You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang glanced at Yan Qiu without a trace. The legendary cold-faced beauty, although young, has a skillful manner of acting that can't find faults, and her eyebrows are vigorous and vigorous, and she is quite domineering female president.

But she really didn't like Yan Qiu. Although nothing unpleasant happened in this life, in the previous life, their relationship was really not harmonious.

If she didn't know about the past life, she would probably think that Yan Qiu was really willing to help her, but in the end, she paid a painful price for it.

Looking back on many things, I realized that they were not as simple as they were originally.

The atmosphere cooled down for a while, and Yan Qiu was not a talkative person. Qing Mang knew her character, so naturally he would not have a hot face and a cold butt.

"I'll come over and send some information to Amu." Yan Qiu explained his intentions.

Qing Mang leaned on the sofa and nodded, "You are free, he went to a meeting, and he should be back later."

"I know, he asked me to come over." Yan Qiu said indifferently, with a somewhat upright demeanor.

Qing Mang smiled and said nothing.

Show off her relationship with Lu Yanmu in front of her? Very good, I will know who is the last woman to laugh in the future.

Yan Qiu glanced at her without much reaction, walked to the desk, put the files in his hand on the desk, and sorted the desk smoothly.

Qing Mang glanced at Yan Qiu's behavior through the peripheral light, a smile was drawn at the corner of his lips, and he shook his head without saying a word. He picked up the book left aside and pretended to be reading.

If she left it before, she might take the initiative to find something to ease the embarrassment, but now that she knows what the other person thinks, she doesn't need to be boring.

If you live longer, you will be the number, and the face is not so thick, you can't take the initiative to talk.

Since Yan Qiu wanted to do this, she should do it. Whether she did it or not, Lu Yanmu's heart was with her.

After Yan Qiu finished the things on the desk, he turned and walked towards the door, but he paused when passing by Gu Qingmang, glanced at her, and said, "This book is not for you, I don't understand."

Before Qing Mang could speak, he opened the door and left without giving her any chance to speak, and the expression on her face remained unchanged from beginning to end.

Qing Mang almost exploded when she heard it, and threw the book on the sofa. What the hell, she said she couldn't understand it?

Yan Qiu was really arrogant and arrogant. His heart was higher than the sky, and no one looked at him. I'm afraid it is really only Lu Yanmu who can see her.

But I'm very embarrassed. With her, Yan Qiu couldn't catch Lu Yanmu's eyes.

Qingmang breathed a sigh of relief, inexplicably feeling that it was not smooth, but she didn't know why, as expected, she became nervous.

The door of the thinking room was pushed open, and Lu Yanmu walked in, with a layer of frost covering his face, his expression serious, and a layer of discomfort between his eyebrows.

When he saw Qing Mang, his expression eased a little, and he walked towards her.

Seeing his expression, Qing Mang seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and first walked over and took his hand, pressing him on the sofa.

Qing Mang walked around him, paused, stretched out his hand to press his temple, and asked softly, "Is he tired?"

Seeing him like this, it is estimated that it has taken a lot of attention, like him, the body will be unbearable one day sooner or later, and the results will be the same after saying several times.