"The style of these works is completely different from the plan."

Xue Yan was about to walk to the door, when Fu Yu suddenly spoke.

Xue Yan subconsciously heard the sound and looked towards the source of the sound, Fu Ji still maintained his previous posture, leaning on the back of the chair and his temperament was still so pure,

The sound is still so unwavering.

Xue Yan didn't know how to reply for a while, but after all, Xue Yan was professional, so he reacted immediately.

"It's a little different."

Thinking of this, Xue Yan himself was also strange, obviously the editor called [Stock God] had also handed in a lot of planning cases, although the style was also very unique, but it did not meet the requirements of the president at all.

The approved plan that was handed in later is completely different from the previous style?

The content in it is simply unsightly!

Tsk tsk...

How can a person's style be so different?

"Is there going to be anything going on inside?"

Xue Yan spoke cautiously.

"Of course there's something."

"Do you need me to check?"

Xue Yan suddenly became nervous.

"No, you don't."

"You'll probably be able to eat sugar right away."

The ethereal voice came, and I don't know why Xue Yan always felt that there was a smile in Fu Yan's voice??!

How can there be pride!!

"What?"

Xue Yan closed the door in confusion, completely confused by the second monk.

The president has been really problematic lately!

I talk in a daze every day, why can't I understand anything?

What kind of candy do you eat???

Why can't you understand it?

Xue Yan didn't understand what Fu Ji was talking about at all, but the president himself didn't mean to explain, where did he dare to ask, he could only pick his fingers with doubts full of doubts.

Break the casserole and ask the end??

Unless he doesn't want to live anymore...... Oh no, I don't even want to die without a corpse.

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"Didi, Didi."

Fu Ji listened to the sound from the computer, slowly turned the chair, and followed the pulley under the chair to the computer.

Editor: Are you there?

Editor: I'm ready to go.

That's right, Fu Ji is the [anonymous user] who hid his username and talked to [Stock God] before.

Editor: You can start at any time.

Editor: [Bend down respectfully. GIF】

Although I don't know Fu Ji's identity, [Stock God] is afraid of the oppression that can be seen every word when chatting before, and he doesn't dare to send a 99+ at every turn like he did to Shi Yun.

After sending a few words, he waited quietly, not daring to urge at all.

I pondered every word repeatedly, for fear that I would be thrown out in the next second.

Anonymous user: Let's get started.

Editor: Hehe。。。。。。

Editor: That's right...... There's something wrong with my number...... I forgot the password, and if I get off the line, I won't be able to get on, so ...... I opened another number......

Editor: So......

Editor: Let's talk about it again with a different number?

Fu Ji looked at the screen, suddenly turned his eyes to look at the photo of the young man on the table, the corners of his mouth were unconsciously hooked, and the gentle arc revealed the good mood of the owner.

A trace of uncertainty flashed in the man's deep eyes.

Knuckled hands "click" on the keyboard, and finally the thumb and fingertips gently tap the spacebar like a dragonfly.

A new number was successfully applied.

Fu Ji turned the interface and returned to the temporary message interface.

Anonymous user: Give me the number, and I'll add it.

Editor: 66666666.

Editor: How cool is it or not! Very much in line with my temperament!

Fu Ji smiled and looked at the screen.

Anonymous user: Hmm.

Fu Ji immediately got off Xue Yan's number, logged in to the number he had just applied, and applied to add friends.

Waiting for time, Fu Yu looked at Shi Yun's photo and said a word, as if he was answering something:

"I really want to give you candy as soon as possible~"

"Our Candy."