You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang curled his lips, thinking like this, it seemed that he had never concealed anything from her, basically he knew what he shouldn't know, he had already told her.

Sometimes even some of the company's confidential documents are not guarded against her. Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is really no other secret at all.

In fact, if she had ulterior motives, Lu Yanmu would have been scammed by her for several times.

Sometimes I really don't know whether to say that he trusts her unconditionally, or that he believes in himself. Nothing will exceed his own judgment.

"Then I will believe you for the time being. If you let me know that you did something shameful while you were out, I will definitely..." Qing Mang squinted her eyes, and she didn't say anything afterwards. I believe that with Lu Yanmu's ingenuity, she must be able to guess what she wants to express.

Lu Yanmu looked at her and nodded, very educated, "Yes, I know."

Qing Mang looked at him seriously for a long time before letting him go.

When Qingmang let go of him, Lu Yanmu let out a sigh of relief, his face paler.

Qing Mang moved to the side and shouted aggrievedly: "Can I eat? I'm going to starve to death."

Looking down at the position of the chest, it should be, there is no blood oozing...

The calories consumed by climbing the mountain in the morning are a bit large, and she is in urgent need of replenishing energy.

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang, without saying anything, silently reached out and put a bowl of soup for her in front of him, "drink the soup first" and then serve her rice.

Qing Mang Meimei took a sip of the soup and found it delicious. Looking at the beautiful man sitting next to him, he felt extremely happy, beautiful and delicious. Well, it was the pinnacle of life.

After drinking the soup happily, the green mang nestled on the sofa, not wanting to move.

After slowing down, the sequelae of climbing the mountain seemed to come out.

The taste of soreness is so refreshing.

Lu Yanmu originally wanted to walk upstairs. When passing by the sofa, he suddenly felt like thinking of something. He stopped to look at Qingmang and asked casually, "I heard that you also fell?"

"Huh?" Qing Mang was knocking on his legs, hearing Lu Yanmu's words, raised his head and shook his head, "It's okay, it just fell on the ground accidentally, nothing happened."

How could there be such a gold medal, and he fell on the ground and got hurt.

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, "Have the doctor checked it?"

Qing Mang paused for a while, and was sure to speak: "Well, after seeing it, the doctor said it was okay, and there were no bruises at all. Don't worry, I have thick skin."

Lu Yanmu watched. She folded her original steps, and sat on the sofa, pulling her sleeves open, and looking left and right.

Qing Mang: "..."

Can you say that Lu Yanmu is too nervous?

She really has nothing to do, let alone scratches, there are no traces of knocks.

After Lu Yanmu finished checking one side, his frowning brows relaxed.

"Go down and don't climb the mountain, lest you can get anything." Although Lu Yanmu was relieved, he thought that if Qingmang fell like this, he couldn't accept it even after thinking about it.

If something happens, who can bear the consequences?

Qing Mang smiled and pulled his hand, "Look, I'm fine, don't worry, I'm fine."

This man really treated her as a porcelain doll.