You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Miss Qingmang, do you misunderstand me? Song Yuan said weakly, with helplessness and resentment in his words.

Huh? Qingmang said with some doubts. He didn't quite understand Song Yuan's words. Did she say something wrong?

Song Yuan sighed softly, If I could comprehend the third master's mind, it probably wouldn't be the case. But I think Miss Qingmang can better guess what the third master is thinking.

It's not flattery, it's just saying what you've seen. As long as the third master is angry, only Miss Qingmang can restrain the third master's anger.

If this is not love, he probably really wants to believe in evil.

Qingmang smiled a little, and said without modesty: That's right, don't look at who I am.

She is the woman behind the boss, so she can naturally hold up the scene.

If she can't guess her man's mind, can she be so prosperous? !

Seeing Qingmang's confident appearance, Song Yuan echoed his face: The woman behind the third master.

With a smile on Qingmang's face, he patted his shoulder deeply: The future generations are terrible.

Song Yuan: ...

Why does this sound so weird?

In terms of age, he seems to be older than Gu Qingmang.

What the hell is the dreaded afterlife? ? ?

However, as for Qingmang's brain circuit, he has always been inaccurate. Like the third master, a person who can understand accurately, I am afraid that there are really two people in the world who can understand each other's thoughts.

Qingmang glanced at the time, but he didn't expect to chat with Song Yuan for so long, and he didn't do anything serious.

Miss Yan is also going this time? Qingmang asked casually.

Naturally, Song Yuan didn't think much about it, and replied directly, Miss Yan is staying behind, not together.

In my heart, I was secretly thinking, isn't this nonsense?

You are by the third master, can the third master let Miss Yan go with him? ! It must be avoided.

So she doesn't have any arrangements, right? Qingmang looked at the nails on her hands, as if she was very at ease.

Song Yuan couldn't guess what she was thinking, so she could only answer honestly: No, Miss Yan is probably helping with some less important and urgent matters.

Qingmang put away his hand, hummed lightly, and did not speak any more.

Turning around, he looked around, what did he do to inadvertently hurt Song Yuan, so that he couldn't go out?

Holding his chin, he looked around, it was all flat, and there wasn't a high place, so he couldn't dig a hole and push Song Yuan into it.

Song Yuan didn't know what she was thinking. She thought she was bored, so she came out for a walk.

I heard that Miss Qingmang is not feeling well, should she be better now? Song Yuan heard about Sunday's incident, politely, and cared.

This sound of concern fell into Qingmang's ears, but it was even more determined that Song Yuan could not be allowed to go into this muddy water.

Well, it's okay, it's much better. Qingmang replied casually, squinting his eyes and continuing to see where the crime was suitable.

Seeing Qingmang's absent-minded look, Song Yuan thought she was intending to end this topic, so he would not bother her anymore, so he thought of leaving first.

If Miss Qingmang has nothing to do, I'll leave first. Song Yuan said without any scruples.