You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

For such a long-lived thing, they said that the three views have been refreshed.

In the future, the male employees of the group don't have to worry about how to fall forward and threw themselves into the president's arms; the female employees don't have to dress up every day or look like hibiscus, thinking about how to climb onto the president's bed.

However, the beautiful woman next to the president seemed a little shy. She lowered her head the whole time and couldn't see her clearly.

But the woman who can appear beside the president must look the best.

At the moment when she got out of the elevator, Qingmang felt that everyone's eyes were projected on her. There was exploration, consideration, jealousy, envy... There were all kinds of things, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

He turned his head down slightly, and covered a part of his face with his hair, not fully revealing it.

She'd better keep it mysterious, it was exposed too early, but it wasn't so much... scare.

Where Lu Yanmu walked, all the staff who passed by or stood lowered their heads and silently shouted: President.

That posture has the taste of the emperor on a tour. As for Qingmang's positioning for himself, that is the favorite concubine next to the emperor who brings disaster to the country and the people, um, but she doesn't seem to have reached the level of bewitching the country and the city.

Lu Yanmu had a cold face the whole time, turning a blind eye to their reactions.

When they got to the door, Song Yuan had already stood by and waited, and opened the car door after seeing them come out.

When Lu Yanmu came over, Song Yuan clearly felt a cold air on his body. He glanced at Gu Qingmang who was following him, a little confused.

Is Miss Gu making the president angry?

After feeling Song Yuan's inquiring eyes, Qingmang looked up to meet him and nodded slightly, indicating that it was exactly what he thought.

Song Yuan didn't dare to speak all of a sudden. When the two armies fought, it was easy to accidentally hurt innocent people.

Qingmang glanced at Song Yuan, understood his expression, and sighed helplessly, she didn't want to do anything.

Song Yuan sat in the front, and often asked, Third Master, where are you going?

Return to Suyuan Garden. Lu Yanmu said coldly, his words seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, which made people shudder.

Song Yuan was taken aback by these chilling words, and quickly agreed, then concentrated on driving and stopped talking.

Qingmang glanced at Song Yuan through the rear-view mirror. This guy knew that Mingzhe would protect himself, so why didn't he put the baffle down, so that he could stay out of trouble.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuan, as if he understood what she was thinking, reached out and pressed the shutter, completely isolating the cold air behind him.

Qingmang stared blankly at the baffle that cut off the space between the front and rear seats, and secretly greeted Song Yuan a hundred times in his heart.

He secretly glanced at the man beside him who was constantly exuding cold air, and pursed his lips slightly, is Lu Yanmu angry? Or just don't want to talk to her?

When Qingmang was turning the corner, he quietly moved his seat to the side until half of his body was on top of him, and then he stopped moving forward. Although they were very close to each other, they didn't speak, and it seemed like they pretended not to know anything.

When she moved over, Lu Yanmu stared at her lightly, looking at her small movements with a cold face, but he didn't reveal it, just wanted to see what kind of thought she was trying to play.

You can feel each other's body temperature through the clothes, and it is transmitted through the clothes a little bit, just like the minds of two people, as always.