You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Before Qingmang would stay with him because of his coercion, she wanted to leave his side every day and go to Zhao Xiyuan, how could she care about him, even if he was sick, the first thing she thought of was not to care about his condition, But thinking about how to escape from his surveillance.

Now she would actually take the initiative to care about whether he had a rest or not. This kind of change made him a little unexpected.

Regardless of whether she was covering up something for a certain purpose, at this time, he really couldn't help but want to sink.

She lowered her head and kissed the cherry lips, first it was a light peck, then it turned into a slightly punishing kiss, and finally she said slowly and firmly in her ear, Qingmang, you better not let me know! Then he put his head on her lap, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

This time, it was Qingmang who looked confused, touched her lips, slightly tingling, and then looked at Lu Yanmu on her leg, she was a little caught off guard by this change.

What kind of situation is this, she is clearly angry, how did she become punished in the end.

Moreover, Lu Yanmu had certain requirements for the sleeping environment, otherwise he would not be able to fall asleep, and from his childhood, even those close to him would be on guard.

In the past, when he was in front of her, he would never just lean on her to sleep. What's going on today, just sleep on her lap.

Staring at that handsome face, she could only sigh, Lu Yanmu's mind was too deep, she really couldn't guess.

Qingmang sighed in his heart, looking at the scenery along the way outside, it seemed to be a little different.

Maybe it's because of him, maybe it's because everything is going according to his own expectations.

Everything that has been missed in the past life must be taken back one by one in this life.

After arriving at Suyuan, Lu Yanmu was sound asleep. Qingmang looked at his face fascinated. In her previous life, she didn't like this face, never thought it was good-looking, and even disgusted, but now it looks good no matter how you look at it.

He couldn't help but reached out and stroked his face, and said softly, Lu Yanmu, here we are.

Lu Yanmu, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a cold light in his eyes. After seeing that it was Gu Qingmang, he became a little softer.

He sat up, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, opened his eyes again, and the bottom of his eyes was clear.

Yeah. Lu Yanmu replied, he naturally took the schoolbag from her hand and got out of the car.

Qingmang paused for a moment after half-opening the car door, staring blankly at his extremely smooth movement.

Walking inside with him, Qingmang looked at him in a suit and leather shoes, just like a wealthy and noble son, noble and aloof, alienated to the point of inhumanity, but he held a pink schoolbag in his hand.

Well, this man seems to get better and better as he looks, and the more he looks, the more he likes it. He stepped forward quickly and took his arm with an almost invisible intimacy.

The moment she put her arms around, Lu Yanmu's expression froze for a moment, and then returned to normal. Because of the girl's infection, there was a rare trace of softness on the face that had been indifferent and alienated for many years.

Song Yuan, who followed behind them, was also unbelievable from the beginning to now, and now he was not surprised, and honestly sent the documents that Lu Yanmu brought back to the study.

He had an inexplicable feeling that Miss Gu's attitude towards the third master was somewhat unexpected, something he had never felt before.