Chapter 482 Sharp and Deep

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang indifferently, then stood up abruptly, buttoned his suit jacket, and walked towards her with heavy footsteps.

The leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor and slowly walked towards her with a bang. The sound, like a bell, entered her eardrums, eroding her psychological defense line.

Qingmang folded his hands on his legs, showing the most natural state. In fact, his palms were slowly sweating, and his face was as calm and charming as always, but beneath the calm and charming, there was panic and anxiety.

Dealing with a man like Lu Yanmu was really not a good experience.

Lu Yanmu walked slowly in front of Qingmang and stood still, leaning over to look at her, the expression on his face was obscure, the bottom of his eyes was clear and bright, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people, sharp and deep.

Qingmang was sitting on the sofa, and only felt that the eyes that fell on her made her seem like a transparent person, and she could see through her thoughts at a glance.

Holding on to his composure, his face was very calm, and he met Lu Yanmu's eyes head on, but he did not dodge in the slightest, but went straight to meet him like that.

The bottom of Qingmang's eyes was incomparably calm and fearless. In Lu Yanmu's penetrating eyes, he did not lose the battle at all, but did not lose at all.

Lu Yanmu regained his usual coldness, suddenly withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, raised his left hand leisurely, Feng Qingyun lightly stroked his sleeves, his movements were elegant and reserved, and he looked exactly like a noble son, which was the same as his previous performance. Far from it.

Qingmang was a little unpredictable about his behavior, but he was a little caught off guard when he came out like this suddenly.

What should she do at this time? Step forward to help you with your sleeves? Reflect the potential of a good wife and a good mother?

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang from the corner of his eye, and saw that she was absent-minded for a moment, a cold light flashed in the bottom of her eyes, and then suddenly bent down, approaching Qingmang directly.

Qingmang was in a trance, guessing what Lu Yanmu's behavior meant. In a blink of an eye, I saw Lu Yanmu's handsome face magnified countless times, only a finger away from her, squinting slightly, staring straight at her, full of oppression.

When Lu Yanmu approached, out of self-protection consciousness, Qingmang fell back and leaned on the sofa, while Lu Yanmu stretched out his hands directly, propped them on the sides, and imprisoned Qingmang in a small place.

"What's the purpose of pushing Song Yuan down the stairs?" Lu Yanmu looked directly into Qingmang's eyes, and asked abruptly.

"No...it's not that I don't have it!" Perhaps he had already prepared the answer subconsciously, and when faced with Lu Yanmu's sudden question, he subconsciously denied the statement.

Qingmang was only panicked for a second or two. After realizing what Lu Yanmu was asking, he looked at him and said firmly, "This is really an accident and has no purpose."

When he spoke, his words were firm, and he didn't even look at Lu Yanmu, he didn't dodge at all, he was honest.

Lu Yanmu glanced down at Qingmang, at such a close distance, he didn't see Qingmang dodging in the slightest, his eyes were very firm.

Under such circumstances, she was able to maintain such calmness, which made him a little impressed.

When he got here, he already knew that in Qingmang's mouth, he couldn't ask the rest.