Ruan Jiaojiao felt quite heartwarming about the school's approach.

With a huge income of four million, her small treasury has more than nine million.

Although these more than 9 million can only rent a large game server for five years.

So in general, she was still poor.

Ruan Jiaojiao's income naturally can't be hidden from Fu Qiran.

For this kind of income from a large source, Fu Qiran will generally check it.

Four million were remitted to Ruan Jiaojiao's account at one time, and of course he checked it.

Fu Qiran couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the results of the investigation.

His delicate is really the best. Dry.

A graduation project can have 100,000 downloads.

Fu Qiran glanced at the report and put the information away.

As long as it's not the remittance from that account, then he doesn't need to worry about it for the time being.

Fu Qiran raised his eyes and glanced at the sky outside, his eyes sank.

Winter is coming, and it's time to keep warm.

The weather is getting darker.

After a while, the sound of drizzling rain began to sound.

It was noon, but it was like six or seven o'clock in the afternoon.

The air conditioning in the office was on at full capacity, and he wore only a blue shirt with his coat set aside.

Fu Qiran glanced at his phone and sent a WeChat message to Ruan Jiaojiao.

[Jiaojiao, it's raining, come to my office for lunch in a while, huh? 】

Ruan Jiaojiao saw this reply, pursed her lips and replied with a smile: [Mr. Fu, is there any logical relationship between the rain and me going to your office for lunch? Snickering .jpg]

[It's raining = it's cold outside = I miss you, so come to my office for lunch?] Well? Fu Qiran quickly replied.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at this reply, her fingers moved slightly, and she replied with a "good].

Such two unrelated things can be related to Fu Qiran, if she doesn't go, wouldn't she be sorry for that "="?

Although she tried her best not to let everyone think that she relied on Fu Qiran to come to the studio, after so many weeks, everyone almost knew that she was Mr. Fu's wife.

Fortunately, the quality of the people in the company is very high, at least she has never heard anything like her coming in through Fu Qiran's relationship.

As for whether they said it behind their backs, she really didn't know about it.

But because of this, she didn't hide anything anymore.

At half past eleven, it was time for lunch.

Ruan Jiaojiao cleaned up briefly and walked to the elevator.

The elevator descended slowly, but in just two seconds, it stopped.

The elevator door slowly opened, and Fu Qiran's figure appeared in front of her.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, "Mr. Fu! ”

She walked out of the elevator quickly.

Fu Qiran hugged Ruan Jiaojiao into his arms and gently rubbed her hair.

"Hungry?"

Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head, raised her head, and looked at him and smiled.

"Not hungry."

The roots of her ears were a little red, with a bit of indescribable shyness.

"I just missed you."

Fu Qiran breathed because of this.

His eyes sank, and he held Ruan Jiaojiao's hand tightly.

"Jiaojiao, do you know what you're talking about?"

This sentence of "missing you" is enough to make him go to the soup and fire, or, no return.

Fu Qiran closed his eyes, but in just a second, he suddenly opened them again.

"Jiaojiao."

He called her name with a hint that Ruan Jiaojiao didn't understand.

"I miss you too."

I thought about it, and my bones began to hurt.