The design director skipped work

Wu Zheng lay on the table covering his face.

Jiang Heng tried to break his hand away while eating rice balls, but Wu Zheng acted very resolutely and remained motionless.

Jiang Heng didn't have to look at his current expression, he just thought it was cute, his heart was tender and tender, and he was filled with the emotion of loving the person in front of him.

"Go back to sleep for a while." Jiang Heng glanced at the phone, Wu Zheng should say that he can sleep for another hour.

"En." Wu Zheng's voice came from the gap, and then Little Bear stood up unsteadily and walked back to the bedroom.

A sentence drifted back from the corridor: "I might have a particularly good dream."

Jiang Heng ate a rice ball, and smiled as he ate it.

After breakfast, Jiang Heng went back to the bedroom to change clothes, and Wu Zheng had already fallen asleep again when he entered the door, Jiang Heng saw that his sleeping face was also cute, so he couldn't help leaning over to kiss Wu Zheng's face lightly.

Wu Zheng, who was sleeping, frowned, and slapped Jiang Heng's face with a crisp "slap".

Jiang Heng: "..."

He stared speechlessly at Wu Zheng, who was still immersed in his dream, and struggled for a while whether to reach out and pinch his face, but finally decided to be a good person, tucked Wu Zheng in the quilt, and went out to work.

-

Before dawn, Jiang Heng set off with the stars and the moon, and every time at this time, he felt a tragic feeling that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

There were almost no people along the way, and Jiang Heng didn't even step on the brakes on the Second Ring Road, which was always jammed with traffic.

Arriving at the Ninth Courtyard smoothly, Jiang Heng thought happily, everything went well today.

Before the other colleagues arrived, Jiang Heng decided to go to the garage to find the driver who had an appointment today, because they still have a lot of materials to be transported by the car, so it is always good to say hello in advance.

The driver of the publicity office is Xiao Zhou, who is quite familiar with Jiang Heng. When Jiang Heng saw him, he squatted on the stone pier outside the garage and smoked. The white smoke drifted away in the cold morning, creating a feeling of coldness. Cold vibe.

Jiang Heng didn't know why, but felt that Xiao Zhou's face was full of sorrow.

"Morning." Jiang Heng was in a cheerful mood, and greeted Xiao Zhou briskly.

"Morning, Director Jiang." Xiao Zhou glanced at Jiang Heng and started smoking again.

...Jiang Heng is now very sure that the expression that fills Xiao Zhou's entire face is called sorrow.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The time is coming, let's go drive." Jiang Heng tried his best to get rid of the ominous premonition, and said to Xiao Zhou with a smile.

Xiao Zhou stood up hesitantly, and when walking into the garage with Jiang Heng, he said slowly: "Director Jiang, there is... something wrong with the car."

"What's the problem?" Jiang Heng asked immediately, "Isn't there no car?"

"That's not the case, there are still some." Xiao Zhou said, "However, of the two minibuses we have, one is restricted today, and the other broke down early this morning. The antifreeze tank leaked and cannot be driven. go out."

"So we changed cars?" Jiang Heng asked, "Which one did we change?"

While talking, the two of them have already entered the garage. All the buses parked here are the buses of the Ninth Hospital. The unified standard minibuses and small businesses. The minibuses and small businesses are parked together, which will cause extreme compulsive disorder. Great comfort.

Xiao Zhou actually didn't go to the pile of minibuses. At this time, Jiang Heng didn't think there was any problem. Maybe even minibuses are useful now, and he can only drive two small business cars.

But then he realized that something was wrong, he only hired Xiao Zhou as a driver, where could he drive two small business cars at the same time?

Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment, he suddenly remembered something, slowly raised his head in disbelief, and looked tremblingly at the back of the small commercial vehicle, the deepest part of the parking lot.

There was a broken gold cup parked there that seemed to have been parked here since the establishment of the Ninth Academy.

Xiao Zhou twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "Yes, it's this car."

Jiang Heng: "..."

This Jinbei parked at this location when it entered the garage for the first time from Jiang Heng to the Ninth Courtyard. Jiang Heng really thought that it was parked here just waiting for the day when it was dragged to the scrap iron factory, or it was because it was right. For the Ninth Academy, there is no special significance.

In short, Jiang Heng never thought that this Jinbei, which turned the color of the entire car into the yellow sand sky in March in the imperial capital at a glance, could still be a serious means of transportation.

"Are you sure?" Jiang Heng asked with question marks all over his face.

Xiao Zhou nodded, and then, as if to convince Jiang Heng or to reassure himself, he strode towards the broken gold cup: "Actually, this car has always been maintained! It is inspected every year! And we have always Washing the car regularly! Don’t worry, it’s no different from other cars!”

As he spoke, Xiao Zhou patted the body of Jinbei.

A layer of ash fell from the gold cup in a very cooperative manner.

-

Everyone in the exhibition was ready to go and stood at the entrance of the publicity office.

The track exhibition is about to start, and everyone is in a state of combat readiness with great professionalism.

Except Director Jiang, there were eight people who went to the National Exhibition Center by car. Some materials to be used on site—such as the 88 boxes of leather notebooks—had been handed over to the logistics, but Su Jin and Sister Wang still carried them. With big bags and small bags, it looks very heavy.

"Why hasn't the car come yet?" Ding Ran couldn't help but said, "It's the meeting time in 5 minutes."

Generally speaking, it is normal for the bus to get stuck at the checkpoint, but this situation usually does not happen when Director Jiang is around, so Liang Ziqing understands Ding Ran's confusion very well, and she is also thinking, is there something wrong with Director Jiang?

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of chug chu ku ku ku ku, a white gold cup appeared at the end of the road.

Although it was just an ordinary white gold cup on the surface, its vibration like a tractor when driving, and the billowing black smoke behind it had already attracted all the attention of everyone in the exhibition.

"My god, there are still such broken cars these days!" Su Jin said first.

"It's too broken. It's a car left over from the 20th century." Sister Wang also said, "Hey, isn't it the antique car in our garage? Where is it going?"

When Liang Ziqing heard Sister Wang's question, she suddenly felt a thump in her heart, and had a very bad premonition.

The broken gold cup is getting closer and closer, and Liang Ziqing has already matched it with a BGM in his heart:

Ride on my beloved little motorcycle~~~

It will never be stuck in traffic~~~

Amidst the melodious singing, the Broken Gold Cup, as Liang Ziqing expected, slowly stopped at the entrance of the publicity office, in front of colleagues in the convention and exhibition center.

Everyone at the exhibition: "???"

Accompanied by a long "creak" sound similar to when the door of a century-old castle was pushed open, the car door opened, and Director Jiang jumped out of the car in a suit and leather shoes, holding a car cleaning rag in his hand.

"Get in the car, get in the car!" Jiang Heng yelled, "Hurry up! This car can't go fast, we have to hurry up!"

Ten minutes later, after the trunk door could not be closed three times, the sliding door of the rear seat almost fell off once, and the whole car sank once when Xiao Liu got in the car, the colleagues in the exhibition center and their carry-on Finally all the things on the car.

Everyone looked at each other with question marks all over their faces.

The familiar driver stared straight at the road ahead, with an expression that I just can't hear you no matter what you ask.

Jiang Heng snapped his fingers: "There is an emergency today, so let's take this car temporarily, but don't worry, it will be replaced by the usual minibus tomorrow."

Only then did everyone relax a little bit.

This relaxed atmosphere made Lao Jinbei feel relieved.

So it lived up to expectations and turned off.

Everyone: "..."

The driver Xiao Zhou's face twitched slightly, and he twisted the key viciously several times. Finally, the Jinbei engine screamed in pain and started to vibrate again.

The moment the ignition was successful, the body of the car jumped suddenly, Xiao Song was the tallest, and his head hit the roof of the car.

Let go of Liao.

It's good if the old Jinbei can be opened normally, don't ask too much.

When Lao Jinbei finally started to run forward like a rabbit hopping up and down with black smoke, Jiang Heng asked, "Have everyone bought accident insurance?"

-

Fortunately, in fact, there was no situation that really required the use of accident insurance. Although everyone remained terrified and ready to jump out of the car to save their lives, thinking about the good, this effectively eliminated everyone's sleepiness in the morning. Let them start building with high spirits.

What a good thing!

As soon as the car drove out of the Ninth Courtyard, Wu Zheng sent Jiang Heng a WeChat message.

-Inviolate: I'm up [kiss]

Seeing Wu Zheng's news, Jiang Heng finally climbed out of the emotional abyss of grief Jinbei, and he replied immediately.

-Jiang Heng: [kiss]

-No competition with the world: By the way, I had a very strange dream. I dreamed that I was kissed by a wild boar.In the dream, I was still chopping pigs with my bare hands.

The smile Jiang Heng just showed froze on his face.

Jiang Heng: ...

You usually say that I am handsome, but in your dreams, you dream of me as a boar? ?

The driving speed of Pojinbei is about half of that of CMB, so they arrived a little later than the original time. Of course, it is not bad to survive this kind of life and death.

Everyone voted unanimously. If the minibus cannot be repaired tonight, Xiao Zhou will not be used to pick it up.Although it was a bit troublesome to go back to the courtyard from the remote National Exhibition Center, life was still important after all.

The National Exhibition Center has a large area, and the venue occupies a whole rectangular open space. The roads on three sides of the venue are full of trucks from various construction companies. Workers come in and out in an endless stream, transporting various building materials.

The remaining side is the passageway, which is connected to the main entrance. The organizers and the staff of various exhibitors use this road. Now some workers put up a big billboard with the full name of the track exhibition outside the main entrance, paving Carpets, set up schedules, mascot stands, etc.

When Xiao Jinbei suddenly came over, he saw a group of people waiting outside the exhibition hall from a distance, dancing hip-hop in the wind. Jiang Heng saw Wu Zheng at a glance, and then saw other colleagues in the department who were not following the car, as well as the trading company people who come over.

The person in charge of the trading company is also very familiar with Jiang Heng. His surname is Wu. If we have to talk about it, his position is a little higher than Jiang Heng. He is an executive of the trading company. He is usually called Lao Wu or Mr. Wu.

As the little Jinbei approached slowly, the eyes of the group of people waiting outside the door opened wider and wider, their heads slowly swaying towards the little Jinbei like a sunflower chasing the sun.

Xiao Jinbei's thrilling journey finally came to the end, and when he finally stopped and turned off the engine, the whole car jumped up again with a bang.

Poor Xiao Song suffered from hitting his head against the roof of the car again, and the audience outside subconsciously followed the rhythm of Xiao Jinbei and nodded. Jiang Heng clearly saw that Mr. Wu seemed to have bitten his tongue, and rubbed his chin in confusion.

The car door opened, Mr. Wu walked over quickly, and shook hands with Jiang Heng enthusiastically. Jiang Heng still admired Mr. Wu, and shook his hand back with the same enthusiasm.

"Director Jiang, long time no see!" Mr. Wu said very kindly, because he was still a little slurred after biting his tongue.Then he looked at the broken gold cup very suspiciously, "Is this... what kind of performance art is this?"

"..." For the sake of the Ninth Academy's face, Jiang Heng forcibly raised the corners of his lips, "Yes, isn't it very distinctive?"

The author has something to say: what you may have misunderstood in the last chapter ==

What I said about getting in the car was that Jiang Jiang could get in the car, but we (including me) probably didn't get in the car. . _(:3」∠)_

Because I'm a person who can't drive and has no parking lot qwq

Kowtow to everyone to apologize!

I can try it when I'm on the sidelines. .But there is no guarantee!do your best!If it's too ugly to drive, it's gone. . QQ