Chapter 122

What can be done? Is she going to have to take tough measures.

Lu yanmu was very obedient. She pulled him to sit down and leaned on the sofa. He stretched out his hand and pulled his tie. He took a deep breath with his eyes closed. He said, "it's OK."

Qingmang is half sitting on the sofa, pressing his little hand on his temple, and looking at Lu yanmu from the side, he is always cold, but his brows are tired.

The look in the eyes of the third master is really frightening. Rao is that he often follows the third master, and he can't stand the look.

Song Yuan's blood was frozen when he saw the cold eyes. The whole person was frozen in place and did not dare to move.

After hearing the news, Lu yanmu frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes to song yuan, which was extremely cold.

Is considering whether to wake him up, the door is directly pushed open, Song Yuan carrying a bag directly walked in.

But is it too heavy to hold her like this? Don't you dare to make him numb again?

After a little movement, Lu yanmu murmured in a low voice. He was so scared that Qingmang did not dare to move again, so as not to affect his rest.

Although Qingmang was held, he didn't dare to relax completely. The whole process was stiff. After a while, his back began to feel uncomfortable.

Listening to the even breath and smelling the familiar smell, Qingmang wants to live a life in peace and quiet. Despite the noise outside, they have their own world.

Qingmang didn't adapt to this feeling. He wanted to move his hands, but he didn't dare to move. In the end, sweat oozed from his forehead and even his nose was covered with sweat.

She was hugged by Lu yanmu and her back was against him. Her body temperature penetrated through her thin clothes, which was sultry. Although the air conditioner is on, but inexplicably feel that there is a dry heat rising from the bottom of my heart, and gradually spread.

The sound of breathing was in her ears, and the warm breath fluttered on her neck, like a feather fan. She felt a little itchy, but she didn't dare to move when she wanted to scratch it.

Heard the words with a little tired, green mang soft hearted in a mess, honest nest in his arms, dare not move.

Green mans just want to move, deep like cello voice on the top of the ear ring: "don't move, let me lie for a while."

Well, you have to pay it back.

Before Qingmang could react, Lu yanmu's chin was put on her shoulder, and her hands imprisoned her. He was a bit gentle in his domineering.

As soon as the big hand was fished, Qingmang fell into Lu yanmu's arms and sat on his legs.

Lu yanmu only felt that his shoulder was heavy. The soft and sticky voice of the girl came into his ears like a breeze, which took away the residual tiredness.

"Lu yanmu, are you tired recently?" Qing mang put his head on his shoulder, looked at him and asked.

So has his body started to have problems?

The impression of Lu yanmu never had such an expression, or in his body, there was no time when he was tired.

Qingmang naturally felt the chill that Lu yanmu sent out in a moment. Even though his arms were warm, they seemed to be a hotbed full of cold, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand and gently tugged at Lu yanmu's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Lu yanmu..."

Was Lu yanmu so gentle in front of her that she forgot what Lu yanmu looked like in the beginning?