You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Third Master, what do you do next? Song Yuan drove the car in front, glanced at Lu Yanmu who was sitting in the back seat, and asked.

Lu Yanmu picked up his coldness in the hospital before, loosened his bow tie, and leaned back in the chair, with a bit of exhaustion on his brows.

Go back to the hotel first. He reached out and pressed his eyebrows, and said coldly.

Yes. Seeing Lu Yanmu's expression, Song Yuan knew that the third master was a little tired, or at least he was in a bad mood.

Although he knew that it was not fair to Yan Qiu to do so, being born in such a family meant that both glory and crisis coexisted.

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Lu Yanmu flipped through the documents investigated by the Dark Guard, flipped his palms over, and closed the documents.

Reaching out and pressing the eyebrows, there was some fatigue between the eyebrows, and a hand was pressed on the stomach, and it was a little painful.

The Mu family, over the years, really has grown too much.

It was indeed his negligence over the years that led to today's situation.

No one in Hwaseong can match him, but in Namseong, things are really different.

He took out the medicine bottle from the drawer by the bedside, took out two pills, and swallowed them directly.

After a while, I felt better.

His physical condition seems to be getting worse and worse, and he is more and more likely to feel tired, which does not seem to be a good sign.

Looking up at the scene outside, inexplicably first thought of Qingmang.

I don't know what she is doing now, whether she is thinking of herself like him.

Thinking of Qingmang, I felt a little warm in my heart.

The things he has dealt with in Nancheng these days have drained his energy a little bit.

At this time, I especially wanted to hear Qingmang's voice.

After a while, I took out the phone from the drawer, and after turning it on, many prompt messages popped up.

After clicking on it, all the sources of news are from Qingmang.

Staring at the word Qingmang on the screen, I was stunned. After the screen was bright and dark, dark and bright, back and forth several times, I dialed Qingmang's phone.

When the phone rang, Qingmang had already prepared everything and was about to go to bed when suddenly he heard someone's bell ringing.

In an instant, he got up and answered the phone.

Lu Yanmu? Qingmang spoke in a hurry, for fear that she had heard it wrong.

Well, it's me. Lu Yanmu replied coldly.

When he heard Qingmang's voice, it was like a gust of wind, taking away all his tiredness.

Why haven't you turned on the phone all the time? I'm dying of anxiety, don't you know? Qingmang's voice trembled when he spoke because of excitement.

Lu Yanmu felt a little guilty because of her words.

In order to facilitate things, this time it was a private trip, and even the mobile phone was turned off, so as not to be traced.

In Nancheng, it is not one's own territory, so be careful.

He knew that Qingmang would look for him, but he didn't expect that he would be so worried.

Well, I know I was wrong, I won't next time. Lu Yanmu admitted his mistake to others for the first time in history.

In front of one's own woman, admitting mistakes does not harm one's image, but makes him appear more manly.

Qingmang originally prepared a lot of words to complain to him, and even prepared words to complain, condemning his behavior and asking him to correct it.

But when hearing his words, it seems that no one is more important than this sentence, and it is more pleasant.