Chapter 42

Lu yanmu taps his index finger on the table without saying a word. He frowns when he hears her bet with Zeng fan, but he doesn't say anything.

"Well, you go down first." Lu yanmu made a cold voice without any emotion.

Song Yuan should a, immediately withdraw from this oppressive study.

Lu yanmu looked at the plain little hand with his hand on the document. He looked up all the way, and finally fell on the apricot eyes. He had never seen such a stubborn eye.

Turn to the opposite side of the soup Sheng on a bowl to come over, holding the bowl in one hand, closing the document in the other hand, quite seriously opened his mouth, "drink first."

She thought he was abnormal and twisted in her previous life, but now, it seems that she doesn't think so.

After her rebirth, she occasionally wondered what kind of affection Lu yanmu had for her, whether it was a kind of perverse possession and control, or a pet that he wanted to protect behind her all his life.

In her previous life, Lu yanmu's various confidential information had never defended her. Many times, she would discuss with his subordinates in front of her about what the outside world regarded as top secret information.

Qingmang, with her eyes slightly selected, went to the side of her body, put her hand on his shoulder and stretched out her head to read his documents. As always, she couldn't understand.

"You leave it, I'll drink later." Lu yanmu withdrew his sight and said a light sentence.

Lu yanmu slowly moved his eyes from her face to the bowl of soup on the table. The expression on her face was unpredictable.

Green mans see him like this, some want to purr mouth secretly smile, cough gently, and then mouth way: "I let the kitchen stew some soup, you try to taste how."

Lu yanmu thought it was the servant who was afraid of him when he heard the door ring and no one spoke. When he heard the slight footsteps, he frowned slightly. He looked up and saw Gu Qingmang. There was a trace of surprise when he saw the bowl of soup in her hand. He did not say anything.

Gently open the door to go in, a glance at the study, and finally will carry the things on the table opposite him.

Lu yanmu is buried in front of his desk. There is a trace of impatience on his cold face.

Standing at the door of green mans heard a cold "in" word, gently opened the door, put in a head to look inside.

"Kowtow..." The gentle knock on the door is particularly clear in the quiet study. Lu yanmu is looking at the company's report, and the sudden voice makes his brow slightly frown.

With his mouth pursed and his eyes pursed, his mathematics textbook in his hand, and thinking of Lu yanmu's performance in the afternoon, the corners of his lips were slightly curved.

Put down the English book, turned his head, eyes in a pile of books to browse, and finally settled on the mathematics textbook.

The weather outside was getting dark, and the number of pages turned over was more and more. Half an hour later, Qingmang closed the book and relaxed for a long time. The tired feeling on his face was gradually dispelled because of the lazy sleep.

Green mans nest in front of the French window, the books are full of the ground, holding the English textbook, marked with various colors, hands of the pen occasionally rub on the hair, occasionally bite in the mouth.

……

Take a glance at Gu Qingmang's bedroom at the end of the corridor, and then take a look at the closed door of the study, and shake your head gently.

After you come out, you can breathe a sigh of relief and follow the third master. How much bearing capacity do you need.

The big palm took over the bowl in his hand, and the bottom of his eyes was calm. He drank it up and put it down again. "Is that ok?"

Green mans face hanging a trace of cunning, and filled a bowl to him, "drink another bowl?"

Lu yanmu: