You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang and Lu Yanmu walked into the house and felt a little flustered when they saw the old man who was sitting on the chair of the master, especially the experience of dealing with the old man in the previous life was really not good, when I saw him , a little trembling from the inside out.

Old Man Lu was sitting in the center seat, but his white hair was still in good spirits. His body was a little hunched because of his age, but he had no sense of old age, and there was a chilling air between his brows that had been lingered on the battlefield for a long time. When looking at Qingmang, his eyes were sharp with an inexplicable look.

When Qingmang received the old man's eyes, there was a trace of panic in her heart, she was afraid of the old man, just as she was afraid of Lu Yanmu at the beginning. It's just that she can't show it, she barely calms down, and pretends that she can't see it at all.

Who is the old man, you can see it right at a glance, and his thoughts are so deep that you can't understand it at all. If Qingmang is now trying to make the image of a simple little white rabbit, he can't show the reaction of knowing that the old man sees her.

With a smile on Qingmang's face, he faced the old man and smiled sweetly. Seeing her like this, the old man looked away immediately.

Lu Yanmu watched this back and forth in his eyes, grabbed her small hand, walked to the old man, and said coldly, I'm back.

The old man snorted and didn't react much to him.

Qingmang blinked helplessly, okay, Lu Yanmu is just a person who is purely for hatred.

Qingmang said sweetly: Hello, Grandpa, I'm Qingmang, Qingmei's Qing, and Mango's Mango.

The old man moved his gaze to her side, and responded somewhat indifferently: Yeah.

Qingmang didn't care much, she still had a smile on her face, but she had a faint feeling that if she continued to laugh like this, her face would be stiff today.

Yan Qiu, who had been standing next to the old man, nodded slightly to them, and first looked at Qingmang and said lightly: Miss Gu

Although Qingmang didn't like Yan Qiu in his heart, he looked like he wanted to do something, so he nodded and greeted, Miss Yan.

Yan Qiu turned to look at Lu Yanmu and asked, Ah Mu. There was a bit of tenderness in his words.

Lu Yanmu didn't react much, he hummed softly, and then waved Song Yuan to hand over the things he brought in to Uncle Liu.

After Song Yuan finished putting things away, he stood beside him, inexplicably felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Lu Yanmu has always had a cold temper, so naturally he wouldn't take it to heart, he pulled Qingmang and sat down without speaking.

The old man paused on the crutches and scolded, Who asked you to sit?

Hearing this loud voice, Qingmang almost stood up in fright under the conditioned reflex, but fortunately, Lu Yanmu was pulling his hand, so he calmed down.

Taking a peek at Lu Yanmu, seeing his normal expression, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh.

Lu Yanmu glanced at the angry old man, and said coldly, Everyone brought it back to you, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

The old man raised his beard and glared at Lu Yanmu, hating that iron was not steel, Look at you, how did I teach you such a character? When I come back, I'm just trying to get mad at me!

Although his personality was a little indifferent when he was a child, why is he more indifferent as he gets older, even his relatives are so indifferent.

Oh? So I'll go back first, so as not to stand in front of you and make you angry. Lu Yanmu pulled Qingmang to his feet and said with a cold voice.