You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang was sitting at the dining table with a bowl in his hand. When he saw Lu Yanmu gradually disappearing into the doorway, he suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, stood up and rushed outside.

Lu Yanmu only heard the sound of dong dong dong, a very urgent sound, and turned around slightly, just as he turned around, the person in his arms threw himself in his arms.

Lu Yanmu was bumped by Qingmang, took a step back, hugged her and stood firm, and asked, What's wrong?

Qingmang's little wrist was around his waist and abdomen, his face was buried in his chest, and he shook his head: Well... no, I just want to hug you.

She just wanted to hug Lu Yanmu, and when she thought that he would not see him for a few hours, she had already started to miss him.

Lu Yanmu laughed a little dumbly, with a smile on his face, he reached out his hand and touched Qingmang's little head quite dotingly.

I'll be back soon, eh? Lu Yanmu rubbed Qingmang's little head and replied in a soft voice.

Well, I know. Qingmang rubbed his face on his clothes, sniffed the smell on his body deeply, and knew that he was surrounded by his smell.

It seems that as long as he tastes a little more, he can have more of him.

Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang who was holding on to him and dispelled his usual coldness. With a slight smile on his face, he whispered softly, Qingmang.

Well...I know. Qingmang replied reluctantly, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at him with pink lips.

If you want to kiss, you have to hug or hold it high. Qingmang's eyes glowed with light, and the expression on his face was very charming.

Before Lu Yanmu could answer, he suddenly heard a soft laugh beside him. He glanced sideways at Song Yuan who was standing beside him. Seeing that he was trying his best to hold back his smile, he pouted and said with some dissatisfaction, Song Yuan, what are you laughing at? ?

She just wanted to cheat, she just wanted to hold Lu Yanmu and not let go, what's the matter, is it shameful?

Song Yuan, who was named, instantly felt a strong sense of oppression from someone, and his heart was suddenly cowardly. He regained all his expressions, and regained his seriousness.

Before getting married, he has already felt the potential of the third master to spoil his wife and madness. He can guarantee that as long as he makes a wrong word and makes Miss Qingmang unhappy, it is very likely that he will be assigned to the frontier and never come back.

For the sake of life, stay away from the wife-loving madman and Miss Qingmang who likes to act like a spoiled child.

Qingmang glanced at Song Yuan lightly, I heard it just now, do you mean that my ears are not smart? After saying this, Qingmang turned to look at Lu Yanmu, very serious Lu Yanmu , Song Yuan made fun of me, I'm not happy anymore.

Song Yuan felt like he was about to cry when he heard this. He couldn't say it casually. He could already feel the infiltrating gaze from the third master.

At this point, run away.

That... I'll check if there is any problem with the car first. Song Yuan threw a word in a panic, then hurriedly slipped into the car and closed the door.

Seeing Song Yuan like this, Qingmang raised his eyebrows slightly, heh, sample, let's see how she treats him.

Lu Yanmu reached out and pinched Qingmang's face, Are you happy?

Having known Qingmang for so long, how could he not know what Qingmang was thinking?

Qingmang, who was torn apart, stuck out his tongue and made a face at him, smiling very playfully.