You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After Qingmang finished posting, he ignored them and left WeChat to play other apps.

Qingmang rummaged through all the software on Lu Yanmu's mobile phone back and forth, but he didn't find a game that he could play.

Qingmang said that he didn't know what to say, so apart from WeChat, Qingmang felt that the rest of the applications were not suitable for him at all.

Originally, he wanted to use his WeChat to chat with others, but then he thought that Lu Yanmu gave her the phone because he was assured of her. It would not be a good move to look through his WeChat.

Is it really necessary to temporarily download some games to play? But the king and the chicken-eating League of Legends, she is already tired of playing, relying on boredom to pass the time, she has already reached the highest level, it seems that for her, there is not much challenge, not very fun.

Forget it, she still read books honestly.

Qingmang silently put down the phone again, went to read the rest of the books, and comforted himself, knowing more about these financial knowledge may be a good thing, maybe he can become a female version of Buffett in the future, or a domineering female CEO, think about it. I feel pretty cool.

Lu Yanmu, who has been busy all the time, accidentally raised his eyes and saw Qingmang with his legs crossed, lying lazily on the sofa, looking very bored but having to bury his head in reading. laugh.

In fact, looking at it this way, Qingmang is still very good at learning, but she likes to play some clever tricks occasionally, which proves from another aspect that her head is flexible enough.

Lu Yanmu didn't care about her anymore, he let her do whatever he wanted, while he was at ease in dealing with the work, finishing it early and going back to rest early.

He seemed to see that Qingmang couldn't stand it.

When Qingmang first started reading, he could hold on to it, but after reading for a long time, he suddenly felt that the words in front of him were a little erratic, and no matter how he looked at it, it was not in the box. He rubbed his eyes hard and then opened his eyes. , does not seem to alleviate much.

Ah, what should I do, is there something wrong with her eyes, or these words want to play hide-and-seek with her.

At first, Qingmang felt that she could hold on and would not be defeated by these erratic words from time to time, but after a long time, she felt inexplicably that it was not the words that were erratic, but that her head was erratic, and everything was a little hazy. , in a confused look.

Blinking his eyes, his eyes fell uncontrollably, and he couldn't even lift them up.

Well, she seemed to think that Duke Zhou was greeting her to play chess together.

Qingmang nodded his head, and finally his head was planted directly on the sofa, his legs were still crossed, and it seemed that this posture was a bit difficult to describe.

Lu Yanmu only heard a thump sound, and when he looked up, he saw that Qingmang's whole body was planted on the sofa, his face was against the sofa, and he was sleeping soundly and sweetly.

Shaking her head helplessly, this girl has a very stiff temper and will not give in at all until the last moment.

After a while, he packed up the things on the table and walked over, sat beside him and kept staring at the little face, and finally reached out and stroked it lightly, sighing almost invisible.

What should I do, what is the best choice for you?

For some reason, there was a vague sense of unease that would surprise him.