Feng Zhi sighed lightly, "Fu Shao is worthy of being Fu Shao." ”

"My research report is in country M, and I didn't get it back when I returned home."

"Where?" Fu Qiran asked, "I'll let someone pick it up." ”

Feng Zhi told Fu Qiran the location.

Fu Qiran nodded slightly, got up and left.

Feng Zhi looked at his back and shook his head.

He picked up the "Ten Deadly Sins" on the table and continued to read it.

Not to mention, the suspense and horror written in this country is quite good-looking.

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Ruan Jiaojiao's office.

She put away the graduation certificate, carefully helped Zhao Nianli modify the code, and then sorted it out and sent it to his mailbox.

It's been a week since she set up her own team, but at the moment there is no one else on the team except her.

There are very few people working in the game industry at the moment, let alone game makers who can take on big responsibilities.

Ruan Jiaojiao is still looking for candidates, but this kind of thing is not in a hurry, she can only slowly alienate the power system and various side main lines in "Dragon Teng".

When the time comes, if the team has the right person, it is time to divide and work together.

In the busy and stable work, Ruan Jiaojiao has gradually adapted to her current life.

Time flies, and it's December in the blink of an eye.

On December 2nd, the first snow fell in Beijing.

Snowflakes fluttered, bringing a touch of coldness to the already condensed air.

It snowed all night, and when they woke up the next morning, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the ground was covered in white.

The snow was very deep, but fortunately, some laborers got up in the early morning to clear the snow on the road, which ensured the passage the next day.

It snowed on Saturday.

Ruan Jiaojiao stayed at home, watching the snowflakes fall in the sky.

She became interested and ran into the garden.

The snowflakes fell into her palms and turned into a puddle of water in her palms.

Her eyelashes trembled, and the snowflakes soaked her eyelashes, as if to dye her eyes with a sparkle of water.

By the study window on the second floor, Fu Qiran looked at Ruan Jiaojiao who was playing in the snow in the garden, and his heart moved, and he took out his mobile phone to take a photo.

In the photo, Ruan Jiaojiao raised her head, her white hands followed the snow, and her face was full of joyful smiles.

There was also a patch of snow on her eyelashes, white, a small one, which looked very cute.

Fu Qiran leaned against the window, his heart softened.

His delicate is like an elf in this snowy day.

In this cold, it brings him a different kind of warmth.

Ruan Jiaojiao downstairs seemed to notice something, and suddenly looked up in the direction of the study.

The eyes of the two collided so suddenly.

Snowflakes fell between the two of them, and the big flowers crashed against the shrubs in the garden, merging with the previous friends.

Between these substantial snowflakes, this non-substantial eye meeting seems to span time and space, allowing the two to reach a kind of overlap in this moment.

Fu Qiran covered his heart, it was crispy and numb, as if something was breaking through the ground.

Ruan Jiaojiao also covered her heart at some point.

Even through the thick clothing, she could feel how fast it was throbbing.

"Plop Plop Plop"

So fast, so exciting.

She laughed suddenly, and the shallow pear vortex was a little sweet.

She beckoned to Fu Qiran, her eyes full of his figure.