You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Well, is Qingmang coming to school? Lu Yanmu's cold voice came through the phone.

Song Yuan glanced at Qingmang, who was sleeping better in the back seat, Not yet, just arrived at school.

Let Qingmang answer the phone. Lu Yanmu said.

Song Yuan glanced at Gu Qingmang in the back seat, turned around, and called out softly, Miss Qingmang...Miss Qingmang...

Qingmang slept well, and some were motionless and unable to cry.

Song Yuan turned around and said to Lu Yanmu, Third Master, wait a while, Miss Qingmang is asleep.

Lu Yanmu was not in a hurry, and hummed lightly.

Song Yuan unfastened his seat belt, turned his body and patted the back of his hand lightly: Miss Qingmang...

Qingmang slept just fine, suddenly felt someone tap the back of his hand, faintly woke up, and met Song Yuan's face that was magnified countless times. a sound.

Song Yan was frightened for a moment, and hurriedly said, Miss Qingmang, are you alright?

Qingmang waved his hand: It's okay, it's okay...

Isn't it just a bump, what's the pain.

Song Yuan was a little frightened, with a look of horror on his face.

It's alright, if something happens, the third master will definitely kill him!

Lu Yanmu heard the movement on the other end through the phone, frowned and said, What's wrong?

He heard a thud of something, and Qingmang gasped, followed by Song Yuan's concerned voice.

Qingmang is injured?

Song Yuan felt the coldness from Lu Yanmu through the phone, and hurriedly said, Miss Qingmang hit the roof of the car...

He didn't dare to say it was all right, he could only tell the truth. After all, the third master regarded Miss Qingmang as an eyeball.

Even if it is to be punished, it cannot be concealed.

Qingmang rubbed his head, looked at Song Yuan's bitter and hahaha expression, stretched out his hand and said, Bring me the phone.

Song Yuan immediately handed the phone to Qingmang and sat back in his seat.

I just hope that Miss Qingmang will not complain to the third master, otherwise he will definitely have to peel off when he goes back.

I'm fine, I just woke up and forgot I was in the car. I bumped it, and it didn't hurt. Qingmang rubbed his head, and his voice sounded a bit hazy just after waking up.

Song Yuan, who was sitting in the front, heard Qingmang say this, he was stunned for a while, and looked at her rubbing her head through the rearview mirror, her face was clear and indifferent, and she felt a little more grateful to Qingmang. Affection.

Well, be more careful next time. Although Lu Yanmu listened to Qingmang say this, he thought that Qingmang didn't want him to worry, so he didn't say it was serious.

Next time, Song Yuan must be more careful.

What's wrong? Qingmang asked.

Why did Lu Yanmu call Song Yuan to ask her whereabouts?

Your phone is not connected. Lu Yanmu replied simply as if he knew Qingmang's question.

Hmm...Is that so? Qingmang held her phone in her face, flipped through her bag, took out her phone, and found that it was muted, and she slept so deeply that she didn't respond at all.

Well... it's muted... Qingmang murmured, Is there anything you want to do with me?

Lu Yanmu was silent for a few seconds, and then asked, Is the morning class important?

Qingmang thought for a while, then answered honestly, It's okay.

The morning course is a professional course, but she has already learned it, but she can't take it, so it doesn't have much impact.

Classes are only for the purpose of doing a good job of the students. Classes are a respect for the teacher, and you can't just skip class.

Come to the old house? Huh? Lu Yanmu's voice was clear and light.

Go to the old house? So Lu Yanmu left early in the morning, did he go to the old house?