You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Hmm... She seemed to be thinking of someone.

This person's IQ is definitely one of the best, and mathematics is definitely a piece of cake for him, but I don't know if he is willing to teach.

Qingmang held the phone and turned around unconsciously in his hand. After a while, he logged on to WeChat and clicked on Lu Yanmu's dialog box.

Nice and delicious Qingmangmang: Lu Yanmu, are you busy?

Qingmang pressed the send button with an uneasy mood. The chat record between her and Lu Yanmu was still a month ago.

It seemed that in her impression, she didn't talk to Lu Yanmu on WeChat very much. Most of the time, she just made direct phone calls. After three or two sentences, she never said more.

After posting, Qingmang lost his phone and went to read carefully.

There are only less than two weeks left before the next mock exam. She has to race against the clock to make up for the two years she has missed.

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The huge office was silent, the rectangular conference table was full of people, and a low air pressure permeated the entire conference room. The company executives who were sitting didn't even dare to breathe, and they were in a state of high tension.

The man sitting directly above the conference room frowned slightly, his body exuding a bone-eroding chill, his eagle eyes swept coldly over the person sitting below, the expression on his face was obscure.

Buzz... The sudden sound of the phone vibrating made everyone subconsciously cover the phone in their pockets, for fear that it was their own phone ringing.

After realizing that the man sitting at the front had sent out the cell phone, there was a flash of surprise.

When Lu Yanmu heard the notification sound from the phone, his brows furrowed even more, and a hint of impatience flashed across his deep eyes.

When he saw the name on the screen, his frown instantly relaxed.

He picked up the phone from the table with his sharp-boned hand and opened it, and the message from Gu Qingmang came into view in an instant.

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

At this time, Qingmang was biting his pen in a difficult struggle with the big math boss. When he heard the prompt, he didn't make any sense and continued to fight.

It wasn't until she stared at the question for five minutes that she thought of who was replying to the message, and hurriedly clicked to read it.

Seeing Lu Yanmu's succinct reply: What? After the two words, Qingmang felt that what she asked was not quite right.

With the tip of the pen in his mouth, he considered how to speak more appropriately.

She wanted Lu Yanmu to teach her math, but for someone like Lu Yanmu, who had hundreds of millions in minutes, it seemed like a waste of time.

I glanced at the desk calendar on the desktop, um... it's the weekend. Blinking his eyes, he thought of something in his heart.

Nice and delicious Qingmangmang: Well...tomorrow is the weekend.

After sending it, Qingmang kept staring at the dialog box, and after about a minute, the message came back.

Lu Yanmu: So?

Boom... Qingmang's head slammed on the table all of a sudden, well, he knew that would be the result.

Nice and delicious Qingmangmang: Don't you miss me if you don't see me for a few days?

Qingmang held a mobile phone, and after sending the message, she had a wicked smile on her face, hmm... She seemed to be able to imagine what Lu Yanmu would look like after seeing it.

Just thinking about what was going on in her heart, the phone buzzed and vibrated. After seeing the caller ID, she was so frightened that she almost lost her phone.