You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang took a beautiful bath in the bedroom, but had trouble choosing clothes.

To be honest, after two lives, she didn't know what Lu Yanmu liked to wear, which was embarrassing.

Lu Yanmu knew her like the back of the hand, but she had never seriously understood Lu Yanmu. This relationship has had some deformities from the very beginning.

Standing in front of the wardrobe, holding his chin, he circled his fingers around the wardrobe, and it seemed that he didn't have any clothes he wanted to wear.

These clothes are the most popular clothes of the season. Every time the season changes, Lu Yanmu will ask people to change her wardrobe with the latest clothes. There are all kinds of clothes. They are all here, but they are not worn much. , so much money wasted in vain.

When Qingmang entered the study, Lu Yanmu was standing by the window on the phone.

When I heard the sound behind me, I looked back. When I saw Qingmang, there was a flash of surprise in the bottom of my eyes. When I spoke, I was a little unsteady, and then I looked back and continued to talk with my back to her.

Qingmang caught the approval in his eyes, and his mood was instantly soaring. Sure enough, men like to be pure, and then jumped and sat on the sofa, listening to him quietly.

Lu Yanmu's voice was deep and mellow, like aged wine, the more it tasted, the more flavorful it was, just like him.

When we first met, he was extremely indifferent, like an iceberg, and he would freeze to death when approached, but after getting along, he found that he was gentle and could melt the entire iceberg.

Qingmang was sitting on the sofa holding his chin, the sunlight outside was faintly shining on him, and the white shirt made him even more out of the ordinary.

When Lu Yanmu answered the phone, he turned around and saw Gu Qingmang holding his head, looking at him with affectionate eyes.

After a little panic, he said coldly, Is something wrong?

Qingmang first shook his head, then nodded again, in a lazy voice, That's it. When are you going back to the company?

Lu Yanmu walked to the swivel chair and sat down, opened the document on the table, I won't go to the company in the afternoon.

Qingmang propped up half of his body at once, a little puzzled, Why don't you go? Isn't the company very busy?

It's just one afternoon, the company won't go bankrupt. Lu Yanmu flipped a page with his slender fingers and responded quite casually.

Qingmang lowered his head, and this tone was indeed what Lu Yanmu said.

I want to go to school in the afternoon and ask Song Yuan to take me back? Qingmang carefully looked at his expression and spoke carefully.

You don't have to go to school, I'll ask a tutor for you. Lu Yanmu said directly without raising his eyelids.

Qingmang was a little stunned when she heard it, wouldn't she really want to hide her, she still wanted to go back to school.

Well...but I want to go back to school. Learning at home is different from school. Qingmang didn't give up.

What's the difference?

...

Qingmang suddenly felt that talking to him was a particularly troublesome thing. What's the difference? Of course, it's very different. For someone like him who skipped grades since he was a child and finally completed all the courses at home, he naturally didn't understand the fun of being in school.

Qingmang glanced at him, rolled his eyes, held his chin, and pretended to speak deeply:

Do you know that you are the root of evil? After a slight pause, he continued to speak when he saw Lu Yanmu raise his head.

Looking at your face, I can't concentrate on my studies, and then I will fail in the exam. If I don't pass the exam, I won't be able to go to university, and I will be very unhappy.