You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

I seem to be really tired these days. No, I still have to sleep well.

It was a rare trip for Calm. She needed to take a good rest before she could fly like waves.

So for now, it’s better to take a good rest.

She could only blame Lu Yanmu for being so fierce that she couldn't bear it.

Maybe it was because Lu Yanmu was with him, or maybe it was because the plane was flying so smoothly, Qingmang didn't feel any discomfort, but slept extremely comfortably.

Lu Yanmu sat nearby and looked at Qingmang's peaceful sleeping face, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Third Master. Song Yuan came in and called Lu Yanmu.

Lu Yanmu raised his head and nodded to him, telling him not to speak. Song Yuan understood, and then silently stepped back.

Lu Yanmu gently tucked Qingmang's blanket into his hands and then walked out slowly.

What's the matter? Lu Yanmu returned to his usual appearance.

Third Master, I just received news that the old man has also invited Mr. Ye to join him. When Song Yuan spoke, his expression was slightly restrained, and there was a bit of nervousness in his words.

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, his eyebrows deepened a bit, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

After calming down for a while, he said calmly: Yes, I understand.

Song Yuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice: But do we need to change the arrangements?

He knew that Lu Yanmu's trip was for business. Ye Jian was originally not included in the invitation, but since it was the old man who invited him, he couldn't offend the old man's face.

Everything remains as usual. Arrange a room for Mr. Ye and treat him well. Lu Yanmu gave a simple order.

Song Yuan raised his head and glanced at Lu Yanmu's expression, and found that although he was frowning slightly, his expression was somewhat deep, but there was no hint of impatience or irritability, and he immediately understood what it meant.

I understand, Third Master. Song Yuan replied, his tense nerves somewhat relieved.

Lu Yanmu said no more. Song Yuan saw that he had no intention of going in immediately, so he left first.

Lu Yanmu reached out and pressed his eyebrows, his eyes became a little darker, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss and full of unfathomable depth.

After a long pause, he glanced in the direction of Qingmang and sighed softly.

Maybe the old man knew something after all, so he called him over.

No matter what the old man's intention was, it was correct in the end. If Qing Mang knew that Ye Jian was not called for such a big thing as marriage, he might feel a little uncomfortable.

Now that this has been done, some things should not have such results.

After Lu Yanmu thought it through, he didn't have much emotional ups and downs.

No matter what, Ye Jian is Qingmang's father, and it is as it should be.

Now that the decision has been made, some things must be faced.

When Lu Yanmu came back, Qingmang was still sleeping soundly, not affected at all, but his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was dreaming.

Lu Yanmu sat down next to her, stretched out his big palm to stroke her brow and pressed it gently, as if to comfort her.

Qing Mang probably felt something, and he gradually relaxed a little under his relief.

Lu Yanmu kept moving like this, looking at Qing Mang's face in trance, and in a daze, it seemed to be a little bit more like before.

No matter how it changes, Qingmang's appearance remains the same, and there has never been any change.