You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Strange to say, she couldn't understand anyone's math, only Lu Yanmu could.

Hmm... This is probably the destiny in the legend.

Under Lu Yanmu's hands-on teaching, the two days on the weekend seemed to pass very quickly, and when Qingmang was approaching, she wished she had just had a holiday, and she still had two days.

Qingmang stuffed the book into the schoolbag in her hand, and stared at the man in front of the desk without moving her eyes. It seemed that there was a life coin in front of her, and it would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Obviously it only takes a minute or two to pack up the proper things, but she dragged on for nearly fifteen minutes.

Taking into account the things he has accumulated, he has been teaching in the study for the past two days, but he has thoroughly experienced the feeling of being a president doing things.

Occasionally Song Yuan came in to report on work, and she was right beside him. She didn't know much about what they were talking about, and sure enough, this kind of thing was the job of the president.

After cleaning up, he sat on the sofa opposite him, staring at him recklessly with his hands on his chin.

Rao is that Lu Yanmu wanted to ignore this gaze, but he couldn't help but someone's gaze was too hot.

Finally, he lifted his eyes from the documents on the table, looked at the girl, and said coldly, If you don't want to go to school, you can study at home.

As soon as these words came out, Qingmang immediately retracted his gaze, picked up his schoolbag with one hand, and said solemnly, Excuse me, I'll leave now.

Although she is nostalgic for male sex, her career is obviously more important. What's more, she had already stayed an extra night and had to go back to class in the morning.

After she finishes the exam this time, she will come back and pamper him.

Lu Yanmu looked at her deeply, although the girl was nostalgic, she left without turning back.

His girls seem to be starting to grow up. Is it a good thing, or a bad thing?

...

Qingmang, who was so focused on the exam, obviously didn't think so much, so Song Yuan sent her back to school directly.

The same is to put her down at a distance from the campus, and then walk into the school.

When entering the school gate, by coincidence, I met Xiao Wei, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Seeing her walk in from outside, Xiao Wei first glanced back, then pulled her arm very affectionately, leaned in and whispered in her ear, Did Mr. Lu send you here?

Qingmang pretended not to know anything and nodded at her, Well, Lu Yanmu went to work and sent me over on the way. He said he didn't send it, he insisted on sending it...

With a helpless look, she glanced at Xiao Wei without a trace while she was speaking. Seeing that the expression on her face became a little ugly, she felt a little happy.

Xiao Wei let go of her hand and her tone became slightly subtler, Oh yes? Mr. Lu is so busy, you don't understand him.

Well... I said it, but it's not easy to refuse too much. You know his character, who would dare to disobey him. Qingmang lowered his head, and his long hair covered all his emotions.

Hey, you don't know. When I went back, he almost followed me. I told you secretly, don't tell others. Qingmang glanced around, with a guilty conscience.

Xiao Wei looked as if something major had happened, a gloating flash of schadenfreude flashed in her eyes, and she asked in a concerned tone, What's the matter, tell me, I won't tell anyone else.

Hmm... Qingmang pretended to be thinking, and finally clenched her teeth and stomped her foot, leaning closer to her ear, I slept in Lu Yanmu's bedroom for the past two nights...