You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Song Yuan carried a lunch box into the office, and Ye Xiao looked at what he was holding, a little puzzled.

He opened his mouth and joked, "Where did you come from? It was not sent by Yan Zhi anyway."

He heard everything that was said outside just now.

Unexpectedly, San Ye would be so domineering, he couldn't directly say a word of others, and he dared not say anything, it was too domineering! ! !

Song Yuan gave Ye Xiao a glance, only really worried that he would kill himself one day.

Put it at Lu Yanmu's table and whispered: "San Ye, this is a lunch box from Suyuan."

When speaking of Suyuan, he deliberately increased his tone.

When Ye Xiao standing behind heard Song Yuan's words, he couldn't wait to bite his tongue!

Let yourself be cheap and talk a lot.

Lu Yanmu glanced at Ye Xiao coldly, with a chill in his eyes, which made him lower his head silently, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

Well, he must not be so showy in the future.

Lu Yanmu's eyes fell from Ye Xiao's body on the insulated lunch box, and he responded coldly, "Yeah."

"San Ye, if it's okay, we'll go out first." Song Yuan at this time had a lot of foresight.

He can guarantee that Sanye will call Miss Qingmang.

It's better to be more interesting, go out first, and be a qualified single dog.

After Song Yuan and Ye Xiao went down, Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and opened the lunch box. After seeing the vegetable rice inside, his expression suddenly became a little hard to say.

After thinking about it, he closed it again, took out the phone, and made a call.

When the phone rang, Qingmang was looking for ways to nourish his stomach on the Internet.

After watching it for nearly half an hour, I was dazzled, and I heard the phone vibrate, but I just picked it up without seeing it.

"Hello?" There was a bit of sleepiness in the words, this kind of thing is really troublesome.

Lu Yanmu heard that she was very tired, and he couldn't help frowning, "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Qing Mang heard Lu Yanmu's voice and then reacted.

"No, just looking for something on the Internet, the eyes hurt, the neck hurts, the hands hurt..." Qing Mang replied lightly.

Stopped the movement of his hands, took advantage of the gap in speech, left in front of the computer, walked to the balcony to loosen his neck and wrist.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Yanmu asked with a low voice, tapping his index finger on the desktop.

"Um... just looking for some ways to nourish the stomach, some methods and ingredients to regulate the stomach." Qingmang didn't intend to hide it either.

Lu Yanmu knocked on the tabletop, paused for a moment, and then faintly said: "Don't be too tired. I feel distressed."

Qingmang's original soreness instantly disappeared due to Lu Yanmu's last three words.

Well, it is so coaxing, it seems that the skill is gradually increasing recently.

"Well, hearing your words, all the soreness just now is gone." Qing Mang leaned on the railing with a happy smile on his face.

"The love lunch I sent someone over, have you eaten it? How is it, is the taste okay?" Qing Mang asked.

According to the time, it should be in his hands, but I don't know if he has eaten it.

Lu Yanmu glanced down at the lunch box and said lightly: "Well, it tastes not bad."

A smile on Qing Mang's face, "I specially asked the kitchen to make it, remember to finish it, it's good for your stomach. Be sure to finish it, remember that I will check it out."