Before Ruan Jiaojiao finished speaking, she heard Fu Qiran say, "I'm with you." ”

As he spoke, he put the phone away, stood up, walked to Ruan Jiaojiao's side, and took her hand.

"Let's go." Fu Qiran said.

Ruan Jiaojiao let Fu Qiran pull her upstairs.

After arriving at the room, Fu Qiran let go of Ruan Jiaojiao and asked her to take a bath.

And he carefully looked at the room where he had been living all along.

The whole room was decorated pink by him.

This pink color looks very obvious at first glance, and he actually doesn't like this kind of girly pink very much.

But his coquettishness likes it, and he can only spoil it.

Fu Qiran paced around the room, each step seemed to have a specific meaning.

He walked over to his desk and looked at the computer that was turned off, his fingertips swiping over the computer's screen.

Next to the computer is Ruan Jiaojiao's notebook.

Fu Qiran glanced at it casually and found that it was full of content about game production.

In addition to some ideas from the previous "Glory" at the front, the content behind is the content of Ruan Jiaojiao's graduation project.

Fu Qiran glanced at the overall idea and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

His delicate, graduation design made a game turned out to be a horror. Horror games.

Doesn't it mean that girls are afraid of these horror things?

Fu Qiran glanced back again, and behind it was the basic idea of the first two puzzle stories, and there was a simplified version of the character design.

The characters in the design do not look so sunny and beautiful, but have an indescribable dark atmosphere.

If he were to draw this kind of character, he would not find it strange at all.

But this kind of character is painted by his delicate.

A dark light crossed Fu Qiran's eyes, and at this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking.

He put the notebook back in its place and looked at the rest of the place.

The rest of the place is basically the same as it was, and it hasn't changed much.

When Fu Qiran looked at the entire room, Ruan Jiaojiao had already taken a bath.

She walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas, her hair still dripping.

"Where's the hair dryer?" Fu Qiran asked.

Ruan Jiaojiao put a towel on her hair and wiped it gently.

"On the nightstand." She said.

Fu Qiran took out the hair dryer.

"Jiaojiao, come here, I'll blow your hair."

Ruan Jiaojiao walked over and sat down.

Fu Qiran turned on the hair dryer and began to help Ruan Jiaojiao blow her hair.

Ruan Jiaojiao's hair was soft and smooth, so that Fu Qiran couldn't help but play with it when she was blowing.

By a few minutes, my hair was 70% dry.

Ruan Jiaojiao took the initiative to say: "Mr. Fu, this is almost the same, it's not good to blow too dry." ”

"Hmm." Fu Qiran turned off the hair dryer.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked up at Fu Qiran and asked, "Does Mr. Fu want to take a bath?" ”

Fu Qiran lowered his head, and at a glance he could see Ruan Jiaojiao's delicate collarbone exposed.

His eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"You go to bed first, I'll go back to my room to wash, and I'll be back soon."

"Oh, okay." Ruan Jiaojiao responded obediently.

Fu Qiran answered, turned around and left.

After he left, Ruan Jiaojiao combed her hair, dried the towel to dry, and then lay down on the bed.

But in just a few minutes, Fu Qiran came back.

His hair had also been blow-dried, and he had just taken a shower and had a softer breath than he had during the day.