Senior is my fake wife

Sui Zhen: "I..."

Fu Qiong: "Passing by?"

Fu Qiong and Sui Zhen stood side by side under the eaves at the entrance of the cafe.

Fu Qiong collapsed a pile of bags with his left hand, and took a sip of coffee: "...Or do you have a good friend who also lives in this building?"

"This." Sui Zhen ignored his words and handed over the things in his hand.

Fu Qiong saw that it was his umbrella.

Sui Zhen said, "Return the umbrella."

"You ran so far just to return my umbrella?" Fu Qiong said.

"Yes." Sui Zhen nodded.

"... Oh." Fu Qiong didn't pick it up, and raised the bag in her hand, "It's okay, I have a new love."

Sui Zhen showed a somewhat bewildered expression: "Xinhuan?"

Fu Qiong took out the umbrella: "I just bought it two hours ago, look, the tag hasn't been removed."

Sui Zhen looked at the umbrella, his shoulders relaxed slightly: "Oh."

Fu Qiong looked at him: "Are you here to return the umbrella?"

"..." Sui Zhen fell silent.

"Then invite me to dinner." Fu Qiong said, "I originally asked Bai Qin to have lunch, but he ran away temporarily."

Sui Zhen said indifferently: "Are you still together on National Day?"

"Well." Fu Qiong said, "Anyway, everyone is free, so we made an appointment to go shopping."

He thought for a while, then asked, "How do you know I live here?"

"You said yesterday that you have been living here." Sui Zhen said.

"You're not afraid that I'll lie to you." Fu Qiong smiled.

The rain still fell while they were talking.

Fu Qiong suddenly felt that the connection between many important events between him and Sui Zhen always seemed to be raining.

For example, this time, it was hard for him not to think of the first time they met, when Sui Zhen climbed up from the balcony.

But they're both... grown up now, in every sense of the word.

The two of them walked towards the park, and it was raining lightly outside.Sui Zhen had no choice but to hold Fu Qiong's umbrella, but Fu Qiong held up his new umbrella as he wished.

When Sui Zhen came to see him, he was really happy, but he was not happy at all, but rather embarrassed.

He is as reticent as before. Fu Qiong used to deliberately find something to talk about in order to break the embarrassment, but now he doesn't bother to talk. walking forward.

He warned himself, don't think deeply about why Sui Zhen made a big detour to return the broken umbrella, and don't think deeply about why he insisted on keeping that umbrella last night.This is a trap, this is definitely a trap...

As sensitive and delicate as he is, if he notices that the little sister in the coffee shop shows a little interest to him, Fu Qiong will cut it off immediately.But Sui Zhen... When he himself has been trapped in this vortex for many years, he will not be able to see the other party's mind at all.

If you simply don't guess or think about it, you will be much more relaxed.

"Where does the surname Bai work now?" Sui Zhen probably felt that someone had to break through this embarrassment, and fumbled in his pocket for a long time with one hand, he took out a pack of cigarettes.

"A design company." Fu Qiong raised the coffee in his hand, "It often makes derivative products for Tree Coffee."

"Oh." Sui Zhen lit a cigarette and looked at him sideways, "Very good, so does he have a date?"

"You really, why do you care about him so much?" Fu Qiong laughed.

"..." Sui Zhen didn't speak, and rolled his eyes, "I have no one to introduce him, so that he won't have nothing to do all day long."

"Your blind date?" Fu Qiong joked.

Sui Zhen fell silent and did not speak.

Fu Qiong felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach, and rubbed her stomach with her hands.

"Why don't I treat you to the cafeteria." Fu Qiong said, "I'm too hungry to walk."

"Okay." Sui Zhen nodded.

Fu Qiong took him to their company's staff canteen, a leisure area on the entire flat floor, with bright and comfortable colors.There are also several windows open during holidays, which is convenient for employees who come to work overtime.

Fu Qiong turned the bag on its back, took her employee card from it, and flipped through the health care products that hadn't been stuffed in the bag before.

"...Hey." Fu Qiong took it out and said to herself, "...forgot to throw it away."

"What is this?" Sui Zhen helped him carry a bag.

"Something for Baiqin." Fu Qiong said casually.

Sui Zhen's hand holding the bag paused, and picked up the shell while pinching the inner shell to have a look.

Fu Qiong raised her eyes, and did not forget to give him Amway: "If you usually work overtime, this fish oil is good for your eyes."

"You bought this for him?..." Sui Zhen murmured, "You care about him so much."

"I'm eating it too." Fu Qiong took the shell and threw it into the trash can. "It happened to be a special price, so I bought him two bottles."

Sui Zhen followed behind him with a smile: "If I were still here, would this 'handy' person be me?"

"..." Fu Qiong's expression was slightly shaken, but Sui Zhen couldn't see it.

He turned his head and flicked his card to him: "It's not easy to treat you to dinner? Order whatever you want."

The two ate and talked about some irrelevant topics.Fu Qiong didn't bother to ask Sui Zhen what he was doing now, or why he didn't live broadcast back then, and where he started the live broadcast now.

At least Sui Zhen seems to be living a good life, he can take care of himself, and his outline is more mature and tough than before, and there is a kind of sexiness that makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

He knew that Sui Zhen was doing well, and he was doing well, so that was fine.

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While thinking about it, Fu Qiong raised her hand to touch her abdomen.

Halfway through a meal, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I barely ate the rest, and started rubbing my belly with my hands.

"What's the matter?" Sui Zhen may have noticed his movements, and raised his head to ask.

"It's late for dinner, and I'm a little sick." Fu Qiong smiled, "I'll be fine in a while."

The two of them put away the dinner plate, and Fu Qiong rubbed his belly behind him, and it felt better after taking two steps.Sui Zhen glanced at him, helped him lift the bag in his hand and said, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it's a small matter." Fu Qiong was not polite, "I don't know what's wrong with my stomach in the past few years, I'm very delicate."

Sui Zhen's tone was cold: "If I don't pay attention to my body, no matter how many health supplements I take, it won't help."

"Aren't you too?" Fu Qiong looked at him, "I wanted to tell you when I saw you yesterday, you lost weight."

"Is there?" Sui Zhen said.

During the conversation, the two had already walked from the cafeteria to the door of the apartment complex.

"Won't you let me go up and sit down?" Sui Zhen asked.

"..." Fu Qiong really didn't intend to do this, and said tactfully, "The upper part of me is too small, there is only one bed."

"It's okay." Sui Zhen said.

Fu Qiong still shook her head, and handed him the umbrella: "Take it, you don't need to pay it back next time."

Sui Zhen held the umbrella, looked at himself and said, "Then I don't owe you?"

"What?" Fu Qiong asked inexplicably.

"You won't disappear again, right?" Sui Zhen said something incoherent again.

"...Huh?" Fu Qiong smiled, "What are you talking about? I never disappeared."

Then he put away his smile: "It's just that you didn't look for me."

After finishing speaking, Fu Qiong turned her head and went into the corridor, waving with her back to Sui Zhen: "Go back early and rest."

He got on the elevator, pressed the floor, and returned to his tiny apartment.

Standing at the window and looking down for a while, Sui Zhen seemed to have just left, because he recognized his umbrella, and watched the umbrella move in the increasingly hazy rain scene.

It's easy to feel this way when you eat late at noon.

When she got home, she still felt stomach cramps and was not very comfortable. Fu Qiong went back to lie down for a while, thinking that her strange stomach disease must be the root cause of what happened during the internship.

"Hey." Fu Qiong sighed, and rubbed her face against the pillow.

This time I accidentally fell asleep.

Fu Qiong yawned. It was past eight o'clock in the evening. He sat up and poured himself a glass of water. His stomach was already healed.

The stomach is healed, and I am hungry again. The essence of human beings is pigs.

Fu Qiong was about to go to the supermarket downstairs to buy something, opened the door, and found a plastic bag of medicine hanging on the doorknob.

"...What is this?" Fu Qiong picked it up and looked at it.

He turned it over, and it seemed that it was all stomach medicine.

Employees have to swipe their cards to get in and out of the apartment, and ordinary people cannot get in.Fu Qiong went downstairs to the butler at the front desk, and asked the security guard in the building: "Brother, who came into the building and put it on my door?"

The security guard on duty said: "Hey, someone said to bring you some medicine, saying that you might be sleeping. I'll knock on your door, and it seems that you are sleeping."

"..." Fu Qiong whispered, "Is it a man, tall, wearing a black sports coat..."

"Yes, yes, yes," said the security guard.

"... Oh." Fu Qiong put it away speechlessly, "Thank you."

He went out with the medicine in his hand, walked around the supermarket, and sent a message to Sui Zhen while walking around.

——Thank you for the medicine.

Sui Zhen will reply later.

Mr. Zhen:

—Although I think you have them at home.

viburnu:

——Then what will you buy me? ?

Mr. Zhen:

—Let you thank me.

The corner of Fu Qiong's mouth twitched, feeling funny and thinking that this behavior was really naive for more than ten years, he replied:

——Then I'm done thanking you.

Mr. Zhen:

--Um.

viburnu:

--Um.

Fu Qiong let out a breath and put the phone in his pocket.

In the past, when meeting Sui Zhen, she would not be so clingy, otherwise she would not have been silent for so long, what happened this time, not only clingy, but even a little attentive.

……

After the [-]th, on Fu Qiong's first day at work, a project department was first taken to a meeting by the master.

"A meeting." Annie patted Fu Qiong's table.

"Oh." Fu Qiong stood up, took her notebook, and followed Annie to the meeting room.

There are a lot of meetings recently, and they often jam between their work, which makes Fu Qiong a little irritable, because a lot of time will be broken into pieces, which greatly affects work efficiency.

"What kind of meeting is going to be held?" Annie was also complaining to the team leaders of other groups, "Why are there so many things going on every day?"

"The product is about to go online, and it's not a day or two to be irritable at the top. In these few days, prepare to work overtime every day." Another person said.

Fu Qiong found a seat at the back of the large meeting room, which looked very similar to the lecture theater where they had lectures at school. When they were full, several leaders came in one after another.

He put the teacup away and opened his notebook.

The theme of the meeting was nothing more than the new version of Xianxia online game that their rival company, Hongyi Interactive Entertainment, is about to launch. It is said that it is a subversive version that has been warmed up since the middle of this year. It will open new races, new dungeons, and new plots. Online and new levels, once launched, will conflict with the brand new online game they will launch early next year, and may have a huge impact on the game market.

However, the entanglement between Hongyi and Chengli has been going on for a long time. If I really want to write it, maybe I can write a history of the company's fortune with about [-] words.

Compared with Chengli, a 15-year-old game company, Hongyi is a type that exploded in the later stage. It was originally just a healthy competition between the two parties in the commercial field. As a result, at a game summit forum in a certain year, Hongyi’s boss disclosed Chengli’s strange yin and yang at the meeting. The new project plagiarized the idea, and the two parties formed a knot.

When Fu Qiong came here, he was issued a staff handbook with Cheng Li's corporate slogan on it: Create games into dreams and art.

But in the past three years, he has been able to popularize science for new employees. The other part of this slogan is: "Projects can lose money, but Hongyi must die."

Anyway, in the past few years, whenever the two parties have some projects online, the other party’s public relations will start to work, buy black marketing, pull and step, and give players all kinds of exaggerated benefits in the game to attract them not to play each other’s games, a kind of discord The immediate sense of sight of the other party's unstoppable work has caused Hong Yi to release a new version of the game this year, and everyone is looking forward to what will happen to Cheng Li.

"This time they didn't reveal too much to the industry. There was no media trial first, a closed beta, and no other plots or new races revealed, so we will see as much as the waiting fans see. It is completely closed. I at least believe that this is an action against us, so I hope that the art and planning will unite and start to advance at full speed as soon as their new version is online, and try their best to create some strategies that can target them. Detailed refinement to ensure that our new game can be launched smoothly in the first half of next year."

"Game time counts as overtime, and we take turns to analyze during working hours. Our analysts will fully cooperate with you and collect the data you need. This time, our new year's online game has a high probability of colliding with the opponent, so go all out and give me a good job." study'!"

The audience began to whisper, and Fu Qiong yawned, wondering if he should talk about paid games so fresh and refined.

And with that comes endless overtime.