You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"Miss Qingmang, do you have any misunderstandings about me?" Song Yuan said weakly, feeling helpless with you.

"Huh?" Qing Mang said with some doubts. He didn't quite understand Song Yuan's words. Did she say something wrong?

Song Yuan sighed faintly, "If I can figure out the mind of the third master, it might not be the case. On the contrary, I think Miss Qingmang can better guess what the third master is thinking."

It's not flattery, it's just saying what you see and see. As long as the third master is angry, Miss Qingmang will be able to control the hostility of the third master.

If this is not love, he guesses he will really believe in evil.

Qing Mang smiled a little, and said without humility at all, "That is, don't look at who I am."

She is the woman behind the boss, and she can naturally stand the scene.

If she can't guess her own man's thoughts, can she be so prosperous? !

Seeing Qing Mang's very confident appearance, Song Yuan echoed his face: "The woman behind the third master."

A smile appeared on Qing Mang's face, and he patted him on the shoulder with a deep meaning: "The younger generation is terrible."

Song Yuan: "..."

Why does this sound so strange?

In terms of age, he seems to be older than Gu Qingmang.

What the **** is the fearful posterity? ? ?

But for Qing Mang's brain circuit, he has always been inaccurate, just like San Ye's, a person who can touch accurately, I am afraid there are two people in the world that can understand each other's mind.

Qing Mang glanced at the time, but he didn't expect that he could talk with Song Yuan for so long, and he didn't do anything business at all.

"Ms. Yan also go this time?" Qing Mang seemed to ask casually.

Song Yuan naturally didn't think much, and directly replied: "Miss Yan stayed behind, not together."

In my heart, I was thinking, isn't this nonsense?

You are by San Ye, can San Ye let Miss Yan go with him? ! It must be avoided.

"So she doesn't have any arrangements, right." Qingmang looked at the nails on his hands, as if he was very casual.

Song Yuan couldn't guess what she was thinking, so she could only answer honestly: "No, Miss Yan probably helped deal with something that is not very important and urgent."

Qing Mang put away his hand, gave a faint hum, and did not speak any more.

Turned around, looked around, what exactly did he have to do to accidentally hurt Song Yuan, so that he couldn't get out of the house?

He held his chin and looked around. The ground was flat, there was no high place, so you couldn't dig a hole to push Song Yuan in.

Song Yuan didn't know what she was thinking, thinking she seemed bored, so he came out for a walk.

"I heard that Miss Qing Mang is not feeling well, should she be all right now?" Song Yuan heard about Sunday's affairs, being polite and caring.

This concern fell on Qing Mang's ears, but he was even more convinced that Song Yuan should not be allowed to go to this muddy water.

"Well, it's okay, it's better." Qing Mang replied casually, squinting to see where the crime is suitable.

Seeing Qing Mang's absent-minded appearance, Song Yuan thought she intended to end this topic, so he didn't bother her anymore, so he thought of leaving first.

"If Miss Qingmang has nothing to do, I will leave first." Song Yuan said without any scruples.