You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu tapped his index finger on the table, and said nothing during the period. When he heard her bet with Zeng Fan, his brows were lightly wrinkled, but he didn't say anything.

Well, you go down first. Lu Yanmu said coldly, without any emotion.

Song Yuan responded, and immediately evacuated from the oppressive study.

After coming out, take a sigh of relief and follow the third master, how much endurance does it take.

He glanced at Gu Qingmang's bedroom at the end of the corridor, then glanced at the closed study door, and shook his head gently.

...

Qingmang nestled in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with books all over the place, and the English textbook he was holding was marked with labels of various colors. The pen in his hand occasionally rubbed against his hair, and occasionally bit his mouth.

The weather outside was getting dark, and the number of pages turned over was increasing. After half an hour, Qingmang closed the book and relaxed, and the tiredness on his face gradually dissipated because of this laziness.

Putting down the English book, turning his head, his eyes browsed through the pile of books, and finally settled on the mathematics textbook.

He pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, holding a math textbook in his hand, and thinking of Lu Yanmu's performance in the afternoon, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Knocking... The soft knock on the door was particularly clear in the quiet study room. Lu Yanmu was looking at the company's report, and the sudden voice made him frown slightly.

Qingmang, who was standing at the door, heard the cold enter word inside, opened the door gently, stuck his head in and looked inside.

Inside, Lu Yanmu was burying his head in front of the desk, with a hint of impatience on his icy face.

Gently pushed open the door and walked in, glanced at the study, and finally put the things he was holding on the table opposite him.

When Lu Yanmu heard the door rang and no one spoke, he thought that the servant was afraid of him. He frowned when he heard the slight footsteps. He looked up, but saw Gu Qingmang, and there was a hint of surprise. , When she saw the bowl of soup in her hand, her brows furrowed even more, but she didn't say anything.

Seeing him like this, Qingmang wanted to snicker while pursing his lips, coughed lightly, and then said, I made some soup in the kitchen, try it out and see how it tastes.

Lu Yanmu slowly moved his eyes from her face to the bowl of soup on the table, the expression on his face was unpredictable.

Leave it for now, I'll drink it later. Lu Yanmu retracted his gaze and said lightly.

Qingmang raised his eyes slightly, walked to his side, put his hand on his shoulder, and stretched his head to look at his documents. As always, she couldn't understand it.

In the previous life, Lu Yanmu's various confidential information had never been fortified against her, and he would often discuss with his subordinates in front of her what the outside world regarded as top secret information.

After returning from the rebirth, she occasionally wondered what kind of feelings Lu Yanmu had for her, whether it was an almost perverted possession and control, or whether he wanted to protect her for the rest of her life.

In her previous life, she thought he was perverted and mentally distorted, but now, she doesn't seem to think so.

He turned around and brought a bowl of soup to the opposite side. Holding the bowl in one hand, he closed the document in the other, and said seriously, Drink first.

Lu Yanmu glanced at the neat little hand that placed his hand on the document, looked up all the way, and finally landed on the pair of almond eyes, the stubbornness in his eyes was something he had never seen before.

He took the bowl he was holding with his big palm, his eyes were calm, and he raised his head to drink before putting it down. this is okay?

There was a hint of slyness on Qingmang's face, and he took another bowl and handed it to him, Drink another bowl?

Lu Yanmu: ...