Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

It took Fu Wan a long time to realize what An Xia meant.

If Qi Ye bought "Wishing Courtyard", does that mean that the small house he built in the game can be kept forever?

"Brother." On the way home at night, he asked Qi Ye, "Why did you buy that game? Director Shen of the Laurel Group is overjoyed. He must think you are picking up his house's trash."

"It's not picking up trash." Qi Ye said, "The fact that Xinyu bought "Wishing Courtyard" and kept the data has spread widely."

Fu Wan understands in seconds.

Qi Ye only made the decision in the afternoon to buy a game that would stop the service soon, and the news spread all over the place, and Xinyu's public relations department must have played a big role in it.

In this way, the good impression of Xinyu Games' emphasis on feelings and player experience will become a bonus point in the hearts of players.

Qi Ye never seems to do anything that loses money.

"That's it." Fu Wan pursed her lips and turned her head to count the broad-leaved trees on the side of the road outside the car window.

"Of course this is a secondary reason." Qi Ye said.

Fu Wan: "Huh?"

The heartbeat he had just suppressed quietly accelerated again.

He seemed to know what Qi Ye was going to say, but he was still looking forward to it.

"You clearly know that you are the main reason." Qi Ye clicked on the phone screen with his fingertips, and found "Fu Wan and Qi Ye's home", "I'll keep it for you."

"How much did it cost?" Fu Wan sat down and whispered into his brother's ear.

Qi Ye reported a number.

"Then I will buy one less pair of shoes this month." Fu Wan said seriously.

"...You don't need to save me this." Qi Ye reached out and patted the back of his head, "Did you go near the school this afternoon?"

Fu Wan did wander around, and was recognized by one of his high school fans, who dragged him to take a group photo.

"How do you know?" Fu Wan asked, "You always seem to know my itinerary like the back of your hand."

Qi Ye: "..." Is it his fault?

"I saw you in the circle of friends posted by the head teacher of the high school." Qi Ye sighed and said, "You can run quite well."

Fu Wan smiled a little embarrassedly, which was rare.

The number of viewers in Fu Wan's live broadcast room has doubled recently, and most of them come here for faces and curiosity, and some are mobile game players who are whispering at dawn and dusk.

"...It's not that difficult, you play less, just play more." Fu Wan took the water friends in the live broadcast room to play two rounds of client games, and comforted the water friends who were sad because of the food, "I think Your consciousness is not bad, but the operation is almost proficient."

He withdrew from the team, opened the bullet screen in the live broadcast room, and found that someone was asking questions about Xiaomu's whispers.

"Well, there will be a New Year's event next month. It should be at the end of the month. You can look forward to it. Let's save up materials first." Fu Wan replied, "Hey, I don't dare to reveal too much. Fight, they are fierce."

[The anchor "An Xia" drove a plane into the live broadcast room of "Late Night". 】

[An Xia]: We dare not, we still have Xinyu's salary, okay?

"You spy on my live broadcast." Fu Wan condemned.

There should be quite a few acquaintances peeping at his live broadcast, Fu Wan estimated that Qi Ye is also secretly watching at this moment.

Qi Ye seems to like to put his mobile phone with Pingxin TV live on the side when he is working, and he doesn't think he is noisy.

When he was about to download the broadcast today, he was rushed by a small group of retarded netizens.

The reason was that due to the lack of melons in the entertainment industry recently, some marketing accounts picked up his father's dark history of Fu Jinzhang.

Those people said that Fu Wan's mother, Fan Ruoxue, and her father, Fu Jinzhao, were a superficial marriage, and that Miss Fan had not been home for many years, which was no different from a divorce. They said that Fu Wan had no one to love when she was a child.

[Business marriage families, this is not uncommon. ]

[Fu Wan and Qi Ye from Xinyu Group are also married in a business relationship, the kind who get a certificate before graduating from university?Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ]

[That Fu Wan is quite lacking in love. ]

[A person who lacks love even makes a love-themed game, well, I won't play it. ]

In the live broadcast, Fu Wan fell into a brief silence in front of these remarks.

"Do you think I lack love?" He asked himself in the live broadcast room.

[You are short of a beating. ]

[It's not like, those who lack love don't have as much nonsense as you. ]

[Pfft, how should I put it, now I can always find an entry point if I want to blackmail someone, this can also be said.Xiaomu's whispers are very interesting. I am addicted to falling in love with my men every day, and I have spent more than 5000 krypton. ]

[No need, I should be regarded as an alumni of the anchor, I just met him in the afternoon helping the owner of a fast food restaurant near our high school. It directly brought fire to the boss's shop. ]

"It's down." Fu Wan said, "It will be broadcast for a while tomorrow night, let's take you to fight."

He closed the laptop, took the glass, and went to the refrigerator to find freshly squeezed orange juice made by Qi Ye.

The family obviously hired a chef and a housekeeper, but Qi Ye seemed to prefer to follow the recipes by himself, mainly because he also liked it, and it tasted like home.

Fu Wan sat on a high stool by the island, playing "Two Point Hospital" and drinking orange juice.

He was a little distracted.

Today, the content of the netizen’s ridicule is a bit familiar, and he vaguely remembered that when he was just in elementary school, someone in the class seemed to bully him, throwing his schoolbag in the trash can, saying that his parents would not come to the parent-teacher meeting, and saying that he was out of school No one picked up, and said that he was a child sent by no one to pay for the phone call.

The solution to this matter was that Fu Wan put the trash can on that person's head.

He thought that this matter would be left alone, but when he returned to class early humming a song during the big break, he found that Qi Ye had beaten the man to sit on the trash can and cry.

It has been like this since then, Qi Ye never seemed to give him a chance to feel lack of love.

He ran away from home, accompanied by Qi Ye, he sneaked to the Internet cafe to play games, Qi Ye also followed, no one at his house went to the parent-teacher meeting, Qi Ye rented a father for him.

People around him say that he has a good personality, he never gets angry with others, he just goes along with the situation, and just being close to him will make people feel happy.

But few people know that his trust and innocence in the world come from Qi Ye's constant maintenance.

He was humming a song and playing the game triumphantly. His arm accidentally touched the glass by the table, and half a glass of iced orange juice splashed on his lap.

"Damn...it's so cold." He frantically picked up the cup and went to take a shower wet.

He washed off the smell of juice on his body in the large round bathtub in the bathroom, only then did he remember that he came in in a hurry and didn't bring a change of clothes.

At this time, Qi Ye seemed to be in the gymnasium on the first floor.

It's rare for his overlord to have time to rest and relax, so he won't do anything about it.

On the silver coat rack in the bathroom, Qi Ye's white shirt was placed. It looked clean. Fu Wan took it off on tiptoe and requisitioned it.

After Qi Ye stayed in the gym for an hour, he took off the boxing bandages on his hands and walked towards the kitchen, wanting to drink some water.

There is a strong smell of oranges in the kitchen and the living room.

Fu Wan knelt on the ground, wiping the orange juice on the floor clumsily with a towel, while the sweeping robot circled around.

"Hey, don't make trouble, you can't clean it up, it smells like orange juice." Fu Wan pushed the robot away.

"Is the orange juice spilled?" Qi Ye said, "Fu Zaozao, put it there, I'll get it."

After he finished speaking, he froze in place.

Fu Wan's hair was still wet, and there were still small transparent drops of water on the black hair on the forehead, and the red string around the neck was faintly visible in the collar of the white shirt.

This white shirt was put in the bathroom by him. It was a bit roomy for Fang Wan, and the long hem was placed on the lower waist.

Fu Wan was only wearing his shirt, half-covered, with a slightly curved arc, his two white and slender legs were slightly different, and the knees that touched the hard floor were worn reddish.

"I can still handle this small job by myself." Fu Wan disagreed.

A pair of hands pinched his waist, lifted him up from the ground, and Qi Ye pressed him down on the soft sofa.

"I know you are amazing." Qi Ye said, "Then you can solve something more urgent."

The smell of orange juice in the room has not faded.

Fu Wan lay on her back on the sofa, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, leaning against the pillow with her waist, her eyes were slightly red.

"...Thank you." Deep in love, he turned his head and whispered in a broken sobbing voice.

"Thank me...for what?" Qi Ye kissed the side of his neck, and pushed hard again, "Can I be proud if you praise me?"

"...Get lost." Fu Wan raised her hand and covered her eyes with the back of her hand.

At the end of January, on the day when the love-themed mobile game Xiaomu Whispers held a new year event, Fu Wan pushed her suitcase and went to Europe for vacation with Qi Ye.

As soon as Fu Wan landed here, someone came over to chat with him.

On the way from the airport to their vacation cabin, no less than ten people tried to get to know Fu Wan.

"What is he talking about?" Fu Wan stood by the mailbox in the small town and asked the translator brother.

In front of him was a foreign boy with brown hair who was chattering towards Fu Wan.

The translator glanced at Qi Ye and asked the big boss for his opinion.

"It doesn't matter. In the future, he will translate all similar situations into national curses." Qi Ye said calmly.

translate:"……"

This trick seemed to work, and Fu Wan's attention was all on Qi Ye in the future, and he didn't even take a second look at the pigeons swaying by the side of the road.

In the middle of the night, Fu Wan, who wrapped himself in a down jacket and scarf into a ball, went to watch the aurora with his brother.

The dark blue night sky gradually turns purple, surrounded by tree shadows, and the blue-green light blends and changes on the zenith.

As the streamer turns around, human beings and the world are very small.

Fu Wan pinched the white jade pin between her collarbone and played with it.

It was given by Qi Ye a long time ago, with a good meaning, and he kept it all the time.

"It's so cold." His black hair was disheveled by the wind, and he got into the small camping tent, clasping Qi Ye's hand tightly.

Qi Ye let him hold hands, laughing and sitting on the cushion.

As in the past, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he stood in the yard of Qi Ye's house, lying on the window sill, patted Qi Ye who was napping on the desk in the afternoon, grabbed Qi Ye's hand, and dragged him to play games with him.

"Thank me for what?" Qi Ye next to his ear asked him again, "Thank you for skipping work and taking you to see the aurora?"

He raised his head and let Qi Ye kiss the side of his neck.

Thank you for making me believe in this world from beginning to end.

I will live forever in the hothouse you made.

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