You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"San Ye, what do you do next?" Song Yuan drove the car in front, glanced at Lu Yanmu who was sitting in the back seat, and asked.

Lu Yanmu condensed the coldness he had been in the hospital before, loosened his bow tie, leaned back on the chair, his eyebrows were a little tired.

"Go back to the hotel first." He stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and said coldly.

"Yes." Song Yuan looked at Lu Yanmu's expression and knew that San Ye was a little tired, at least in a bad mood.

Although knowing that this is not fair to Yan Qiu, being born in such a family originally meant that glory and crisis coexisted.

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Lu Yanmu flipped through the information that the dark guard had investigated, and closed the information with a big palm.

He stretched his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows. There was a bit of fatigue between the eyebrows, and one hand was pressed against the stomach, and there was a slight pain.

The Mu family, over the years, it really has grown too much.

It was indeed his negligence over the years that led to the situation today.

No one can match him in Hwaseong, but in Nancheng, the situation is really different.

I took out the medicine bottle from the drawer beside the bed, took out two pills, and swallowed them dry.

It took a while before I felt better.

His physical condition seems to be getting worse, and he is more and more prone to burnout, which does not seem to be a good sign.

Lifting his eyes and glanced at the scene outside, he thought of Qingmang inexplicably.

I don't know what she is doing now, whether she is thinking about herself like him.

Thinking of Qing Mang, my heart felt warmer inexplicably.

The things dealt with in Nancheng these days have squeezed his energy a little bit.

At this time, I especially wanted to hear Qingmang's voice.

After slowing down, I took out the phone from the drawer, and after turning it on, a lot of prompt messages popped up.

After clicking on, all the sources of news came from Qingmang.

Staring at the word Qingmang on the screen, he was stunned. After the screen was bright and dark, dark and bright, back and forth several times, then he dialed Qingmang's phone.

When the phone rang, Qing Mang had already prepared everything and was about to go to bed, when suddenly he heard a ringing exclusively for someone.

Suddenly a Ji Ling got up and answered the call.

"Lu Yanmu?" Qing Mang said anxiously, for fear that she had heard it wrong.

"Well, it's me." Lu Yanmu replied coldly.

When I heard Qingmang's voice, it was like a gust of wind, taking away all his fatigue.

"Why you haven't turned on the phone all the time, I'm almost anxious, don't you know." With excitement, Qing Mang's voice seemed a little trembling when he spoke.

Lu Yanmu felt a little guilty in his heart because of her words.

In order to make things easier, this time the trip was not public, and even the mobile phone was turned off to avoid being tracked down.

In Nancheng, it's not his own territory, it is always the best to be careful.

He knew that Qing Mang would look for him, but he didn't expect that he would be so worried.

"Well, I know it was wrong, not next time." Lu Yanmu admitted his mistake to others for the first time.

In front of her own woman, admitting one's mistakes does not detract from her own image, on the contrary, she appears more manly.

Qing Mang had prepared a lot of words to complain to him, and even prepared words to complain, condemning his behavior and asking him to correct it.

But when he heard this, it seemed that no one was more important than this, and it was more pleasant to hear.