You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

When Qingmang washed up and went down the stairs, there were already all kinds of breakfasts on the plate for her to choose from.

Scanning the first floor, Lu Yanmu was not found.

Holding a glass of milk in his hand, he took a sip and asked casually, Where's the third master?

The servant waiting next to him lowered his head and replied, Assistant Song came over just now, and the third master was talking to the delivery assistant upstairs.

Qingmang took a bite of the fried dough stick and hummed.

Song Yuan came here so early in the morning, was there something important to ask Lu Yanmu? Should she take a look, or should she just wait for Lu Yanmu to find her.

Just wait for Lu Yanmu. Last night he promised himself to do his homework, and he will definitely not break his promise today.

Thinking of his work, let him finish his work first.

After Qingmang finished drinking the milk, he went straight back to the bedroom, took out the textbook and continued to review.

She had to read the rest of the subjects thoroughly before Pastor Lu Yan taught her mathematics.

Next week's exam, she is determined to win.

...

Lu Yanmu finished his work, leaned back in his chair, glanced at the study room where no one had ever disturbed him, and a trace of loss flashed under his deep eyes.

After looking down at his watch, he got up and walked to Qingmang's bedroom.

I pestered him to give tuition last night, but there was no news.

When he opened Gu Qingmang's room and saw the situation inside, his handsome eyebrows were barely visible.

Inside, there were books, papers, and some crumpled waste paper scattered on the desk beside Qingmang's feet.

His hair was loosely draped around his shoulders, and a few chaotic marks were scratched on the top of his head. When he got closer, he was staring at the open math books and exercises with a grudge on his face, as if he had a deep grudge against them. , the corners of Lu Yanmu's lips raised slightly when he saw it.

Cough cough... He coughed twice, holding back his smile.

When Qingmang heard the voice, he turned his head to look at him, his face was wrinkled together, he stretched out his hands and said weakly, Lu Yanmu... with endless grievances.

Lu Yanmu stepped forward and embraced her body, gently following her behind, What's wrong?

Qingmang was no longer reserved, threw himself into his arms, and rubbed hard on him, If you don't come again, I will sacrifice my life heroically.

Math, this nasty little goblin, will see how she cleans up later.

Lu Yanmu glanced at the spread of exercises, and said coldly, Where can't it be?

Qingmang took two deep breaths, and after it was full of the fragrance on his body, he felt a little more comfortable. He raised his head to look at him, blinked his eyes, and said pitifully, Nowhere.

Lu Yanmu: ...

He seemed to think that coming over was the wrong choice.

Lu Yanmu's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a small section of his arms. His slender fingers were attached to a pen, and he explained to her while writing and scribbling on the paper.

Qingmang rested his cheeks in front of the desk with his hands, and looked at him with admiration, his eyes were full of stars, and he almost had the word nympho written on his face.

Hmm... I have to say that some people are born with the pride of heaven, and they can attract attention to anything they do.

Lu Yanmu put down the pen in his hand, turned his head and asked her, Do you understand what you just said?

Qingmang subconsciously wanted to say something he didn't understand, but after receiving the cold gaze from a certain man, he obediently took the pen in his hand, I understand.

If Lu Yanmu taught her that she couldn't understand it, it was estimated that no one could teach her.