You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Song Yuan carried a lunch box into the office, Ye Xiao looked at what he was holding and was a little puzzled.

He jokingly said, Where did you come from? After all, it wasn't from Yan Zhi, right?

He heard everything that was said outside just now.

I didn't expect that the third master would be so domineering. He couldn't say a word of the other person's scolding directly. He dared to be angry and dare not say anything. It's really domineering! ! !

Song Yuan rolled his eyes at Ye Xiao, only really worried that he would kill himself one day.

Put it in front of Lu Yanmu's table, and said in a low voice, Third Master, this is the lunch box sent by Suyuan.

When talking about Suyuan, he deliberately increased his tone.

Ye Xiao, who was standing behind, heard Song Yuan's words and wanted to bite off his tongue!

Let yourself be rude and talk too much.

Lu Yanmu glanced at Ye Xiao coldly, and there was a chill in the bottom of his eyes. He looked down silently, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

Well, he must be less showy in the future.

Lu Yanmu's eyes fell from Ye Xiao's body on the insulated lunch box, and he replied coldly, En.

Third Master, if it's all right, we'll go out first. At this time, Song Yuan was very discerning.

He can guarantee that the third master will call Miss Qingmang.

It's better to be smart, go out first, and be a qualified single dog.

After Song Yuan and Ye Xiao went down, Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand to take the lunch box and opened it. After seeing the vegetables inside, his expression suddenly became a little difficult to describe.

After thinking about it, he closed it again, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.

When the phone rang, Qingmang was looking for ways to nourish his stomach online.

After watching it for nearly half an hour, I was blinded. I heard the phone vibrate, and I picked it up without looking at it.

Hello? There was a bit of drowsiness in the words, this kind of thing is really mind-blowing.

Hearing the tired look in her words, Lu Yanmu couldn't help frowning, What are you doing?

Ah? Qingmang heard Lu Yanmu's voice, and then he reacted.

No, I'm just looking for something on the Internet, my eyes hurt, my neck hurts, my hands hurt... Qingmang responded lightly.

He stopped the movement of his hands, left in front of the computer while speaking, and walked to the balcony to relax his neck and wrists.

What are you looking at? Lu Yanmu tapped his index finger on the table and asked in a low voice.

Well... I'm just looking for some methods and ingredients for how to nourish and condition the stomach. Qingmang didn't plan to hide it.

Lu Yanmu tapped the tabletop, paused for a moment, and then said lightly, Don't be too tired. I feel bad.

Qingmang's original soreness instantly disappeared because of Lu Yanmu's last three words.

Well, it's so coaxing, it seems that the skill has been increasing recently.

Well, hearing what you said, the pain just now is gone. Qingmang leaned on the railing with a happy smile on his face.

Have you eaten the loving lunch I sent to you? How about it? Is the taste okay? Qingmang asked.

According to the time, it should be in the hand, but I don't know if he has eaten.

Lu Yanmu glanced down at the lunch box and said lightly, Well, it tastes pretty good.

There was a smile on Qingmang's face, I specially made it in the kitchen, remember to finish it, it's good for your stomach. You must finish it, remember that I will check the post.