Since the last time they directly asked Ling Wenshi and Ling Chengnian to leave in the office, they haven't looked for Ruan Jiaojiao recently.

Ruan Jiaojiao was happy.

Without those worries, she can focus more on her game making.

During this time, a new person came in to her team.

After discussion, everyone finally decided to make a browser game first.

Browser games, as the name suggests, are online multiplayer interactive games in the browser.

There is no need to download a client, and there is no problem of insufficient machine configuration.

The most important thing is that the development cost is not as large as that of the terminal game.

For PC games, you need to download the client to play the game.

In order to reduce costs and losses, Ruan Jiaojiao's team decided to develop a browser game first.

Let's look at the situation before making changes.

PC games generally have independent large servers, and the cost of production is also huge.

Although Dragon is very popular in China, no one can guarantee 100% that making the game will be equally popular.

Fu Qiran could only look at her quietly, trying to tell her with silent eyes that it was time for her to ignore him.

It's a pity that Ruan Jiaojiao didn't receive his eyes.

Work is always fast, Ruan Jiaojiao is obsessed with work every day, and even sends messages to Fu Qiran less frequently.

Although the two go home together every day, even in the car, Ruan Jiaojiao is busy with various game structures.

Fu Qiran pursed his lips and coughed lightly.

Ruan Jiaojiao: Crackling, crackling.

In this way, a week later, Fu Qiran couldn't help it.

After sitting in the car, Ruan Jiaojiao took the notebook and began to type something.

"Hmm." Fu Qiran leaned back on the chair, his hands on his legs weakly.

"I seem to have a fever."

Fu Qiran coughed again, this time, the voice was a little louder than just now.

Ruan Jiaojiao came out of her work state, and she asked with concern: "Mr. Fu, do you have a cold?" ”

The temperature is not too high, and it is even a little cool.

"It's not hot." Ruan Jiaojiao muttered.

As soon as these words came out, Ruan Jiaojiao really showed a worried look.

She set the laptop aside and probed his forehead with her small hand.

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, leaned closer, and pressed her nose against Fu Qiran's nose.

It's still a little cool.

Fu Qiran: ......

"A fever doesn't have to be a hot forehead." He explained.

Ruan Jiaojiao said.

A warm snort with a faint milky smell sprayed on Fu Qiran's body.

Ruan Jiaojiao, who was concerned about whether Fu Qiran had a fever, did not find how ambiguous this action between the two was.

"My nose isn't hot."

The palm that was a little hotter than usual surprised Ruan Jiaojiao.

"Your hands are so hot."

Fu Qiran rolled his throat, only to feel a hot breath rushing up.

He held Ruan Jiaojiao's little hand.

Fu Qiran stopped her.

"You don't need to call Dr. Xia." He said, "I have cold medicine at home, so I'll just take some cold medicine." ”

She pursed her lips, "I'll call Dr. Xia and ask him to come over." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao said, and wanted to dial the phone.

Ruan Jiaojiao hesitated.

Fu Qiran's physical condition is special, it is a three-point poison, who knows if the cold medicine will cause some damage to his body.

"Let's call Doctor Xia over, your body ......"

She paused and didn't finish.