You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

At this time, the Lu's Group is holding a high-level meeting, and all the executives are listening to the report of the marketing director with 10,000 points, for fear of missing any news.

You should know that even if you are not talking about the content related to their department, you should not be distracted at the meeting. You must always pay attention to where the reporter said, and you must not miss some information. Otherwise, if Lu Sanye finds that he is distracted, it will be very useful. Maybe it's me who died, or the kind that is miserable.

Lu Yanmu was sitting in the middle, holding his hands folded on his abdomen, his face was frost that has not changed for thousands of years, and his deep eyes seemed to contain a layer of turbulent waves that would obliterate everyone present.

The marketing director reported all the content in a trembling manner, and then stood aside and waited for Lu Yanmu to speak.

Seeing Lu Yanmu's face, he felt uneasy, and silently reached out his hand to wipe a drop of sweat from his forehead, feeling as uncomfortable as a prisoner about to be sentenced.

Damn, he feels like torment every time he gets to this kind of time. The president of their family is really terrifying.

Lu Yanmu stared at the PPT being shown, and then glanced at the marketing director on the side. Just as he wanted to speak, the phone on the desktop suddenly vibrated. After scanning the information content, handsome eyebrows frowned, the frost on his face even worse, the air pressure inside the room dropped sharply, with a trace of pressure.

When the marketing director saw this posture, his feet softened and he almost knelt down. No, this is the content of the report that he has spent nearly a month revising over and over again.

If this is really the case, he is probably going to leave behind.

He was a big man, suddenly feeling a little bit of sorrow that he wanted to cry without tears.

Sure enough, meeting a man who is stronger than himself is a very challenging and oppressive thing.

After Lu Yanmu finished scanning the information, his face instantly became ugly, and his deep eyes were filled with chill.

Very well, he couldn't bear to touch Gu Qingmang's finger, and there were people who dare to move him boldly.

The hands clenched into fists against the back of the chair, the blue veins bulged, and the cold was raging around without control. For a moment, the people present felt that Lu Yanmu was colder than the air conditioner.

Well, some people are probably going to be unlucky.

The eyes of everyone looking at the marketing director were filled with sympathy for an instant. The marketing director felt a change in the atmosphere and suffered a bitter face. Couldn't it make him go smoothly?

Looking sideways at Song Yuan, Song Yuan on the side came over knowingly. After seeing the content on the message, he opened his mouth and said: "San Ye, I see, I will deal with it now."

"Yeah." Lu Yanmu replied coldly, tapped his index finger on the tabletop, his face was covered with a layer of haze, and he said indifferently, "Let them all disappear in Hwaseong."

Song Yuan nodded, "I know, San Ye, don't worry, this matter will be handled properly."

When Song Yuan was watching the big news, he was silently mourning for them. Hey, he didn't provoke him, so he ran to provoke Miss Gu.

If San Ye might not have made such a big fire in the past, but now it is different. Everything related to Miss Gu is the first line.

After Song Yuan agreed and just wanted to deal with the matter, Lu Yanmu behind him spoke again: "Bring her back first."

Song Yuan paused for a while before realizing who she was referring to in his mouth.

Well, let him go there in person.

Probably Miss Gu didn't know that San Ye sent someone to look at her. If he reveals his stuff, he probably won't be able to go back.

The most important thing is Gu Qingmang now, but he is not as foolish as before.