Chapter 146

The man named Sansan didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. On the first day of work, the new man next door cried directly at himself. Sansan pointed to himself, "I Did you know me before? "

I don't know.

But that face Tang poetry trembles faintly and seems unbelievable. She used to think that heaven was too cruel, but only for this moment At this moment, she felt that fate had given her a chance to come back.

She wiped her own tears, then took the coffee bar in Sansan's hand, "you are very similar to a dead relative of mine."

After a long silence, Sansan said, "do you mean I am like a dead man?"

This words already took the full gunpowder smell, nearby Lao Wang and green dinosaur all came to persuade him, "Oh, Xiao San, why are you so fierce? Our goddess just thinks that you and her relatives are not insulting you. "

Sansan looked at the green dinosaur, word by word, "ah long, I warn you, don't, call, I, small, three!"

The green dinosaur didn't feel the threat of Congshan at all, and a small three called with special joy, "what's so angry, you Tyrannosaurus Rex, don't scare our goddess! Goddess, look at me. I'm also very handsome. "

Ah long is good at adjusting the atmosphere. Cong Shan starts to clean up his desk with a groan and starts to work. Tang Shi turns his head and looks at his side face.

It's so much like It's like A copy of her brother Tang Yi.

Tang Shi asked Cong Shan's age subconsciously, "how old are you this year?"

Cong Shan's hand was stiff, and he turned to look at Tang Shi. The man had a very white face. With the pair of Danfeng eyes, he looked like an international supermodel. In addition, he was wearing glasses. The more he looked, the more abstinent he was. His voice was very cold. "Is this your latest way to chat up?"

Tang Shi's smile froze, "sorry Subconsciously, I compared you to my brother. "

It turned out to be her brother.

Cong Shan continued to sneer, "sorry, I've never had an extra sister."

Although he knew that the man in front of him was not his brother, Tang Shi's heart still hurt for a while, and then he laughed apologetically at others, "I'm sorry for troubling you."

"Cong Xiaosan is a straight man who doesn't know what girls think. Don't take Tang poetry to heart. In fact, he is very warm-hearted. "

Cong Xiaosan didn't speak. He snorted again. When the computer was turned on, he directly opened the drawing board. Next to Tang Shi, who was designing new clothes for next spring, he packed up some draft materials and sent them out.

When Cong Shan opened the draft of Tang poetry, there was a ray of light in her eyes. However, when she said that, she still couldn't help but sneer and comment, "it's just some used elements. When we develop our game wardrobe, are you a high fashion brand fake? The heroine's beautiful girls don't need sawg. What they need is a girl's heart. It's not a show of blue blood. " In fact, the meaning of the words is to praise the design of Tang poetry, which is too fashionable and novel, but Cong Shan couldn't say good things, so she simply depreciated her works to nothing.

But Tang Shi didn't get angry and said patiently, "I'll think about it again."

Cong Shan said, "don't worry. You're in a hurry to give full play to your creativity before you even know where our job is. You're showing off, not working. I'll send you a compressed package. You can go back and play our game. At the beginning, you will know what kind of fashion to design. "

Although he didn't speak well, he was professional. He caught what Tang poetry lacked. Two people sent files to each other in the studio group, and the green dinosaur next to him yawned.

"It's going to be very late again today." Green dinosaurs modify the data and simulate fighting. "Do we need a physics engine for this nurturance game? No need, right? What's the common logic of the game of beautiful girls? Do you see the logic of the CEO's novels of dog blood? "

"What if you're in trouble with a real second class? Not in the game for truth, in the novel for logic The opposite little moon rolled a white eye, "nice to have, it's better than nothing, you can adjust it casually."

"There will be another customer coming tomorrow." Fangfang finally finished coding today's words. After checking the typos, she printed several copies, pulled out A4 paper and sent them to you, "look at the plot, if you can, just go ahead and launch it next month. I buried a lot of differences, there are two tragedies, a man died, a player himself died

"Oh, my God, these two endings may be scolded to death."

Lao Wang tied up his long hair with a rope. "Tang Shi, I've worked hard for you. I've been busy since the first day of work."

"No, No." Tang Shi likes the atmosphere here. There is no intrigue outside the company, which makes her feel relaxed.

"I'll have another meeting later. Have you finished painting three three?"

"No Cong Shan has two bruises at the bottom of his eyes, which is obviously a lack of sleep. Tang Shi thinks that he may have to bump into the computer screen to sleep while painting. "Just now Fangfang said that if a customer comes tomorrow, I'm not in the mood to receive him. Whoever is big will go."Little moon said, "you look down on me."

Fangfang said, "although I have a big chest, I won't go. Let's go to Tang poetry."

Who on earth is this customer and let them shirk like this?

Tang Shi's new comer, embarrassed to refuse, can only promise, "then I'll have a try."

"Seduce our client with your beauty and ask him to allocate millions of start-up funds to us." Cong Shan, while modifying the details of the original picture, looked up and down at the Tang poem, "Mian Mian Qiang is a passing grade. It's hard for you."

"There are millions of Laozi who don't play this game for mentally handicapped girls!" Green dinosaurs on one side said, "I want to make a large-scale ecological online game!"

"Lao Wang gives a pillow to a long." Cong Shan said faintly.

Lao Wang and the green dinosaur were confused, "what do you mean?"

"He needs to dream."

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at 10 p.m., Tang Shi finished his overtime work. When he walked out of the company, he passed the hall of the marketing department outside. There was no one there. He thought that the marketing department was not as busy as his department, and Jiang Qi must have left work early in the morning.

Tang Shi loosened her wrist and felt that the job was suitable for her. At least her excitement of sleeping for a long time gradually increased. When she went out, she found that it was raining at this time of the night, and it was a bit cold and wet.

Behind him came a man, Cong Shan, with an umbrella in his hand. Because of the frequent rain recently, he kept the umbrella in the studio all the time.

Looking at the Tang poem, which was sheltering from the rain at the door, Cong Shan said indifferently for a long time, "come here."

Tang Shi was stunned. Looking at his face, the light was not bright at night. The studio was in an office building. Now at ten o'clock in the evening, the light on the first floor of the building had already been turned off, leaving the elevator and emergency exit with weak fluorescence. In the dark, she looked at Cong Shan's face with a faint light.

Cong Shan noticed the tardiness of the Tang poetry. He was impatient and added to his voice, "come on, come on."

Tang Shi walked to him stupidly. Cong Shan saw that Tang Shi's eyes were red again.

She must love her brother very much, right?

Cong Shan opened the umbrella and then covered the top of Tang poetry with the umbrella.

He took her outside to take a taxi. After getting on the bus, Tang Shi just wanted to say thank you. Congshan had already left by himself with an umbrella.

She also wanted to take him a ride to thank him

However, as he walked, his home should not be far away from the company. Tang Shi took back his mind and gave the driver an address. Then the car started and quickly left the office building.

It rained all the time. For a long time, someone came out from the dark part of the office building. The man was wet with a handle in his hand A slender umbrella.

Looking at the direction of Tang poetry leaving, he suddenly realized what he was doing and gave a low smile.

Raindrops fall from his face, thin night pursed his lips, a silent face white and indifferent, dark pupil is very cold, people feel like the weather outside, drizzle.

All around has been wet, only the small dry corner shows that someone once stayed here for a long time. The corner shows that someone once stayed here for a long time.

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