You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang indifferently, got up suddenly, buttoned the buttons of his suit jacket, and walked toward her with heavy steps.

The leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor and walked towards her slowly with a bang. The sound, like a urging bell, spread into her eardrums, eroding her psychological defense.

Qingmang folded his hands on his legs, showing the most natural state. In fact, the palms were slowly sweating, and his face was as calm and delicate as ever, but under the calm and delicate, he was flustered and uneasy.

Dealing with a man like Lu Yanmu is really not a good experience.

Lu Yanmu slowly walked to Qingmang's face and stood still, leaning over to look at her, the expression on his face was vague, his eyes were clear, and his deep eyes seemed to want to see through, sharp and deep.

Sitting on the sofa, Qing Mang only felt that the eyes that fell on her made her look like a transparent person, and she could see through her mind at a glance.

Supporting his composure, his face was very calm, and he met Lu Yanmu's eyes head-on, but he didn't dodge in the slightest, but just greeted him like that.

Qingmang's eyes were extremely calm and fearless. In Lu Yanmu's straight-forward eyes, he did not lose the battle at all, but did not lose the battle at all.

Lu Yanmu restrained his usual coldness, suddenly retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes, leisurely raising his left hand, Feng Qingyun gently stroked his sleeves, his movements were graceful and reserved, and he looked exactly like a noble boy, just like what he did just now. It's a far cry.

Qing Mang was a little unpredictable about his behavior, but he was caught off guard when he suddenly came out like this.

What should she do at this time? Step forward to help stroke the sleeves? Reflect the potential of a good wife and mother?

Lu Yanmu swept the blue light with his left light, and saw that she was lost for a moment, a cold light flashed under her eyes, and then he suddenly bent down and approached the blue light directly.

Qing Mang was in absentia, guessing what was behind Lu Yanmu's behavior. In a blink of an eye, I saw Lu Yanmu's handsome face magnified countless times, only one finger away from her. He squinted his eyes slightly and stared at her, full of oppression.

As Lu Yanmu approached, out of a sense of self-protection, Qing Mang fell backward and leaned on the sofa, while Lu Yanmu directly stretched out his hands and propped them on both sides, confining Qing Mang in a small area.

"What's your purpose for pushing Song Yuan down the stairs?" Lu Yanmu looked directly at Qingmang's eyes and asked abruptly. His voice was low and cold, like a clear spring in the mountains, so cool.

"No... it's not that I didn't!" Perhaps the answer was already prepared in the subconscious. When faced with Lu Yanmu's sudden question, he subconsciously denied this statement.

Qing Mang was only panicked for a second or two. After realizing what Lu Yanmu was asking, he looked at him and said firmly: "This is really an accident and has no purpose."

When speaking, there was firmness in the words, and even the look in Lu Yanmu's eyes did not evade at all, but was full of frankness.

Lu Yanmu lowered his eyes and glanced at Qingmang. At such a close distance, he didn't see Qingmang dodge a bit, his eyes were firm.

In such a situation, she can still maintain such a calmness, which makes him somewhat admired.

When he got here, he already knew that in Qing Mang's mouth, he couldn't ask the rest.