You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu tapped his index finger on the tabletop without saying a word. When he heard her betting with Zeng Fan, his brows frowned, but he didn't say anything.

"Well, you go down first." Lu Yanmu said coldly, without any emotion.

Song Yuan replied, and then evacuated this oppressive study room.

After coming out, he let out a sigh of relief, and followed Sanye. How much capacity is needed.

He glanced at Gu Qingmang's bedroom at the end of the corridor, then at the closed study door, and shook his head slightly.

...

The green mans nest was in front of the French windows, books were all over the floor, and the English textbooks he was holding were marked with labels in various colors. The pen in his hand was occasionally rubbed against the hair and occasionally bit on the mouth.

The weather outside was getting darker, and the number of pages turned was more. After half an hour, Qingmang closed the book and relaxed for a long time. The tiredness on his face was gradually dissipated because of this laziness.

Putting down the English book, turning his head, his eyes browsed through a pile of books, and finally settled on the math textbook.

He pursed his lips and turned his eyes, holding a math textbook in his hand, and thinking of Lu Yanmu's performance in the afternoon, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

"Knock..." The soft knock on the door was particularly clear in the quiet study. Lu Yanmu was looking at the company's report, and the sudden sound made his brows frowned.

Standing at the door, Qingmang heard the cold "in" word inside, and gently opened the door, poking his head in to look inside.

Lu Yanmu inside was burying his head in front of the desk, with a hint of impatience on his cold and icy face.

Gently opened the door and walked in, glanced at the study, and finally put the things he was holding on the desk opposite him.

When Lu Yanmu heard the door ringing and no one was speaking, he thought it was the servant who was afraid of him. He frowned when he heard the slight sound of footsteps. He raised his eyes and saw that Gu Qingmang flashed a little bit of surprise. When she saw the bowl of soup in her hand, her brows frowned even more, and she didn't say anything.

Seeing him like this, Qing Mang wanted to smirk with his mouth pursed, coughed slightly, and then said: "I let the kitchen simmer some soup, you can try to see how it tastes."

Lu Yanmu slowly moved his gaze from her face to the bowl of soup on the table, the expression on her face was unpredictable.

"You put it here first, I'll drink it later." Lu Yanmu withdrew his gaze and said lightly.

Qingmang's eyes were slightly raised, she walked to his side, put her hand on his shoulder, and stretched her head to read his documents. As always, she couldn't understand.

In her previous life, Lu Yanmu's various confidential information had never fortified her, and often discussed things that the outside world regarded as top-secret information in front of her with his subordinates.

After she came back from rebirth, she occasionally wondered what kind of feeling Lu Yanmu had for her, whether it was an almost abnormal possessive control, or she wanted to stay behind her for a lifetime.

In the previous life, she thought he was abnormal and mentally distorted, but now, she doesn't seem to think so.

Turning around, he brought the soup from the opposite side to a bowl, holding the bowl in one hand, and closing the document with the other, and said seriously, "Drink first."

Lu Yanmu looked at the simple little hand that put his hand on the file, and looked up all the way, and finally landed on the pair of apricot eyes, the stubbornness of his eyes was something he had never seen before.

The big palm took the bowl he was holding, his eyes were calm, he raised his head to drink and then put it down. "this is okay?"

With a hint of sly on Qing Mang's face, he took another bowl and handed it to him, "Drink one more bowl?"

Lu Yanmu: "..."