You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Drive me back? Lu Yanmu narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly.

No, no. Listening to the slightly threatening words, Qingmang quickly shook his head and denied it.

She definitely didn't mean it. On the contrary, I felt that if Lu Yanmu finished filming with her in the crew, it would also be a very good feeling.

It's a pity, it's a pity that the big president of the family can't accompany her.

How about staying with you? Lu Yanmu tapped his index finger on the table and said casually.

Not good! Qingmang refused without thinking.

She had this idea, but she couldn't be so selfish. If Lu Yanmu was spending time with her here, Mr. Lu would definitely have to come over with a pistol and crush her.

To harm his grandson, this is something that I feel intolerable.

Lu Yanmu looked at her coldly, but did not speak for a while. Qingmang could even feel that the light in his eyes had been locked on her tightly, not giving her a chance to catch her breath.

Even so, she didn't mean to let go.

There is absolutely no concession in this matter.

After a while, he said lightly, Has the injury on the foot cracked again?

Well... no, I didn't run much in the morning, basically everything was fine. Qing Mang lowered his head and replied silently.

Seeing her cowardly look of doing something wrong, Lu Yanmu reached out and raised her chin, his eyes as deep as a cold pond locked her tightly, after a while, he lowered his head and kissed the cherry lips.

When the soft thin lips were covered, Qingmang actually missed him a little, missed his kiss, the taste between his lips, and everything he had.

This kiss was different from the past. It was extraordinarily gentle and lingering, with a bit of domineering in the gentleness. It attacked the city little by little, and absorbed the fragrance that he had missed and missed for a long time.

At the end of the kiss, Qingmang lost all strength, leaning on the chair, and the whole person was going to go limp.

Lu Yanmu grabbed her with a big palm and moved her directly from the chair to his lap, without giving her the slightest chance to catch her breath, deepening the kiss.

When the kiss was over, Qingmang had softened into a pool of water, and he had no strength at all, so he could only let him hold it, and occasionally kiss the ear, cheek, and lips.

Qingmang nestled in his arms, panting slightly, and even had no strength to raise his hand to pinch him.

She was so fascinated by Lu Yanmu's pro, she was a complete mess, it was really cowardly, not an ordinary shame.

Thinking of this level, Qingmang felt that she must have time to improve her kissing skills in the future. She can't be kissed by Lu Yanmu all the time, and she doesn't know anyone.

However, why is it also a blank sheet of paper, Lu Yanmu can learn without a teacher, and it is completely the attitude of an old driver? !

She had clearly experienced more than one person, and she had grown up under Lu Yanmu's various tune-ups. In the end, she still lost to him.

Well, it fully shows that sometimes, things like technology have nothing to do with experience at all, but have something to do with a man's own skills!

She used to think that it was too simple. When she met Lu Yanmu, she was going to be eaten and not even a scum was left.

Lu Yanmu Qingmang grabbed the corner of his sleeve, and when he spoke, he became a little weak, How can you be so... um... so skilled?

Qingmang didn't understand this very much. If he hadn't known that he didn't have a woman before, he would have suspected that he had been on the battlefield for a long time.