You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang's waist was injured. Although it was not a major impact, Lu Yanmu refused to let her go to school, and let her stay at home.

Seeing that Lu Yanmu was very persistent, Qing Mang was very obedient and didn't mean to go back to school.

Anyway, whether or not to go to school now makes no sense to her.

Now she is very confident and can prepare for the exam perfectly.

After dinner in the evening, Qingmangla Lulu Yanmu wandered around the Suyuan Garden, beautifully named: a walk after dinner.

Lu Yanmu has always been responsive to Qingmang's requirements, even though there is a lot of work accumulated today.

After spinning for almost half an hour, Qing Mang yelled that he was a little tired, and directly sat on the wicker chair next to the small garden, and pulled Lu Yanmu up.

"Check the body, what time did Xu Mo arrange?" Qing Mang asked while swaying in the wicker chair.

"Morning." Lu Yanmu said concisely.

"Did you say what items to check?" Qing Mang asked.

Lu Yanmu glanced at her lightly, and then slowly said: "This matter was arranged by Xu Mo, I don't know."

After he let Xu Mo collude to confess that night, he never asked about this matter again, and he didn't know if he had any arrangements.

For him, after talking to Xu Mo, his task has been completed.

Qing Mang: "......!!!"

Only he didn't care about his body so much, he had to wait until something went wrong before he knew how to remedy it.

A man who is usually so savvy, always wants to control her man, why he doesn't care so much in terms of his physical health, he really doesn't know what his head is.

"Lu Yanmu, what's in your head, can you have other things besides work?" Qing Mang said with some dissatisfaction.

I really want to **** her off.

Lu Yanmu looked at the girl who was about to explode her hair, and a smile was drawn to the corners of his lips. He stepped forward and pulled her up with one hand. He sat on a wicker chair, and then hugged her and sat on his lap.

"Isn't there you still?" Lu Yanmu said coldly, saying it as it should be, and he didn't mean to twitch it.

Sitting on his lap, Qing Mang was a little surprised at his smooth words of love.

This man, when he talks about love now, is it so natural?

The high-cold ascetic person who said he had no idea where he left it.

The starry eyes flowed, turned around a little, and pinched his face, "Well, this cheek seems to be quite thick."

Lu Yanmu: "..."

At first I thought she was going to do it, but I didn't expect to pinch his face and tell him that he has a thick skin?

He said with a calm voice: "Don't you like this?"

The deep and **** voice, mixed with a touch of magnetism, sounds extremely sexy.

"Yeah, I like it, I like it very much." Qing Mang's head was like garlic, expressing his agreement with what he said.

Lu Yanmu like this is actually really **** and sultry.

Lu Yanmu laughed at her all his life, wrapped one arm around her waist, and lightly pinched the tip of her nose with the other, "It's just your skin." The words were incredibly petting.

"Then who made you like me? If you don't like me, there will be no such thing. Anyway, I am entangled with you now, don't want to run." When Qing Mang said, he looked like a rascal.

Anyway, don't play for nothing, don't play for nothing.