You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu was quite resigned to his fate and sighed: Who made Qingmang know that he was right from the beginning?

After Qing Mangba chirped him, he hung up the phone, washed up as quickly as possible, and then lay down on the bed to get ready for sleep.

If she had time, she would also like to have a video chat with Lu Yanmu.

But as soon as she saw Lu Yanmu's face, she knew that she would be unable to control herself and wanted to keep looking at him.

Lu Yanmu was like her poison. Once she got on it, it was like being addicted and she couldn't quit.

Qingmang was really tired today. After lying down, he fell asleep soon.

After Lu Yanmu hung up the phone, his expression softened a little.

After Song Yuan finished asking Ye Xiao, he probably knew something about the situation. Looking at Lu Yanmu's expression, he considered the report.

Third Master, Ye Xiao sent a few people over to investigate and found that the wife seemed to have been blocked when she went back tonight. Song Yuan was cautious when he said this.

He knew how important Miss Qingmang was to the third master, and he was afraid that his life would be in danger if he was not careful.

After listening to Song Yuan's words, Lu Yanmu's originally calm expression suddenly became filled with dark clouds again.

Who? Lu Yanmu's voice was cold.

Who dares to attack his people? Even if he is not in Huacheng, he can still make people live and die.

It seems that he is from the local area, and he is the same person as the one my wife taught me that night. Song Yuan quickly reported, There were no problems tonight, at least no action was taken, but it seemed to have been blocked for a while...

When Song Yuan spoke, he always paid attention to Lu Yanmu's face behind him.

Third Master should be angry.

But fortunately nothing happened. If anything had happened, their group would definitely be dead.

Lu Yanmu frowned, slightly displeased.

Tell Yexiao to keep an eye on Qingmang's safety. If anything goes wrong, don't come to see me. Lu Yanmu ordered coldly.

Song Yuan responded quickly and said nothing more.

Third Master's current mood is not that good.

I was in a good mood because I was going to see Miss Qingmang, but because of Miss Qingmang's incident, my mood suddenly turned bad.

It has to be said that Miss Qingmang is the third master’s nemesis.

I am happy because of Miss Qingmang, and I am unhappy because of Miss Qingmang. It seems that all the joys, anger, sorrows and joys revolve around Miss Qingmang.

Hey, thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel a little pitiful.

By the time Lu Yanmu arrived at Qingmang's hotel, it was almost one o'clock in the night.

After getting the room card from the front desk, I opened the door carefully.

I didn't turn on the light, and after seeing a small huddle on the bed, I relaxed a little after worrying for a long time.

What would he do with Qing Mang? Something would happen if he wasn't around.

Fortunately, nothing happened this time. If something happened, how would he punish himself?

After Lu Yanmu washed his hands in the next room, he went to bed quietly.

Qingmang, who was sleeping soundly, only felt that the bed next to her collapsed partially, and then a familiar smell enveloped her.

The next moment, she had fallen into a warm and familiar chest, squeaked, and got even closer.

With his little hands and feet on Lu Yanmu's body, he found a more comfortable place and slept well.