You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

As Lu Yanmu restrained his sharpness, the atmosphere instantly returned to normal.

In less than five minutes, the foreman had a laptop in his hand. When he came over, he looked at Mr. Zhao with a worried look on his face.

He was afraid that the third master would want to kill someone after watching this video...

Mr. Zhao couldn't understand the look in the foreman's eyes, so he directly motioned for him to show it to Lu Yanmu.

The foreman had no choice but to lower his head and show Lu Yanmu the computer.

The surveillance video inside started playing after Qing Mang came out until she was brought in.

After watching the video, Lu Yanmu's bloodthirsty factor suddenly exploded after being calmed down by Qing Mang.

He picked up the notebook and threw it at it. Mr. Qian was caught off guard and was hit in the forehead.

The notebook shattered with a sound, and blood poured out from Mr. Qian's forehead, dripping on the broken notebook, which looked a bit oozing.

Lu Yanmu's eyes fell on Mr. Qian's hand.

In the video, his hand grabbed Qingmang.

Mr. Qian was a little frightened by Lu Yanmu's gaze, and then he retracted his hand.

Just now, his hand seemed to have grabbed Lu Yanmu's woman...

It’s over, it’s over…

This time it's really over...

Lu Yanmu stared at Mr. Qian closely, then picked up the ashtray on the table, walked over and kicked him over, and then took the ashtray and hit Qingmang's hand directly.

It happened so suddenly that no one present could react.

Even Qian Zong, whose hand was smashed, took a second or two to react and howled in pain.

Lu Yanmu stepped on that hand and crushed it hard with his foot. Mr. Qian screamed like a pig being killed.

This is just a little interest! Lu Yanmu's voice was like poison, and he looked like he was about to kill someone.

The people present looked at Lu Yanmu's bloodthirsty coldness and eyes, and they didn't dare to move, fearing that they would be the next unlucky one.

Sure enough, while they were thinking, Lu Yanmu's eyes had already fallen on them.

That look made them look like prey waiting to be slaughtered and would be torn apart in the next second.

Qing Mang stepped forward and tugged at the corner of Lu Yanmu's clothes, raised his head and said, It's too boring here, let's go out.

Qing Mang's words easily lifted Lu Yanmu's chill, and his eyes fell on the small, clear hands. Moving up, he saw the red wrists.

His pupils shrank, and when he nodded to go out, he took Qingmang's hand and headed outside.

Just when walking out, I stepped hard on the sole of my foot, and there was a snap, the sound of broken bones, and then a miserable scream.

Qingmang didn't look, but looking at Lu Yanmu's face, he could tell that Mr. Qian's hand was completely useless.

When passing Mr. Zhao, Lu Yanmu stopped for a moment, glanced at him, and said coldly: Please deal with this matter! I don't want something like this to happen again in Charming Color! Otherwise...

After Lu Yanmu finished speaking, he hugged Qing Mang's waist and went out without looking at Mr. Zhao again.

Lu Yanmu didn't say the rest of the words, but Mr. Zhao already knew what Lu Yanmu wanted to express.

If he didn't deal with this person cleanly, then he would be the one who was dealt with cleanly.

He was obviously older than Lu Yanmu, but in terms of aura, he was always a step lower.

Aura has nothing to do with age.