You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Ye Jian knew that Lu Yanmu was not threatening, but was talking about something extremely ordinary, because he knew that Lu Yanmu could do such a thing.

The reason why I helped him like this today was purely out of love for Zhen Zhen. Otherwise, Lu Yanmu wouldn't care about his life or death.

Ye Jian did not answer, but he did not argue with Lu Yanmu again.

Arguing with Lu Yanmu at this time may not be a good thing.

Lu Yanmu didn't talk to Ye Jian anymore, opened the door and went out.

Let people watch carefully and don't cause problems. Lu Yanmu told Ye Xiao coldly.

It's Third Master. Ye Xiao nodded in agreement.

After Lu Yanmu finished speaking, he reached out and pressed his eyebrows.

Qing Mang's phone call just now may have guessed something.

When I returned to Qingmang's ward, I noticed something was wrong as soon as I stepped in the door.

This atmosphere is a bit depressing.

When she saw Lu Yanmu coming in, Gu Sui stood up first and winked at Lu Yanmu, indicating that Qingmang was extremely unhappy at this time.

Lu Yanmu nodded to show that he knew, and Gu Sui had the good sense to leave and close the door, leaving the space for them to deal with themselves.

After going out, Gu Sui took a deep breath. The air here was still good. The air pressure was not that low. The atmosphere just now was really scary to death.

Lu Yanmu walked over, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Qingmang, his expression a little unclear.

Seeing that Qingmang had no intention of speaking actively, Lu Yanmu asked calmly: Are you angry?

Qingmang raised his eyes and glared at him, saying nothing, but his expression was full of displeasure.

Lu Yanmu sighed helplessly and reached out to hold Qingmang in his arms. Qingmang wanted to struggle, but Lu Yanmu said quietly: Don't move, let me hold you for a while.

Qingmang initially didn't want to pay attention, but after hearing Lu Yanmu's tone, he suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

Okay, just let him hug you for a while, as a reward for his hard work for so long.

Lu Yanmu felt that just holding Qingmang wasn't enough, so he lifted Qingmang's chin and kissed her.

Qingmang didn't expect Lu Yanmu to make such a move, and was a little surprised.

This time the kiss was fierce and fierce, no longer as gentle as before, and the movements were so rough that they seemed to mess up all her thoughts, leaving Qingmang unable to resist.

When Qing Mang's body went limp, Lu Yanmu reluctantly ended the kiss.

Qing Mang lay in his arms and gasped, her cheeks turning red, You...what's wrong with you...

This kind of behavior was not like his previous behavior, it seemed to be a bit of punishment, but she couldn't figure out what she had done wrong.

Why would there be such a move.

Lu Yanmu panted lightly, hugged Qingmang tighter, and said in a low voice: I'm afraid of losing you.

I am really afraid of losing it, so I am so nervous. I wish I could put it in my pocket, or even carry it in my heart, so that I don't worry about losing it.

Qingmang didn't respond, What did you say?

What does it mean to be afraid of losing her?

Did Lu Yanmu really do something that she couldn't forgive?

But except for her father's affairs, no matter what Lu Yanmu did, she could forgive him.

Thinking of this, Qing Mang felt a little nervous and asked uncertainly: Did you really treat your father...

No! Lu Yanmu said without hesitation: No.

How could such a thing be done.