You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu glanced down at the time, and patted Qingmang's shoulder lightly, You go back to the bedroom first, and I'll go back after I've dealt with the work at hand.

Qingmang hugged his arm and glanced at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and she seemed to be a little late.

Looking up at the documents piled on the desktop, um, there seems to be a lot, and I have come to accompany her all night.

According to this, Lu Yanmu estimated that he would have to work overtime again.

Qingmang immediately moved aside from his lap, Hurry up, I'll sit here and wait for you.

Serious men are the most handsome. To be honest, she thinks Lu Yanmu, who is devoted to work, is more handsome than ever, and it can touch her heart very much.

Go back to sleep first, I don't have time. Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, urging Qingmang to go back to rest first.

Qingmang directly hugged the pillow and nestled it on the sofa, Hurry up, if you drag it any longer, I'll be talking about you.

Lu Yanmu knew Qingmang's temperament, and basically no one could convince her about what she wanted to do. Looking at the time, it was not too late, so she let her go.

Qingmang sat on the sofa with a pillow, quietly watching Lu Yanmu handling his work, inexplicably felt that no matter how he looked, he couldn't see enough.

Why can there be such a good person? It really drives women crazy and makes men feel inferior. Fortunately, this man belonged to her, and she felt like she had found a treasure when she thought about it.

Xu Shi Qingmang's eyes were too hot, Lu Yanmu looked at her from the document, and fell directly into Qingmang's star-like apricot eyes.

As the stars flowed, the rippling starlight in his eyes made him willing to sink.

Qingmang stared at him for a long time, inexplicably felt that his eyes were very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, and for a moment hit the dusty thoughts deep in his heart.

Lu Yanmu, have we met before? Before he could react, the words had already blurted out.

Immediately afterwards, a vague scene flashed in my mind. It was a little girl in a white dress with two long braids. She looked over and smiled.

Qingmang's head suddenly ached, his head seemed to be severely stimulated, he leaned over to cover his head, gasping for breath.

When Lu Yanmu saw Qingmang like this, a trace of panic flashed on his face, he quickly got up and walked to her side and hugged, What's wrong? When he spoke, his words were a little eager.

Qingmang leaned against his shoulder, took a deep breath, and eased, It's nothing, just a pain in the head just now.

This kind of pain is somewhat inexplicable. When she wanted to explore down, all the traces disappeared, it was just a flash in the pan and passed in a flash.

When she wanted to search seriously, even the picture that just flashed was blurred, and she only vaguely remembered the white skirt.

This feeling is indescribably uncomfortable.

Well, why does my head hurt? Lu Yanmu took her in his arms, and a trace of pity flashed under his deep eyes.

Qingmang breathed a sigh of relief and put his head on his shoulder, I don't know, but when you looked at me just now, you felt very familiar, as if you had seen me somewhere. Then a scene flashed, and I just remember that there are A little girl in a white dress and it hurts.

As soon as Qingmang's words came out, Lu Yanmu's expression that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years suddenly disintegrated, his face changed drastically, and a trace of surprise crossed his eyes.