You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After Ji Jinchen left, Qing Mang directly glued it on, lying on his shoulder, and asked: "Why are you back at this time?"

At this time, shouldn't he handle things in the company?

Faced with Qing Mang's incomprehensible amorous feelings, Lu Yanmu could only pretend that he didn't know anything, "Come back and get something."

Generally speaking, it must be a particularly important thing for a man to get a man back home from work halfway through.

Qing Mang glanced at his somewhat gloomy face, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and instantly understood.

He pressed half of his body on his body and asked with a sideways face: "Um...Is there something particularly important in this family that needs you to come back specially?"

Lu Yanmu gave Qingmang a cold look, but did not speak.

Qing Mang wrapped his hands around Lu Yanmu's neck, shook his neck like a baby, and said, "Is it right?"

Lu Yanmu was originally lying halfway on the sofa, but because she was acting like a baby, she was taken away from the sofa.

After a while, he said faintly: "Yeah."

"Then this very important thing is because of me?" Qing Mang asked with a bit of delicacy, holding his arms around his neck.

Lu Yanmu was so helpless that he was entangled by the green light. He pressed his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Yeah."

What is seen through is not said to be broken, but Qingmang has to say it every time, Tsundere doesn't want face.

Qingmang saw through Qingmang's helplessness, and smiled at the corners of his lips, with a hint of success.

Well, she admitted that she deliberately wanted Lu Yanmu to admit it.

This arrogant man would never take the initiative to say that it was because of her that he came home.

Then just act like a baby and make him compromise.

"Ah, you didn't say that you are coming back, I haven't let them cook yet, are you hungry now?" Qing Mang suddenly thought, it was almost twelve o'clock, as if he hadn't cooked yet.

"Well, it's okay." Lu Yanmu just responded indifferently, without much emotion.

Qing Mang glanced at him, very helpless, and wanted Lu Yanmu to take the initiative to say that he was hungry, as if it didn't exist.

"What do you want to eat? I let them do it." Qing Mang was gentle and considerate at this time.

Lu Yanmu hugged her waist and asked her to sit on her lap. He leaned back and lay on the sofa, "Well, whatever you want."

Qing Mang glanced at him, as if he was a little tired between his eyebrows, stretched out his little hand and rubbed his temples.

"If you are tired, do you want to change clothes, go to sleep for a while, I will call you later." Qingmang softly voiced, wanting to help him relax.

She hasn't gone to work yet, but every time she sees him so tired, she feels distressed.

As much as a person's ability is, he can bear it.

Although Lu Yanmu is extremely capable, as long as he is a human, he will be tired and will be exhausted from work.

She has to do a good job of being a good helper and she can't hold him back.

"No, just let me hold you for a while." Lu Yanmu just replied indifferently, a little tired in his words.

Seeing that he closed his eyes, Qing Mang didn't want to harass him anymore, but quietly rubbed his temples, trying to relieve him.

The man in her family is so tired, it hurts so much.

If I can help, I want to help him share the burden.

She didn't want to just be a woman behind her, but she wanted to be able to fight side by side with him.