You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"Who said that? Didn't I praise everyone? I have a very high standard." Qing Mang lifted his head from his shoulder and looked at Lu Yanmu seriously, defending himself.

Just kidding, apart from Lu Yanmu, who she boasted about, at most, when she occasionally rises, she will tease other people. It's only for teasing, not sincere.

Only Lu Yanmu can make her praise so much, one is because of love, and the second is really because Lu Yanmu is the best man she has ever seen.

Lu Yanmu was skeptical of her words. He had just praised Song Yuan and raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, "Oh, isn't it?"

Seeing his appearance, Qing Mang knew that he didn't believe what he said, probably because he had just praised Song Yuan.

Well, but, this also reflects the fact that Lu Yanmu is jealous.

He would actually be jealous just to praise someone's words, um...it seems a little cute.

Qing Mang glanced at his expression at this time, it was as indifferent as before, and even some hidden anger, and then thinking about his current behavior, there was some inexplicable contrast.

Qing Mang stretched out his hand and gently touched the tip of his nose, and moved forward a little, the tip of the nose pressed against the tip of his nose, "Lu Yanmu, are you jealous?"

Thinking about it this way, she felt a little happy.

After all, it is incredible to make such an arrogant man jealous for her.

When Qingmang finished speaking, Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, and a trace of sorrow was drawn under his deep eyes. Is this jealous?

At this point, he felt a little unbelievable.

"No." Lu Yanmu definitely denied Qing Mang's words.

Even if he was really jealous, he would not admit to such a naive thing.

Okay, well, our President Lu also wants face.

Although he denied it, in Qing Mang's eyes, Lu Yanmu refused to admit this kind of thing because of the sake of face.

Well, she knows, men, they want to save some face in front of women.

"Okay, if you don't have it, you won't." Qing Mang saved Lu Yanmu enough face, and did not continue to struggle with this matter.

But the look in Lu Yanmu's eyes is a little bit longer, I understand it, and there is no need to explain it.

This kind of eyes fell on Lu Yanmu's eyes, it seemed to tease him a little, and he moved a little away from Qingmang, with a straight face, "I'm not jealous."

"Okay, I know." Qing Mang moved forward again, almost the whole person was pulling on him, his face was leaning on his chest, and his fingers lightly clicked on it, "I'm not jealous, just A little unhappy, I know."

Such an arrogant and cold person is just like a child when he gets jealous.

Lu Yanmu walked forward at every turn of Qing Mang, and was very helpless for the behavior of pulling on him.

Apart from other things, do you really think he looks so abstinent?

Smelling the peculiar fragrance of the girl, and then feeling the warmth in his arms, and the nephrite in his arms, it is difficult for even a serious man to keep his arms around, especially that object, who is still the one he likes.

Lu Yanmu's big palm lightly patted Qingmang's back, and said in a calm voice, "Qingmang, go down and sit down by yourself."

Naturally, Qing Mang didn't know his state of mind now, thinking he was still angry, so he would let go so easily, put a small hand around his neck, and replied very stubbornly: "Don't go down."