Chapter 227

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

After that, he turned his wheelchair and left the living room directly. He went straight from the elevator to the game room.

It was difficult for him to accept that big Joe was Mu Yuwei.

The open computer interface is the message from old K and the information of new employees. Coincidentally, he saw Mu Yuwei's name again.

So he downloaded his resume, roughly turned it over, and directly returned the message to Lao K: [what position is mu Yuwei?]

Lao K: [member of the original painting design team of Shangcheng game. The specific work was arranged by the bottle. I didn't ask. What's the matter, boss?]

Huo Chengzhou: [why did she apply?]

Lao K: [Oh, I forgot to tell you, boss. Mu Yuwei is a designer. I didn't know until she joined the post yesterday.]

Huo Chengzhou frowned slightly.

Mu Yuwei is Wei Wei?

And she has big Joe's game account.

So it's Big Joe?

If so, why can't her original design pass his review?

So he once again logged in to the original painting designer forum and looked through the micro home page. The supreme game manuscript was still hanging on her dynamic page.

So, is mu Yuwei really big Joe?

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. Huo Chengzhou landed in the supreme game. The news of Big Joe is impressively listed: [let's meet... I didn't see him last time...]

Huo Chengzhou wondered more and more. Since she didn't see him last time, how did she know he was sharpening his knife?

Aside from these, if she was really big Joe, why did she suddenly change an original painting forum and say she didn't have time to pick up work in a short time?

With complicated thoughts, Huo Chengzhou simply turned off the interface of supreme game and forum.

How can Mu Yuwei be big Joe?

……

After drinking warm milk downstairs, Joan went upstairs to her room. Today, she didn't have Yining and Huo Chengzhou. She even felt that the big bedroom was a little deserted.

Joanne smiled with her eyes down.

How can it be deserted?

It should be quiet.

The word desolation obviously contains subjective consciousness.

Shrugging slightly, she took her pajamas and went straight to the bathroom to take a bath.

After washing, she went back to her room. She broke down the nine links leisurely. It was nine o'clock. In the past, Huo Chengzhou's bedtime story had just begun.

Without a cell phone at hand, Joan had to lie down and go to bed early.

The people of the original painting design team of Dingcheng technology are still working overtime.

There is something wrong with today's design. Although Yan Qiaoyu said that he and Yuanyuan will stay to modify, others can withdraw.

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

Mu Yuwei was so hungry that her chest was close to her back, but as a new employee, she naturally had to follow the crowd. Seeing that it was nine o'clock, no one around moved. She turned her eyes and thought of an idea.

Today, she is like an invisible person in this office all day, which makes her especially uncomfortable. She just brushes her sense of existence now.

She got up and went to Yan Qiaoyu's office, raised her hand and buttoned the door.

"Enter." It's a round sound.

Mu Yuwei pushed the door in, smiled and said hello to Yuanyuan, and then went to Yan Qiaoyu's desk: "team leader Yan, I think everyone is working overtime. Why don't I order some snacks to eat together? When you're full, you can continue to work overtime..."

"Yes." Yan Qiaoyu's eyes didn't leave the screen and said directly, "go and ask everyone what they want to eat. It's my treat."

"Let me treat you." Mu Yuwei smiled and said, "I'm a new employee. Please have something to eat and communicate your feelings."

"OK. Feel free." Yan Qiaoyu is too lazy to care about these. He is now facing a problem. He originally wanted to ask Big Joe for help, but the message didn't respond, and the voice call didn't respond.