You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Under Qing Mang's orderly command, the people in the kitchen did not cause any trouble to Qing Mang. With their help, they prepared all the meals in advance and were ready to start.

Standing in front of the dining table, Qing Mang looked at the food that was about to be filled with satisfaction on his face.

He took off his apron and said to the servant next to him: "You can almost serve the soup, I'll ask Sanye to come down and have a meal."

The servant responded, and Qing Mang went upstairs with joy.

Before going to the study, he raised his hand to smell the oily smoke on his clothes, turned around and went to the bedroom, but first go back and change clothes. Lu Yanmu may not like the oily smoke of this body.

She still remembered that Lu Yanmu's nose was really sensitive, and he seemed to be unacceptable to some smells, otherwise he would always sneeze, and he was also a cleanliness person.

Although he is not allergic to the smell of oil smoke, just in case, he should change his clothes before going to look for him.

After Huanxi changed his clothes, when passing by the dressing table, he scanned the perfume on the dressing table, swept his fingers around it, and finally stopped on the lady's perfume of the same perfume as Lu Yanmu.

Regardless of whether it was in the previous life or this life, all her belongings were basically taken care of by Lu Yanmu himself. Even some of the clothes and perfumes were the same style as him. In the previous life, she didn't like these at all and had never used them.

In this life, she will echo him everywhere.

As soon as Qing Mang opened the bedroom door, he found Lu Yanmu standing outside the door, raising one hand in a gesture of knocking on the door. After seeing her coming out, he withdrew his hand, looked at her for a circle, and then gently withdrew.

"Huh? Why are you here?" Qing Mang was a little surprised when he saw him outside the door.

Shouldn't he be in the study?

"Yeah. I heard from the servant that it's time to eat. I didn't see you downstairs, so I came and told you to go down together." Lu Yanmu turned around first and walked up the stairs.

When Qing Mang closed the door and raised his heel, he took his arm by the way, "Did you see the food I'm cooking?"

"Yeah." Lu Yanmu caught the trace and glanced at the small hand that was on his arm, his face suddenly sank, he stopped, and said coldly, "What's the matter with the hand?"

Qingmang was taken aback by the sudden anger, followed his line of sight, and finally landed on a red mark on the back of his hand.

Oops, why forgot about it.

"It's okay, I just got it accidentally. It's all right in one click." Qing Mang quickly let go of his hand and covered it with his other hand.

Why did she forget that Lu Yanmu could not see the red mark on her hand? According to Lu Yanmu's personality, he must be nagged.

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and held her hand in front of him for a closer look, and asked with a calm face, "Is it splashed by oil?"

Qing Mang was a little guilty and turned away, trying to withdraw from his hand, but his strength was too strong, and his voice was weak and weak: "It's not..."

Some anger and distress appeared on Lu Yanmu's face. He took her hand all the way downstairs, pressed her on the sofa, and said solemnly to the servant next to him: "Bring the medicine box here."

The servant was frightened by his inexplicable black face, and hurried to get the medicine box.

Qing Mang sat on the sofa and raised his eyes to meet his gaze. Seeing that his face was darker than ink, he gently pulled him with a small hand, "Lu Yanmu, this little injury is really okay. You don't need to be so inspiring."

This injury is nothing to her. The things she experienced in her previous life, even if her bones were broken, could not say a word, let alone being splashed with oil.