Senior is my fake wife

"The other party's psychology is like this." Fu Qiong said, "Anyway, Party A wants to paint like this, so let's do it according to his wishes."

"It's really ugly." The colleague said, "I don't even understand why it is drawn like this."

"If you can understand what Party A means, you won't be sitting here." Fu Qiong said.

He returned to his seat, huddled next to Liao Xin, took a sip of coffee, and sighed.

"Isn't it quite helpless?" Liao Xin said.

"What can I do." Fu Qiong said, "If I were younger, I would change my career immediately, and if I had more money, I would resign immediately. Unfortunately, I have neither impulse nor capital now."

"Why are you not young anymore? Do you have any misunderstanding about your age?" Liao Xin said.

"I believe that Team Leader Fu is a college student." A little girl opposite said, "Team Leader Fu, do you want to participate in some trainee audition? I think you are very suitable."

"It's time to debut." Another person said.

"...Just talk nonsense." Fu Qiong said helplessly.

Liao Xin said: "Don't tell me, I watched the draft with my partner a few days ago, oh, this year's little fresh meat is called Su Bo or something, I thought to myself what is this? Why do little girls like it now? This kind?"

"Then why Party A doesn't like your paintings?" Annie asked.

"..." Liao Xin picked up the pen, "That's right, but I just think Fu Qiong can do it. Is Fu Qiong really not considering debuting? Our office will change jobs collectively, and immediately set up your studio. Don't rob me."

"It's so noisy to you." Fu Qiong slapped the table with a smile, "Hurry up and draw!"

Fu Qiong walked two strokes on the board, and suddenly said: "Ah, I said it feels weird, I took the wrong pen."

"Absent-minded, you." Liao Xin said, "I just found out now."

"Can I be here..." Fu Qiong said, "I'll go back and get it."

"Now?" Liao Xin said.

"You draw first. There is a problem with the adaptation of this pen, and it always hurts to drop it." Fu Qiong said.

Liao Xin said: "Go, go, can you bring me some fried chicken on the way back?"

"..." Fu Qiong glanced at him, "OK."

He hurried downstairs. Annie's house is not far from his house, and you can get there by riding a shared bicycle. Usually, Fu Qiong goes to the subway station first, confirms that Sui Zhen has left, and then comes out from another exit, and then begins to ride. gallop.

Thinking about it for almost a month, Sui Zhen didn't doubt it, and didn't realize that it was really Amitabha.

Fu Qiong parked the car downstairs and quickly entered the building. He entered the house and ran into Sui Zhen's room.

His pen was placed next to Sui Zhen. Fu Qiong quickly put the pen into the bag, but she always felt the smell of cigarettes in the air.

He looked again, and there were two cigarettes in the ashtray in Sui Zhen's room.

"...Huh?" Fu Qiong froze for a moment.

Sui Zhen seldom smokes recently, after he wiped the ashtray clean and put it near the window sill last time, he didn't move it again.

At least when he went out with Sui Zhen in the morning, he was sure there was nothing inside.

Has Sui Zhen come back?

Come back to get something like him?

Fu Qiong didn't think much, and was about to leave, but when she was about to leave, she saw two sheets of paper pressed under the keyboard of Sui Zhen's notebook. Because of the abruptness, she could see the haste in the folder, which caught Fu Qiong's attention.

There was always a feeling that something was wrong, he looked down for a second, and finally raised his hand and pulled it out. He was stunned the moment he took it out, because there were four prominent characters on it - "Notice of Suspension".

Fu Qiong's eyes widened, and then he saw Sui Zhen's name.

Suspended without pay, not allowed to participate in the next test and other work of the project, the time to resume the position will be notified separately.

No reason was written, only the date, which started the day before yesterday. It seemed that the incident happened suddenly.

Fu Qiong couldn't figure it out, what did Sui Zhen do to suddenly be suspended from his job, wasn't he still devoting himself to the new version of the game before?Didn't you say that you will continue to test in the next few days?The game has just been launched.

Fu Qiong immediately realized that Sui Zhen might have just left the house not long ago, and he wondered if he would turn back.He hurriedly stuffed the thing back under Sui Zhen's computer, restored the scene, and went out with a pen.

He was still worried when he walked to the door of the corridor, so he ran to the underground garage to have a look.Sure enough, the car parked in the parking space and did not drive, at least Sui Zhen did not go far.

Fu Qiong went up from the garage, and as soon as he reached the door of the garage, he saw Sui Zhen who was holding some buns and soy milk in his hand.

I don't like to drink soy milk, and Sui Zhen hasn't had it for a long time.Fu Qiong felt funny and sad when he saw such a big and tall man dangling out.

Sui Zhen didn't see him. He lowered his head to look at his mobile phone, and with his long legs swayed into the building, he couldn't see any other emotions.

Fu Qiong came home from get off work late that day, and Sui Zhen had already prepared dinner.Fu Qiong seemed to be fine, and changed her shoes at the door: "You left work so early today."

"It's early if you don't work overtime." Sui Zhen said lightly.

After Fu Qiong changed his slippers, Xin Dao Sui Zhen really chose not to disclose this matter to Fu Qiong.

He washed his hands, sat down at the table and started to eat. He tried not to bring up the topic of Sui Zhen's suspension.

If Sui Zhen wanted to tell him, he would definitely pick a suitable time to tell him. If he didn't tell him... there was something else hidden, or he simply didn't want to say it.

Sui Zhen was the same as usual. He swiped his phone while eating, and suddenly said: "...retired."

"Ok?"

"Flying God has retired." Sui Zhen said.

Holding the bowl in her hands, Fu Qiong wondered who it was for a while: "...is he from the league? The one you like very much?"

"Yeah." Sui Zhen raised his eyelids to look at him, "We were still watching his game together in the Internet cafe, and you helped me win 20 yuan."

"Ah." Fu Qiong remembered this matter.

That was at least seven years ago.

He remembers his wonderful pentakill in the league game that year.

I don't remember the details, and I don't even remember what hero he used. He seemed to have lost that game... But he remembers the eruption in the Internet cafe at that moment. The atmosphere, the excitement of a group of people who won the game...

It seemed like he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

The kind of mobile game that they could win before is the last time he has played with this kind of e-sports game. They don’t usually play or pay attention to the competition. Looking back now, the seven years of an e-sports player , with injuries and pressure, should be longer than their existence.

"When I was doing a live broadcast, I actually came into contact with him once." Sui Zhen stirred the soup with his hands, "He is very easy-going, very thin, and looks completely different from the fighting on the field. He is a very good person."

It can be seen that Sui Zhen admired him quite a lot, and his tone was not so cold when he spoke. It must be that he felt extremely sorry for his retirement.

"I hope he can continue to be in the team after he retires," Sui Zhen said.

"At that time, why didn't you suddenly plan to do a live broadcast?" Fu Qiong casually asked the question that had been accumulated in her heart.

Sui Zhen took a sip of the soup with his head down, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You don't like it."

"...Huh?" Fu Qiong froze for a moment.

"Isn't it?" Sui Zhen said, "You will feel that there is a big gap between us and a long distance. In order to let you not pay too much attention to such problems, I will close it."

"Just shut it down?" Fu Qiong said, "You have a five-figure salary after graduation, so many game companies are looking for you to be a contracted anchor, so you don't think about it at all, shut it down?"

Sui Zhen put the spoon down and looked at him: "Even if you don't believe it, that's what I thought at the time."

"I don't believe it." Fu Qiong blinked, "I just find it...unbelievable."

He lowered his head and said to himself: "You are at your peak, if you persist for a few more years, your style will be the world now."

"Really, it doesn't matter." Sui Zhen continued to flip through the phone, as if he didn't want to continue this topic. He watched the news of the player's retirement. Fu Qiong felt that he was quite depressed. The last time he was so depressed was When confessing to myself.He raised his hand and squeezed his wrist.

"Huh?" Sui Zhen responded, "What's the matter?"

"Many people can't play such a bright moment in their careers and have been talked about by others for many years, so don't feel sorry." Fu Qiong said softly.

"No...not." Sui Zhen smiled, "It's not his retirement that I regret."

After they finished eating, Sui Zhen went to wash the dishes.Fu Qiong was bored and flipped through his circle of friends. The boys in his circle of friends, no matter what they were doing or playing games, seemed to be missing him in unison at the moment, saying something together, "My youth is over".

Fu Qiong seemed to understand what he meant, those cheering nights, because it was impossible to have these people gathered together, the most regrettable thing in the end.The people who were there that night all regrettably separated in the days that followed.

Sui Zhen came out after washing the dishes, saw Fu Qiong waving to him, he walked over and sat down, Fu Qiong said: "Just play?"

"Can you still play?" Sui Zhen said, "The river has changed, and there are many new heroes."

"It's okay, you take me." Fu Qiong said.

"I haven't played for a long time." Sui Zhen said, "It takes time, I don't have that much time."

Sui Zhen really hasn't played for a long time, and most of the time he still plays mobile games for more than ten minutes, so playing with Fu Qiong is a bit rusty.After losing two games in a row, Sui Zhen sighed: "... I'm getting old."

"I can't." Fu Qiong said, "But I'm so happy."

"Yeah." Sui Zhen leaned over, hugged him, and rubbed against him with his eyes closed, "Let me hug him for a while, senior."

Fu Qiong stroked his back, giving him gentle strength.Sui Zhen remained motionless, like a giant dog being held by him.

He was about to ask about Sui Zhen's suspension notice, but when the words came to his lips, he forcefully suppressed them.