227: C227 I Won't Divorce

C227 I Won't Divorce

"No divorce." Huo Chengzhou said in a deep voice, "I will explain this to you later. Rest early today. Good night."

After he finished speaking, his wheelchair turned and left the living room. He left the elevator and went straight to game room.

He could not accept that Eldest Qiao was Moo Yuwei.

The computer screen was the message sent by Old K. It was the information of the new employees. Coincidentally, he saw Moo Yuwei's name again.

So he downloaded the resume and flipped through it. He directly sent a message to Old K. [What is Moo Yuwei's position?]

Old K: [The original design team members of the Shangcheng Game. The specific work was arranged by the bottle. I didn't ask. What's wrong, boss?] ]

Huo Chengzhou: [Why did she apply for the job?] "

Old K: [Oh, I forgot to tell you, boss. Moo Yuwei is the designer, Wei Wei. I only found out after she joined yesterday.] ]

Huo Chengzhou frowned.

Moo Yuwei was just slightly?

She also had Eldest Qiao's game account.

So Wei Wei was Eldest Qiao?

If that was the case, why couldn't her original design pass his review?

Thus, he once again logged into the original designer forum and flipped through the main page of Wei Wei Wei. The Supreme Game manuscript was still hanging on her movements.

So, Moo Yuwei was really Eldest Qiao?

He raised his hand to rub the space between his eyebrows. Huo Chengzhou logged into the Supreme Game, and Eldest Qiao's news was shockingly listed. [Let's meet...] I didn't see him last time...

Huo Chengzhou was even more confused. Since she didn't see him last time, how could she know that he was sharpening his knife?

Putting all these aside, if she really was Eldest Qiao, why would she suddenly change to an original painting forum and say that she didn't have time to take up work in a short period of time?

With mixed thoughts, Huo Chengzhou closed the Supreme Game and the forum interface.

How could Moo Yuwei be Eldest Qiao?

...

Qiao An drank some warm milk downstairs and went back to her room. Today, without Yining and Huo Chengzhou around, she actually felt that the large bedroom was somewhat deserted.

Qiao An lowered her eyes and smiled.

How could it be deserted?

It should be quiet.

The word cold obviously contained subjective consciousness.

She shrugged slightly and took her pajamas to the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing up, she went back to her room. She had nothing better to do than to disassemble the Nine Chain Magazine. It was already nine o'clock, and the story of Huo Chengzhou sleeping at this time of the past had only just begun.

Qiao An did not have a phone by her hand, so she could only lie down and sleep early.

The people from the Dingcheng Technology's original design team were still working overtime.

There were some problems with today's design, although Yem Qiaoyu said that he and Yuan Yuan would stay and modify it, the others could leave.1

Probably because of Huang Wen's matter in the afternoon, no one in the office moved.

Moo Yuwei was hungry to the point that her chest was pressed against her back, but as a new employee, she naturally had to follow the flow. Seeing that it was nine o'clock and no one around her moved, her eyes turned and she thought of an idea.

Today, she was like an invisible person in this office. This made her, who had always been surrounded by people, especially uncomfortable. She took advantage of this opportunity to increase her presence.

She got up and went to Yem Qiaoyu's office. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." It was Yuan Yuan's voice.

Moo Yuwei pushed the door open and went in. She smiled and greeted Yuan Yuan. Then she walked to Yem Qiaoyu's desk and said, "Group Leader Yan, I see that everyone is working overtime. Why don't I order some supper for everyone to eat together? After eating, we can continue working overtime... "

"Sure." Yem Qiaoyu's eyes did not leave the screen. He said directly, "Go ahead. Ask everyone what you want to eat. I'll treat you."

"I'll treat." Moo Yuwei smiled and said, "I'm a new employee. I'll treat everyone to something to communicate with each other."

"Okay. Whatever." Yem Qiaoyu was too lazy to care about these things. He was currently facing a problem. He originally wanted to help Eldest Qiao, but there was no response when he sent the message. There was also no response from the voice call.

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