.

Lu Yanmu was a little dumbfounded, with a smile on his face, quite pampered, reaching out his hand and touching Qingmang's little head.

"I'll be back soon, eh?" Lu Yanmu rubbed Qingmang's little head and replied softly.

"Well, I know." Qing Mang rubbed his face on his clothes, sniffed the smell of him deeply, knowing that he was surrounded by his smell.

It seems that as long as he has more flavor, he can have more.

Lu Yanmu looked at the Qing Mang who was holding him, dispelling his usual coldness, with a slight smile on his face, and whispered softly: "Qing Mang."

"Um...I know." Qing Mang reluctantly replied, and lay down for a while, then raised his head and looked at him with her pink lips pursed.

"If you want to kiss, you must hug, and you must raise it high." Qingmang's eyes were shining, and the expression on his face was very delicate.

Before Lu Yanmu could answer, he suddenly heard a soft laugh next to him. He glanced sideways at Song Yuan who was standing beside him. Seeing him desperately holding back his laughter, he curled his lips and said with some dissatisfaction: "Song Yuan, what are you laughing at? ?"

She just wanted to cheat, just want to hold Lu Yanmu and not let it go. What's wrong, is it embarrassing?

Song Yuan, who was named, instantly felt a strong sense of oppression from someone, and he immediately persuaded him, constricted all his expressions, returned to his dignity, and had an overwhelming desire to survive. He replied very seriously: "No, there was absolutely no smile just now."

Not yet married, he has already felt the potential of the Third Master to dominate his wife and crazy demon. He can guarantee that as long as he makes a mistake, Miss Qing Mang will be unhappy, and he will most likely be sent to the frontier and never come back.

For the sake of life, stay away from the spoiled wife, madness, and Miss Qingmang who likes to act like a baby.

Qing Mang glanced at Song Yuan faintly, "I clearly heard it just now, do you mean that my ears are not good enough to hear me wrong?" After saying this, Qing Mang turned his head and looked at Lu Yanmu, very serious. "Lu Yanmu , Song Yuan made fun of me, I am not happy anymore."

When Song Yuan heard this, he felt like he was about to cry. In this case, he couldn't just say it casually. He could already feel the infiltrating gaze from San Ye.

At this time, let's run quickly.

"Um... I'll see if there is any problem with the car first, and check it." Song Yuan hurriedly dropped a word, then hurriedly slipped into the car and closed the door.

Seeing Song Yuan like this, Qing Mang raised his eyebrows slightly, huh, let's see how she fixes him.

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and pinched Qingmang's cheek, "Happy?"

I have known Qingmang for so long, how can I not know what Qingmang is thinking?

The torn apart Qingmang stuck out his tongue, made a face at him, and smiled playfully.