You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Who said that? Didn't I praise everyone? I have a very high standard. Qingmang raised his head from his shoulder, looked at Lu Yanmu seriously, and defended himself.

Just kidding, besides Lu Yanmu, who else has she praised, at most, when she occasionally rises up, she will tease other people, it's just for teasing, not sincere words.

Only Lu Yanmu could make her praise her like this, firstly because of love, and secondly because Lu Yanmu was the best man she had ever met.

Lu Yanmu was skeptical of her words, he had just praised Song Yuan, raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, Oh, right?

Seeing his appearance, Qingmang knew that he didn't believe what he said, probably because he just praised Song Yuan.

Well, well, this also reflects the fact that Lu Yanmu is jealous.

He would actually be jealous for complimenting someone else's words, um... It seems a little cute.

Qingmang glanced at his expression at this time, it was as indifferent as always, even a little hidden anger, and thinking about his current behavior, there is an inexplicable contrast.

Qingmang reached out and touched the tip of his nose lightly, leaned forward a little, and pressed the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, Lu Yanmu, are you jealous?

Thinking of this, she felt a little happy.

After all, it was unbelievable that such a arrogant man could be jealous for her.

When Qingmang finished saying these words, Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, and a trace of stunnedness flashed under his deep eyes. Is this jealous?

He felt a little unbelievable about this.

No. Lu Yanmu definitely denied Qingmang's words.

Even if he was really jealous, he wouldn't admit it, such a childish thing.

Alright alright, our President Lu also wants to save face.

Although he denied it, in Qingmang's eyes, Lu Yanmu refused to admit this kind of thing because of his face.

Well, she understands that men want to save some face in front of women.

Okay, there's nothing if you don't have it. Qingmang saved enough face for Lu Yanmu and did not continue to entangle with this matter.

But looking at Lu Yanmu's eyes, I understand a little bit more and don't need to explain.

Such eyes landed on Lu Yanmu's eyes, as if he was teasing him a little. He kept a distance from Qingmang, and said with a stern face, I'm not jealous.

Okay, I know. Qingmang leaned forward again, almost pulling his entire body on top of him, leaning his face on his chest, and lightly tapped his fingers on it, I'm not jealous, just Somewhat upset, I know.

Such an arrogant and arrogant person is just like a child when he gets jealous.

Lu Yanmu was very helpless to Qingmang's act of walking forward at every turn, trying to pull on him.

If nothing else, do you really think he's as abstinent as he looks?

Smelling the unique fragrance of a girl, and feeling the warmth in her arms, with nephrite in her arms, it is difficult for a serious man to keep his arms in his arms, especially the person he likes.

Lu Yanmu patted Qingmang's back lightly with his big palm, and said in a calm voice, Qingmang, go down and sit down by yourself.

Qingmang naturally didn't know his state of mind, thought he was still angry, how could it be so easy to let go, put a small hand around his neck, and replied stubbornly, No way.