You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang didn't think so much. After eating and drinking enough, he walked around the Suyuan Garden, as a walk after a meal, and was also thinking about future plans.

After the exam this time, she can stay. After staying, she needs to study carefully and enter the film school in Hwaseong. She needs professional knowledge to enter the entertainment circle step by step.

But this summer after the college entrance examination, she needs to find something to do, let her look back at the major events in the entertainment industry this year.

Hmm...If you remember correctly, this year will happen to be ready to start shooting a film that will blow up after its release. The director is a very talented person. Several films he directed are very popular, but because of his stubborn personality, he is unwilling to succumb to The market, in harmony with the capitalists, has been exposed to many negative influences, and its own business has been hit hard.

The film he prepared this year was his three years of hard work, but unfortunately, because of the decline in fame and some deliberate suppression, from the preparation to the shooting to the review to the release, he experienced many hurdles and almost couldn't be released.

After it was released, it detonated the circle of friends. Basically, they were brushing up on this movie. It ushered in a double harvest of box office and word of mouth. This director also ushered in the peak of his career again. If you can learn things with him, it will be great.

After thinking about it, make up your mind and find a time to meet the director for a while. Anyone knows the icing on the cake, but giving charcoal in the snow is even more memorable.

After setting the plan, all she has to do now is to review well and face the mid-term exam.

There are no major problems with the rest, she can remember, but mathematics makes it a headache when she thinks about it.

Looking up at the light in the study room on the second floor, it was time to move out the rescuer.

Holding a math textbook in his arms, Qing Mang knocked on Lu Yanmu's door, and first peeked into a small furry head to peek at him.

Lu Yanmu was focusing on reviewing the company's documents at this time. He glanced at her and said nothing.

It doesn't seem surprising for her to come.

With a sweet smile, Qing Mang walked behind him, "Aren't you tired?" It looked like a little wife at home.

Lu Yanmu didn't raise his head either, he hummed, and continued to work on what he was doing.

Qing Mang secretly glanced at the document he was looking at, well, it was something she couldn't understand again.

"Then let me press it for you." Without waiting for his consent, the little hand was directly on his shoulder, and the arm was squeezed and pressed.

The moment her hand touched her shoulder, Lu Yanmu froze. He has never liked physical contact with others, even if he does not resist Qing Mang's contact, but for so long, Qing Mang has never actively touched him. Suddenly someone squeezed his shoulders, and he couldn't react for a while.

The girl's small hand, which was not light and not gravitational, was just right, and slowly pressed and pinched on his shoulder, it really relieved a lot of tiredness.

If I wanted to refuse, I didn't say anything. The originally slightly stiff limbs gradually relaxed as the girl slowly pinched, and finally closed her eyes, following her rhythm, slowly dispelling the fatigue of the day.

"Are you very tired today?" Qing Mang tilted his head, watching him rarely reveal a trace of fatigue, and there was a faint black green under his eyelids, which inexplicably felt sorry for him.

His body was overdrafted after working overtime year after year and staying up all night, and finally it got worse and worse.

The person who stood at the top of the pyramid since he was a child in the mouths of others, behind the invisible, paid much, I am afraid that only he himself knows.