You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

It's our fault, please punish the third master.

Song Yuan and Ye Xiao spoke in unison, bowing their heads and bending slightly, as if they knew they were wrong.

They are not afraid of punishment, they are afraid of the third master's secret punishment, which is much more terrible than the explicit punishment.

Lu Yanmu tapped his index finger on the table, made a squeak sound, glanced at them sideways, and said lightly, It would be too far-fetched to say that it was your fault.

He was angry about this matter, but more of his fault was his own.

At that time, she should not have promised Qingmang to let her take a ride back by herself, otherwise, there would be no such thing.

No no no... It's our fault, it's all our fault for not protecting Miss Qingmang. Lu Yanmu's words made Song Yuan and Ye Xiao panic.

When will the third master say such a thing?

Is this the rhythm to scare them to death?

They said that the heart could not take it.

Lu Yanmu glanced at them lightly, and saw how scared and panicked they looked, pressed his eyebrows, and said coldly, I'm like a tyrant?

Yes! When they heard Lu Yanmu's question, they subconsciously agreed, and when they calmed down, Lu Yanmu asked when, and even more panicked and denied: No, no!!!

The third master is not like a tyrant at all!!!

Ahhh, how can you look like a tyrant!!!

The third master is wise and martial, and his style is the behavior of Ming Jun!!!

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The full desire to survive made them change their previous statement, but why did they feel that, no matter what, it was a wrong statement?

Seems to be a bit taken in a pit?

Seeing them like this, Lu Yanmu's face darkened instantly.

The more they explained, the more it appeared that he was a dictator.

Okay, let's go down first. Lu Yanmu interrupted them and dropped a word coldly.

Song Yuan and Ye Xiao looked at each other and realized that the more they explained, the more wrong they were, so they shut up.

The third master must be in a bad mood now, so they still don't speak, so as not to say more and more mistakes.

Ah, life, why is it so difficult?

After they left, Lu Yanmu sat on the chair, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, looking irritated.

A hand pressed on the stomach, there seemed to be a hidden layer of pain between the eyebrows, and the handsome face hidden in the light was slightly pale.

After a while, he opened the bottom drawer on the left and took out a bottle of medicine.

His hands trembled and he opened it, then poured out a few pills, slowly put it into his mouth, and swallowed it dryly.

Holding the medicine bottle in his hand tightly, the blue veins on his hand are slightly prominent, his head is pressed against his arm, and some are prostrate on the table, with a slightly painful expression.

He just lay still on the table, and after nearly ten minutes of slow down, he finally came over, his face was pale, and there was still an expression on his face that was left over from pain.

After a slight sigh of relief, the whole person was relieved.

His stomach problem seems to be more serious than before.

Tonight, because of Qingmang's incident, I didn't eat a little bit, and I had a stomach problem again.

In the past, it was because I was too hungry to get sick, but at noon, it was obvious that I had eaten, but at night, it started to hurt.

Such a situation is not a good sign.

He still has too many things to do, and his body can't just collapse like this.