You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

When Qing Mang turned and entered the bathroom, Lu Yanmu's strong face turned paler in an instant, his body swayed, and he stretched out his hand to support the wall, panting slightly.

Song Yuan, who had been hiding behind and not speaking, immediately supported Lu Yanmu, with a worried expression on his face.

"San Ye, why didn't you hide when Miss Qing Mang rushed over?" Song Yuan looked distressed when he saw Lu Yanmu's performance.

After rushing up like this, the wound that healed a little bit must have opened again.

Lu Yanmu gasped slightly, his voice a little weak: "It's okay."

Song Yuan looked so distressed, San Ye always did this, always thinking about Miss Qingmang, why didn't he miss himself?

"San Ye, why don't you talk to Miss Qing Mang?" It's always like that, San Ye's injury must be forgotten.

If Mr. Lu knew that San Ye was injured, he would have to twist his head off and kick the ball.

More importantly, seeing San Ye like this makes me feel so distressed.

"Dare you!" Lu Yanmu glanced at Song Yuan coldly.

Song Yuan lowered his head in silence, well, he didn't dare.

He promised that if he had told Miss Qingmang, he wouldn't have to wait for Old Master Lu to come over, his head would have been screwed off by the third master to kick the ball.

"San Ye, let's take care of it. If the wound rips and bleeds, I don't need to say, Miss Qing Mang will know." Song Yuan suggested.

Lu Yanmu didn't refute this proposal, and he said yes, he agreed.

When he opened Lu Yanmu's shirt, the bandage on the wound really seeped blood.

Well, you don't need to look at it, you know that the wound must be open.

In this situation, Song Yuan didn't seem to be able to do anything other than shook his head to express distress.

Carefully re-medicated Lu Yanmu, then tied a bandage, and helped Lu Yanmu put on his shirt.

As he put on his clothes, Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, his face paler than before.

"San Ye, your face is a little too pale, Miss Qing Mang will definitely be suspicious." Song Yuan said his thoughts directly.

Just now when Gu Qingmang rushed to the bedroom directly from upstairs, she knew that she must be a little suspicious.

Although I don't know why Gu Qingmang was suddenly so smart, according to the current situation, it would be impossible to keep the third master from being injured for long.

Lu Yanmu calmed down his expression, and then he improved a bit, "If you can hide it for a while, it's a moment."

He also knew that the current Qingmang was not so foolish at all.

If it had been before, unless he appeared to be dying, Qing Mang would not have noticed that he was injured at all.

It is different now, as long as he behaves a little strangely, she will know, except for some problems.

She couldn't keep the matter from her for long at all. If she could keep it for three days, it would be the limit, not to mention that she was sleeping together now, and it was easier to be exposed.

"Is she not going to go to school anymore?" Lu Yanmu asked, as if thinking of something.

Song Yuan thought for a while, listening to the report from the school, it seemed that it was indeed the case.

In this way, if you face each other every day, it will be even more difficult to hide it. Unless San Ye goes to the company, but going to the company to handle official duties is not conducive to the recovery of the wound, and the number of people in the company is more likely to expose San Ye’s injury. .

In this way, it is indeed a tricky thing...