You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

In the past few days, because Qingmang met He Yuan, Lu Yanmu kept it secret, otherwise she would go out.

Mei, as the name suggests, is to let her prepare well and facilitate her entry into the group later.

Reasonable and well-founded, Qingmang did not object, but stayed at home and prepared well in advance, which seemed to be the past.

In the past few days at home, it was rare for Lu Yanmu to stay in the study, instead of going to the company, to accompany Qingmang.

The two of them each occupied a corner of the study, carefully looking at the things in their hands, and occasionally there was a rustling sound of turning pages.

Qingmang seemed to be so close to Lu Yanmu for the first time, watching him work, watching him with a cold face, focusing on the things at hand, that concentrated look is simply unstoppable.

Huh? What are you looking at me for? Lu Yanmu noticed Qingmang's eyes, without lifting his eyelids, he said lightly.

Qingmang braced his head, Well...I just think you are very good, so good that I can't move my eyes.

Lu Yanmu put down the pen in his hand, and turned it around in his hand, his eyes frivolous, Huh? Is this a trick? Or seduce?

Well, I'm sorry, nothing, I'll continue to read the script. Qingmang put away his previous appearance, returned to a serious look, and spoke very seriously.

Seeing Qingmang's reaction, Lu Yanmu couldn't help shaking his head, she was indeed a little girl.

Out of the corner of the eye, I can see that the girl is making annotations seriously, occasionally frowning, occasionally biting the pen, and occasionally pulling her hair together.

Inadvertently, he caught his gaze, which made him unconsciously attracted and wanted to pay more attention to her.

Maybe everything is doomed, after all, in his life, there is no way to get rid of her magic.

...

When packing up and preparing to join the group, Lu Yanmu just sat on the sofa in her bedroom, his slender legs were wrapped in straight trousers, his legs were folded, and he was holding a financial magazine in his hand, flipping through it casually. Turning around, occasionally raising his eyelids to look at the busy figure, his eyes slowly moved from the magazine to the beautiful figure.

After Qingmang finished his work, he raised his head and fell into the black eyes that were as deep as the bottom, as if to suck her into it, making her dazed for a moment.

At that moment, she could feel the expression in Lu Yanmu's eyes, and she could even see her own shadow in those black eyes.

Unconsciously raising his hand and touching his face, Hu asked, Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?

Lu Yanmu's eyes didn't leave that face for a moment, he put down the magazine in his hand, beckoned to her, and said in a clear voice, Come here.

Qingmang originally wanted to check it again to see if there was anything missing, but when he met Ling Lu Yanmu's eyes, he was led over unconsciously and sat down beside him.

He took his big hand and held it, Well... I just take it for two or three days and then come back. Just like when I was in school, I would come back from time to time, nothing changed.

Lu Yanmu seems to be reluctant to bear her...

Lu Yanmu took her into his arms, rested his chin on her neck, and said in a low and hoarse voice: Well, I know, but I suddenly feel reluctant to part with you.

Well, I promise to call you every day. Qingmang reassured.

I want a video. Lu Yanmu's voice was lazy, with a bit of temptation.

Okay, the video is just the video. Qingmang should be very happy.

Listening to Ji Jinchen, it seems that there will be a separate room at that time. As long as there is a separate room, everything can be talked about.