You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After arriving in the living room, Lu Yanmu put his schoolbag on the sofa and sat down. He raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Qingmang who was sitting next to him. The bottom of his deep eyes flashed a little.

Qingmang noticed the light in his eyes, and pretended not to know how to lower his head to smooth the folds on the school uniform. A pair of small hands on the blue-and-white school uniform became even more white.

Lu Yanmu followed her movements to look at her, those hands made him lose his mind for a moment. It was those hands that made him fascinated at first.

Inadvertently stretched out his hand to loosen the tie around his neck, eased his expression, and said coldly, Is there anything in school this week?

At first, Qingmang was trying to hide the folds, but as a result, he became addicted and had a lot of fun.

Hearing the questioner paused, Lu Yanmu must have known something by asking this, but these things cannot be said from her mouth.

Continuing to have a pair of clothes, he casually replied, No, it's pretty good.

Lu Yanmu glanced at her sideways, and hummed lightly. With a blank face, he stood up and went up the stairs and went back to the study.

Qingmang felt his inexplicably cold attitude, and faintly felt that Lu Yanmu was angry.

He sighed secretly in his heart, Lu Yanmu was more uncertain than a woman.

Before she said anything, she started to get sullen. If she really said something and added more fuel to it, would he have to fret.

Forget it, at this time let him do things first, she will read the book first, and then go to the hair.

Qingmang picked up the schoolbag from the sofa, explained a few words when passing by the kitchen, and then followed upstairs.

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Third Master. Song Yuan stood in front of the desk, looked down at the floor under his feet, and silently endured the coldness from the man in front of him.

The half-closed curtains blocked some light, and the light in the huge study was a little dim at this time. Lu Yanmu was leaning on the back of the chair, and the expression on his face was vague.

Song Yuan didn't hear the sound, the atmosphere in the whole room was a little heavy, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart, and quietly raised his head to look at the man.

There was no change in the stern face, the deep eyes were calm and calm, but there was a bit of sharpness, the thin lips were slightly pursed, the brows were slightly wrinkled, the fingers were on the back of the chair, and the tabletop was occasionally tapped, as if it was What are you thinking about.

As soon as Song Yuan saw such a scene, he knew that he was thinking, and did not dare to interrupt him, so he could only stand quietly and wait for him to speak.

After a while, Lu Yanmu moved, What's going on this week?

The inexplicable sentence made Song Yuan stunned for a while, and it took a second or two to realize that he was asking about Gu Qingmang. He knew that he had followed all the news that had happened this week without saying a word. He reports.

Song Yuan looked at him carefully during the period, and carefully considered the report, for fear that he would be unhappy. After the end, he lowered his head and said nothing.

He knew these things a long time ago, but the third master didn't ask, and he didn't dare to say it.

It's really hard to guess the third master's mind. Although they used to make them stare at Miss Gu, but when something went wrong and the world turned upside down, the third master was angry and had to follow behind to deal with the aftermath.

Although nothing major happened this week, every time Miss Gu goes back to school, it won't be a trivial matter.

In the end, it was them who suffered in the end.

His third master really doted on Miss Gu too much.