You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

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

Qing Mang rummaged all the software on Lu Yanmu's mobile phone back and forth, but he didn't find a game that could be played. This person is simply the image of a lively old cadre.

Qingmang said that he didn't know what to say, so except that WeChat could be used, Qingmang felt that other applications were not suitable for him at all.

Originally I wanted to use his WeChat to chat with others, but then I thought about Lu Yanmu because he was relieved that she gave her the phone. It would not be a good move to check his WeChat.

Is it really necessary to temporarily download some games to play? But like the King and Chicken League of Legends, she is tired of playing, relying on boredom to pass the time, she has been marked the highest level, it seems that for her, there are not many challenges, not very fun.

Forget it, she still read the book honestly.

Qing Mang quietly put down the phone again, went to read the rest of the books, comforted himself, knowing more about this financial knowledge might be a good thing, maybe she can become a female Buffett or a domineering female president in the future, just think about it. I feel pretty cool.

Lu Yanmu, who had been busy all the time, occasionally raised his eyes and saw Qingmang with his legs crossed and lying lazily on the sofa. He looked bored but had to bury his head in reading. It was a bit of a joke, which made people wonder. laugh.

In fact, looking at it this way, Qing Mang is still very easy to learn, but occasionally likes to play some cleverness, which proves from another side that her head is flexible enough.

Lu Yanmu didn't care about her anymore, letting her do what she did, he was relieved to deal with work matters, so he could finish it early and go back to rest earlier.

He seemed to see that Qingmang was a little overwhelmed.

When Qing Mang first started to read, he could hold on to it. After reading for a long time, he suddenly felt that the words in front of him were a little erratic, no matter how he looked at them, he rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked at it wide. , It doesn't seem to alleviate much.

Ah, what should I do, is her eye problem, or these words want to play hide-and-seek with her.

Qingmang felt that she could hold on at first, 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 looked a little hazy. , Looking confused.

Blinking and blinking, his eyes fell uncontrollably, and he couldn't lift it up with any effort.

Well, she seemed to think that Gong Zhou was asking her to play chess together.

Qing Mang nodded and nodded. Finally, he planted his head directly on the sofa, with his legs still crossed. It seemed that this posture was a little hard to say.

Lu Yanmu only heard a shallow "boom" and looked up to see Qingmang's whole body planted on the sofa, his face pressed against the sofa, sleeping soundly and a little sweetly.

Slightly helplessly shook his head, this girl is really stiff-tempered, 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 next to him and kept staring at the little face, and finally reached out his hand and stroked it gently, sighing almost invisible.

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

For some reason, there was a faint anxiety that would surprise him.