You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Miss Qingmang said that let him look at the third master, nothing can happen. Otherwise, he would naturally dare to tip off.

Lu Yanmu, who was inside, didn't know that he was sold by Song Yuan like this.

Less than three minutes after Song Yuan's message was sent, Lu Yanmu's phone vibrated.

Lu Yanmu didn't want to pick it up because of stomach pain, but after looking at the word green light flashing on the screen, he picked it up after a little thought.

Qingmang? Lu Yanmu said solemnly.

Well...it's me. Qingmang didn't expect that he would speak first, and when he heard the voice as clear as a mountain spring, he forgot to say something for a while. After a few seconds, Qingmang responded, Have you eaten yet?

Well, well, she knew that. He just received news from Song Yuan that the third master had been busy with work and had not eaten. He knew the temper of the third master, so he did not dare to speak directly. He was afraid that the third master would be unhappy and he would be sent to the remote mountainous area. went.

The third master hasn't been in a particularly good mood recently. I don't know why, or because of the company's affairs with Miss Qingmang, I'm a little exhausted.

Anyway, the third master won't do anything to Miss Qingmang. No matter what he says, he can always smooth him out, and then he will treat him as nothing.

Qingmang didn't know what Song Yuan was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely have to screw his head off.

Lu Yanmu paused for a while, squinting his eyes, listening to Qingmang's question, and then squinting to look outside, he instantly understood the purpose of Qingmang's call.

So it was Song Yuan who tipped off Qingmang, hehe, he was getting more and more courageous, and it seemed that he really wanted to send him to another place to stay for a while.

Song Yuan, who was being missed by someone, only felt cold all over his body. For some reason, a chill rose from the soles of his feet, and he shivered twice.

How do you feel, a little cold? After shaking twice, um, something was wrong, so I quickly withdrew.

Lu Yanmu paused for a while, then said slowly, I ate.

Qingmang frowned slightly when he heard it, and squinted his eyes and asked, Are you sure you really ate it?

Lu Yanmu heard this, no matter what, it was already reflected, Song Yuan sold him everything.

I was busy with work just now, so I ate a little something. Lu Yanmu frowned and said helplessly.

I ordered takeout for you, and it will be delivered to you later. Remember to eat it. If you dare not to eat, I will see how I will take care of you after I go back. You don't take care of your body at all, do you want to do it on purpose? Let me worry. Qingmang didn't complain, but spoke with a bit of grievance.

Abruptly, he took Lu Yanmu's fault onto himself. Under normal circumstances, if he directly said Lu Yanmu's fault, he would at most perfunctory, but use Lu Yanmu's fault to cover himself, so that no matter how unhappy Lu Yanmu is and he doesn't care about his body, he can't ignore it.

This method has been summed up by her for so long.

Okay, I'll eat it later. Sure enough, Lu Yanmu softened his tone and compromised with Qingmang.

He didn't know that Qingmang used this trick to subdue her, but in such a situation, he had no other way, and he couldn't make Qingmang so unhappy.

He cared about Qingmang far more than his own.

If not, how could it be so fettered.