You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu took a deep look at Qingmang, his eyes so deep that she couldn't understand.

What's wrong? Qingmang pulled Lu Yanmu's sleeve, feeling a little unsure.

Lu Yanmu calmed down for a while, then hugged Qing Mang's waist and walked outside, saying calmly: It's okay, I'm just worried that you're not feeling well.

It's okay. I'm in good health. I'm young and strong, so there's nothing wrong with me. Qingmang vowed.

She knows her body bones, and under normal circumstances, there is no problem.

Yes. Lu Yanmu responded lightly, took her through the VIP channel and got directly into the car.

When going back, Qingmang was almost clinging to Lu Yanmu's body, holding his big palm with her small hand, looking like a happy little woman.

Have you missed me? Qingmang raised his head with a smile in his eyes.

Lu Yanmu lowered his eyes at her and said calmly: Well, I miss you.

Qingmang: ...

Why does this sentence sound so casual to her?

Really? Qingmang narrowed his eyes, revealing a bit of danger.

Lu Yanmu suddenly laughed out loud when he saw the dangerous meaning revealed by the girl, Huh? What do you want to say?

Looking at you like this, you don't look like you miss me at all. Qing Mang was a little dissatisfied.

Seeing Qing Mang's skeptical attitude, Lu Yanmu grabbed the back of her head with his big palm and kissed her.

After the kiss, he pressed Qingmang on her body again, letting her clearly feel the changes somewhere.

Are you satisfied with this performance? Lu Yanmu's voice added a touch of sofa sexiness.

Qing Mang felt the change, and his face turned a little red.

Well...very satisfied... Qingmang's cheeks were slightly red, but when he spoke, he didn't look shy.

Your husband has changed because of you, and you are proud of him. There is no need to be shy.

Hmm...what should I do? I found that since she followed Lu Yanmu, she has become more and more dirty...

Will she often think about jumping on Lu Yanmu in the future?

After all, now, she was already thinking about how to pounce on Lu Yanmu.

But in the car, she didn't want to mess around. She didn't want to have a car shock.

He twisted his body and tried to get off Lu Yanmu's lap, but was restrained by Lu Yanmu, unable to move.

Don't move, huh? Lu Yanmu's voice was somewhat restrained.

Although it was only a little over a week, I still miss the taste of green mango.

Qing Mang felt the change more and more, so she sat on his lap obediently, not daring to move at all.

But the feeling of being pressed is really not comfortable.

Wuwuwu... If you make yourself angry, you have to suffer it no matter what.

In order to relieve his concentration, Qingmang looked out the car window and found that it did not seem to be the way back to Suyuan.

Where are we going? Qing Mang asked without knowing why.

Go to the hospital. Lu Yanmu said concisely.

Why are you going to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell? When he heard about the hospital, Qing Mang subconsciously thought that Lu Yanmu was feeling unwell.

No. Lu Yanmu held Qingmang's little hand and looked at her seriously, Qingmang, Mr. Ye is sick, will you go?

When Ye Jian was mentioned, Qingmang's originally joyful heart suddenly sank.

Father is sick? Is it serious?

When she was outside, she seemed to have completely forgotten about this matter, but once she came back here, she would always have to face it.

Qingmang's voice trembled as he answered, What's wrong with him?