Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Huang Ping used his phone to explain to his girlfriend about inviting colleagues to stay over at his place, and she curiously said, "This is the first time you're inviting colleagues over to your house, right? Didn't you say before that you don't like to mix work with personal life?"


"That was in the past. Xiao Douzi and Monkey are pretty good guys, and our personalities complement each other, so I invited them over."


"Alright, today is Thursday, so I'll do some cleaning when I get home, and I'll tidy the room."


"No need, tomorrow is Friday, I'll take care of it. Oh, and I bought some durian, it's in the fridge, remember to eat it tomorrow."


Seeing how Huang Ping chatted with his girlfriend, even Xiao Douzi, who had no intention to marry, felt somewhat moved.


This kind of dog food hidden in everyday life tasted especially sweet.


Chapter 64 This Game is Toxic_1