Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

He searched on several search engines one after another, and then asked a sister who he knew in elementary school who was studying medicine.

After a while, he came to a conclusion——

If skin care is not done properly, it is indeed possible to mutate sensitive skin.

However, the doctor's sister said that he didn't look like this, and told him to calm down and don't worry.

He sat for a while under the small hill bag of his collection, and gradually felt that the heat that had made him dizzy before had completely disappeared.

He is fine.

[Qi Ye]; Fu Zaozao, you are determined to go downstairs with your life and death, are you planning to eat your pile of shoes to satisfy your hunger?smile.jpg

[Fu Erdai]: Then I would starve to death and would not bear to eat it.

[Fu Erdai]: The straight man in sunglasses bared his teeth and grinned.jpg, here we go.

The dinner his aunt made for him in the evening was completely cold, so Qi Ye reheated it and baked an extra small potato for Fu Wan.

When Fu Wan wandered slowly to the kitchen island, Qi Ye had already arranged the dishes.

The person who calls the wind and rain in the company during the day is surprisingly good at cooking.

"Brother, you are amazing." Fu Wan said, "It feels like there is nothing in this world that you can't do."

As he said this, he lowered his head and absently tapped the golden baked potatoes in front of him with a small silver spoon.

Sensitive skin should be able to eat this stuff, right?

"Oh." Qi Ye responded perfunctorily.

He is well-deserved of this praise.

What is obviously impossible is right in front of you.

He carefully observed Fu Wan's expression. Fu Wan was as usual, heartless, playing while eating, and seemed to be completely unaffected by the episode just now.

Fu Wan couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so she hesitated for a moment before putting down her guard.

The food his brother cooked would not poison him to death.

The potatoes were baked just right, the skin was crispy, and the inside was soft. He was eating happily when he heard his brother sitting beside him ask, "Do you have any questions about other illustrations by the author just now?"

He was pulled back to work by these words.

"I figured it out just now. Our team voted unanimously. I'm still reading the rest. I'm still not sure about the script." Fu Wan said.

Qi Ye's eyes flickered: "I can help you take a look later."

"Brother, you are so busy and can help me watch the mini-games. You are so kind." Fu Wan said, "However, I am participating in the competition. Does this count as opening the back door?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'm just giving you advice and reference, I don't help you do it personally, and I don't even provide any technical and financial support." Qi Ye said, "After the election that day, they will only feel that I am right. The project of your group has great opinions and even makes things difficult.”

Fu Wan thought about it, and it seemed to be the case.

Then Qi Ye still had the foresight, and he played wildly that day, which saved him a lot of follow-up troubles.

"By the way, brother, speaking of this, I remembered." Fu Wan remembered something, "Mom called me today."

"Which mother?" Qi Ye asked, "Your mother?"

"Your mother."

"..."

Qi Ye paused for half a second and asked, "What did she tell you?"

"I said that your performance that day was quite wonderful, why is there hidden warmth under the stormy waves, why was it a pity that I didn't send you to film in the first place." Fu Wan relayed.

"Get to the point, are you a tape recorder?" Qi Ye urged.

"Oh." Fu Wan picked out a key point, "Mom said that after this battle, the uncle and the second uncle believed in the fact that we are in love, and removed all the people who followed us around us, plus you were in high school. After graduation, I practiced in Xinyu, and most of the shareholders of the board of directors voted for you, and the position of old Qi Dong should be given to you."

"so?"

"So if she said that I don't like it, I don't have to live with you at the Fenglin mansion every day." Fu Wan said, "It just so happens that my game studio is about to be finished, and I want to set up a small studio over there." Nest, move to live there for a few days, and feel the life of social animals."

Qi Ye: "..."

good very good.

He was stealing chickens without losing money, lifting a rock and hitting himself.

Qi Ye nodded lightly: "How many days?"

"I didn't think about it." Fu Wan said, propping her head with one hand, "It depends on my mood. I haven't prepared the furniture yet, and I will tell you when the time comes."

"Okay, but don't stay too long. Although you are not so nervous now, you still need to pay more attention." Qi Ye reminded.

"I know." Fu Wan said.

The lifting of the business alert really made him a lot easier, and he didn't have to worry about whether there were people watching around him all the time.

In the afternoon of the second day, he brought his computer and other equipment, and drove to their small studio of "leaving late and returning early".

The studio was located in an office building close to Xinyu Group, and Fu Wan bought a small apartment as their temporary workplace.

Several members of the working group play with him on weekdays. Everyone is very casual, and the establishment of the studio is just a temporary idea.

The new studio is still being furnished, and the surroundings are full of debris, and the wallpaper is half-pasted and hanging precariously.

He came early, An Xia was still doing homework in the dormitory, and the other members didn't come. Fu Wan sat in the trash and logged on to Pingxin TV's account, and hung up a live broadcast to make up for the month.

There will always be more people in the live broadcast room on weekends than usual.

[Fuck me?I gave you so many gifts, where did you go to pick up trash? ]

[Pass it on, Pingxin TV draws 99%, and Wanye is not far from starving to death. ]

[Performance Art? ]

[Your three-dimensional occupation, is it plastering walls or plumbing? ]

[Change your clothes, baby, the prints have faded, I often see you wearing this, sorry to see you. ]

clothing?

Fu Wan looked down at her T-shirt.

It seems... It was a birthday present that Qi Ye gave him when he was in his freshman year of high school. It was a custom-made gift, with dozens of pairs of shoes he had collected painted on it, and he liked it so much.

"I still don't know how to appreciate it, and I'm a three-dimensional game maker, okay?" he said.

[I believe it. ]

[Then why don't you cut more leeks to make money? ]

[Be sincere with the brothers, don't make those fake things, when you live in the villa, let's talk about your game. ]

"Do you have any misunderstandings about the game makers?" Fu Wan was too lazy to argue with his brothers, "I'm in a good mood today. I can play two games with you. According to the usual practice, let's take the first and second place."

After a pass through the gifts in his live broadcast room, the first and second rankings changed several rounds.

"Give me the number, and I'll add you two." Fu Wan said, "Take the brothers to a passionate stage."

[The stinky straight male anchor, with a cool temperament, why don't you talk, sit there, and my sister will brush you up on the front row of the whole platform. ]

[Hahahaha sister, I watch his live broadcast even if I don’t play games, he is so interesting. ]

[I saw him playing Game B to draw cards into the pit, a very fun little anchor, with a very good temper, except for the embarrassing, men and women basically don't hate him. ]

Fu Wan is still playing the most popular shootout game recently. His brain is flexible and quick to react. He wins more and loses less. It is not a problem at all to lead his friends to the top.

About an hour later, An Xia came, bringing a lot of snacks.

[Isn't this Xia Xia?Do you pick up trash together? ]

[Yeah, I'm going to run away late at night. ]

Fu Wan looked down at the time, and it happened to be enough for today's 3-hour live broadcast.

"Boys are here." He said, "Leave a message if you have something to do, and I will read it occasionally when I'm not picking up trash."

"You're pretty comfortable." An Xia said, "You haven't even moved the table in yet, so you're just sitting on the floor and broadcasting the live broadcast."

"The table hasn't even been moved in yet. Didn't you buy a bunch of snacks for us to squat on the floor to eat?" Fu Wan asked.

What An Xia brought were all small snacks near the school, many of which Fu Wan usually likes.

But Fu Wan was a little hesitant today. He hasn't found out what his allergies are. Can this...can be eaten indiscriminately?

"What's the matter?" An Xia crouched in the corner holding a box of ebony tomatoes to eat, "No appetite? Yue? Morning sickness? Qi Ye is really good."

"Shut your mouth." Fu Wan couldn't bear to look directly at his little friend.

He moved a stool, and described to An Xia how hot and red his face was last night.

"Huh? Did it happen all of a sudden?" An Xia didn't understand, "Did you come into contact with anything at that time?"

"I have been exposed to shoes, computers, and digital pens." Fu Wan thought for a while, "Oh, and my brother."

"Your brother doesn't count. Your brother is organic and pollution-free." An Xia said, "Don't count him in. What happened at that time?"

"At the time..." Fu Wan said, "I didn't think anyone could do the illustration of Mi Li'er, so I chatted with Qi Ye."

An Xia: "Huh?"

"Then he said... Let me try." Fu Wan said, "We tried the poses just like on the Mimi map."

An Xia frowned when she heard this: "Does Mimi know that her work has become a textbook for sex?"

An Xia: "But does this have anything to do with your allergies?"

"Well, he hugged me like that, and then kissed me, as if he touched my face, that's all." Fu Wan raised her hand, intending to put it on An Xia's face, and the scene repeated.

"Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye's voice came from behind him.

"Well, brother?" Fu Wan's hand stopped in mid-air, and he turned his head, "Why are you here?"

"...You said you wanted to move here for a few days, so I'll take a look in advance." Qi Ye said.

"There's nothing to see now." Fu Wan didn't care about the building materials thrown all over the floor, but the moment he saw Qi Ye, he felt a little ashamed.

Obviously, Qi Ye has seen him in all kinds of distress, but now he wants Qi Ye to see the brand new and beautiful game studio.

Is it because... In the matter of running for office, Qi Ye is his immediate boss?

Qi Ye saw him hesitate, thinking that he didn't welcome him here.

That's right, no one would be happy to be stared at like this day after day, right?

"Hey, brother, you've come here, sit here." Fu Wan pulled out the stool under her buttocks and let Qi Ye sit down, while she moved a suitcase and slid over, "Just to help me Review the script."

Looking at the two of them, An Xia suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with some of her previous judgments.

It seemed that the relationship between these two people was not as simple as he imagined.According to this theory, Fu Wan's allergen was probably Qi Ye.

Difficult.

He went downstairs with the excuse of getting takeaway, leaving space for Qi Ye and Fu Wan.

Listening to An Xia's leaving footsteps, Qi Ye said to Fu Wan, "Wanwan, I remind you of something."

Fu Wan pricked up her ears.

"Although we don't need to be open all the time, you have to pay attention to keeping a distance from others." Qi Ye said.

"Ah?" Fu Wan asked, "To what extent?"

"The kind you just did, I don't think it will work."

"Hmm..." But he didn't intend to touch An Xia just now, so strict.

"Think about it, you have thousands of friends on WeChat, if you get close to everyone, what do people think of me?" Qi Ye analyzed patiently.

"Then I know." Fu Wan said, "Brother, I won't trouble you."

Normally, he would have patted his brother on the shoulder and hugged him to stick it up, but he didn't today, and he kept a very polite distance from Qi Ye.

"Let's take a look at the script and the illustrations." Qi Ye said, "Which pose confuses you again? Shall I let you try again?"