You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Hmm... She seemed to think of someone.

This person's IQ is definitely one of the best. For him, mathematics is definitely a piece of cake, but he doesn't know if he wants to teach.

Qing Mang was holding the phone, turning it around unconsciously in his hand. After turning for a while, he logged on WeChat and opened Lu Yanmu's dialog box.

Nice and delicious Green Mang: Lu Yanmu, are you busy?

Qing Mang pressed the send button with a sense of anxiety. The chat history between her and Lu Yanmu remained at one month ago.

She seemed to remember that she hadn't talked much about WeChat with Lu Yanmu. More time, she would call directly, and she would never say more after she had finished speaking in a few sentences.

After sending it out, Qing Mang lost his phone and went to read the book seriously.

There is only less than two weeks left until the next mock test. Every second is determined by her to make up for the two years that have been missing.

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The huge office is silent, the rectangular conference table is full of people, and a low air pressure fills the entire conference room. The sitting company executives dare not even breathe in the atmosphere, and their spirits are in a state of high tension.

The man sitting directly above the meeting room frowned slightly, and his body was exuding bone-cutting chill, his eagle eyes coldly swept over the person sitting down, the expression on his face was vague.

"Buzzing..." The sudden sound of mobile phone vibrating scared everyone into subconsciously covering the mobile phone in their pocket, for fear that their mobile phone was ringing. After knowing that it was not, Yomo breathed a sigh of relief.

After realizing that the phone of the man sitting at the head was sent out, a little surprise flashed by.

When Lu Yanmu heard the phone prompt, his brow furrowed more severely, and a trace of impatience flashed across his deep eyes.

When I saw the name on the screen, my brows were frowned, and he instantly relaxed.

With a well-knotted hand, he picked up the phone from the desktop and swiped it away. The message from Gu Qingmang instantly caught my eye.

Lu Yanmu stared at this sentence closely, paused for a moment, tapped his finger on the screen a few times, and returned the message.

Qing Mang was biting his pen and fighting a difficult fight with the math boss. When he heard the prompt sound, he didn't make any sense and continued to fight.

It wasn't until she stared at the question for five minutes that she realized who was returning the message, so she hurriedly clicked on it.

Seeing that Lu Yanmu replied concisely: What? After the two words, Qing Mang felt that she was asking something wrong.

Biting the pen in his mouth, thinking about how to speak more suitable.

She wanted Lu Yanmu to teach her mathematics, but it seemed a waste of time for people like Lu Yanmu who had hundreds of millions every minute.

Eyes glanced at the desk calendar on the desktop, uh... it's going to be the weekend. Blinking his eyes, he came up with an attention from the bottom of my heart.

Nice and delicious Green Mang: Well... tomorrow is the weekend.

After sending it, Qingmang kept his eyes on the dialog box, and after about a minute, the message came back.

Lu Yanmu: So?

"Boom..." Qing Mang's head slammed on the table. Okay, I knew it would be like this.

Nice and delicious green mang: I haven't seen you in a few days, don't you miss me?

Qing Mang was holding a cell phone, and after sending the message, she smirked, um... she seemed to be able to imagine what Lu Yanmu looked like after seeing it.

Just thinking about what was in her mind, the phone buzzed and vibrated. After seeing the caller ID, she was so scared that she almost lost the phone.