You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

However, fortunately, Lu Yanmu never restrained Qingmang. Even if he had other opinions, he would only put forward his own opinions, and let her use an opinion as a reference, and never used strong methods.

This is probably the happiest thing. There are different ideas, but it has never been imposed on her, as long as she has a good life.

Suizi sneered Qingmang, and said lazily, "Blow it, just because Lu Yanmu is not here, you dare to say that. I think if Lu Yanmu is really there, you must be counseled and dare not say anything. ."

Although Qingmang is not as cowardly as before, she sometimes persuaded Lu Yanmu a little bit, how could she be like her.

However, sometimes this kind of thing is really inaccurate, and it is not necessarily true that Lu Yanmu can really be controlled by the green light.

She felt that Lu Yanmu was just like this. He liked to be abused, and he liked to conquer people and things who didn't succumb to him. It really has been like this since childhood.

Turnip greens, all have love.

"What are you afraid to say in front of me?"

A cold voice came from the door, with a sense of oppression.

When everyone looked at the door, they saw Lu Yanmu's face with a cold face and a chill all over, and his expression looked a bit wrong.

"Three brothers..."

"Amu..."

Seeing him standing outside the door, everyone stood up and shouted, not knowing what his inexplicable chill was.

He is also not like the kind of person who would take him home when he was angry outside. Besides, in Hwaseong, who would dare to be angry with him?

Qing Mang glanced at him with something wrong, and hurriedly stood up to greet him, put his arms around, and asked with concern: "What's the matter? Isn't it right?"

Why did he look solemn when he came back, as if he owed hundreds of millions?

Lu Yanmu looked around the room coldly, then swept across the few people who were sitting one by one, and finally fell on Qingmang's face, and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

"Ah? What's the matter?" When Qing Mang heard this question, he was obviously taken aback. He didn't know what Lu Yanmu was asking.

Lu Yanmu lowered his eyes and glanced at the debris on the ground, his face stern, a little unhappy.

Qing Mang followed his gaze to look at it, and instantly understood that what he was talking about was this, but he thought it was something going on outside. When he returned home, it was almost a frozen rhythm in a radius of one mile.

"You said this fragment~" When talking about the fragments on the ground, Qingmang first silently glanced at Xu Mo. When he successfully saw a trace of panic across his face, his face was very happy.

Then he slowly said, "It's okay. Xu Mo accidentally smashed it when he was having fun with Suizi. Although, this blue and white porcelain vase is quite expensive, and you like it. But since it is broken, it is broken. , Let Xu Mo do more to compensate, what about it?"

Speaking of this, Qing Mang glanced at Xu Mo secretly, and saw him holding a breath, wanting to have a seizure but not daring to take it, and threw the conversation over: "Xu Mo, what do you think?"

She didn't believe it anymore, Xu Mo would deny the matter directly in front of Lu Yanmu.

Although Xu Mo didn't smash this porcelain bottle, but in the final analysis, it has nothing to do with him.

Counted on the head, it is not a loss.