The design director skipped work

Jiang Heng really wanted to ask, is it really so obvious.

Ziqing, a young girl who just graduated, can see it. Young people are more flexible in their thinking, and I heard that it is popular for girls to watch men have sex with men. It is more normal to think that way.

But how did Mr. Wu see it!

Jiang Heng calmed down and thought about it, and felt that it was normal.

Wu Zheng stayed with him until late at night, sleeping where he was sleepy but refused to go back.

President Wu can't see it, it's not that important to Jiang Heng.

But Mr. Wu's half-joking words did touch him.

The night's panoramic photography didn't end until nearly two o'clock in the morning. It was so late that the National Exhibition could not get a taxi, so Mr. Wu volunteered to drive them back.

Concerning Mr. Wu's act of acquiescing that the two have already lived together, Jiang Heng wanted to complain in his heart. The problem is that the two are indeed living together, so he doesn't have the confidence to complain.

Jiang Heng was a little afraid that Wu Zheng would be nervous if Mr. Wu said so bluntly, but when he turned his head, Wu Zheng was already hanging on his shoulder and was unconscious. Let alone Mr. Wu, even if Mr. any response.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu." Jiang Heng then said, pulling Wu Zheng into the car.

On the way back, Mr. Wu didn't lobby Jiang Heng any more, but said to Jiang Heng when he got off the car: "If you have any ideas, remember to contact me on WeChat."

"Okay." Jiang Heng smiled and said to Mr. Wu.

After getting out of the car, the cold wind at three o'clock in the morning made Jiang Heng tremble, and Wu Zheng, who had been hugged by him the whole time, even woke up with a shiver.

"Are we going home?" Wu Zheng asked, looking around.

"Yes." Jiang Heng said, "I'm going back to the place where I live."

"... Oh." Wu Zheng nodded ignorantly, and the cold wind in the deep winter finally cleared his mind.

After waking up, Wu Zheng suddenly thought of a terrible thing.

"Brother Jiang..." Wu Zheng carefully pushed Jiang Heng's shoulder, "How did we get back just now?"

"Take President Wu's car." Jiang Heng said.

Wu Zheng was shocked: "Would President Wu guess what happened to us?"

Jiang Heng: "..." No, he doesn't need to guess.

But in order not to scare Wu Zheng, Jiang Heng finally just said: "No, he is so old, how can he want to get this level. I told him that we will live together for two days."

"Oh, that's good." Wu Zheng nodded with relief, "I'm afraid that if he knows something and is as unreasonable as Wang Suo, it will be very troublesome."

Jiang Heng was stunned after hearing this, then smiled and hugged Wu Zheng's shoulder: "No."

Jiang Heng was really tired today, and his mental state was tense all day long. After arriving home, he quickly took a shower and went to bed.

When Wu Zheng came out of the shower, Jiang Heng had already fallen asleep, which was a very rare situation for him.

Wu Zheng just slept for a while, and now he is still more energetic. Looking at Jiang Heng's slightly frowning sleeping face, he felt a little distressed.

Brother Jiang has been working really hard recently. He has been busy and worked overtime for so long today, and the exhibition will be officially held tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so he will only be more tired.

Wu Zheng climbed onto the bed, hugged Jiang Heng from behind, and put his arm around Jiang Heng's waist. Jiang Heng moved in his sleep and reached out to cover Wu Zheng's hands. There was no good night or good night kiss tonight, but Jiang Heng unconsciously kissed Action is enough for Wu Zheng.

At 05:30 in the morning, the alarm rang on time, and it was close to three o'clock in the morning when they got home last night, which meant that they slept for less than three hours.

Wu Zheng struggled and turned over twice on the bed, couldn't open his eyes at all, and sat up reluctantly, only feeling that his head weighed twenty catties.

When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he found that Jiang Heng had come in with a warm sandwich and rice ball, as well as orange juice, and handed Wu Zheng a copy: "Come on, let's go after eating."

"Brother Jiang, are you... really not sleepy?" Wu Zheng looked at Jiang Heng, who was in almost perfect condition, in disbelief. Although he hadn't put on his formal clothes yet, his condition was clearly visible to the naked eye.

"Of course I'm sleepy, but what can I do." Jiang Heng reached out and rubbed Wu Zheng's hair, "I represent the image of the Ninth Academy. If the image of the Ninth Academy is all unkempt, wouldn't it be self-defeating?"

Wu Zheng couldn't speak, he lowered his head and ate his sandwich.

After eating, the two of them changed their clothes and went to the courtyard together. The Ninth Courtyard was shrouded in the night before dawn. Under the night, the street lamps were lit, and a bright moon hung high above their heads. No matter how you looked at it, it was not the time to go out.

Xiao Zhou was already waiting at the entrance of the publicity office in a minibus, and other colleagues arrived one after another. The colleagues who usually dress casually put on formal clothes one by one, looking like a dog.

"Let's go!" Jiang Heng waved his fist.

"Let's go!" Everyone shouted full of fighting spirit.

The reverberation of the sound suppressed the clouds, and the sycamore trees lingering around the Ninth Courtyard climbed high and far.

"Don't let people sleep!!!" Someone in the back kitchen of the cafeteria opened the window and shouted angrily.

All members of the exhibition: ...QUQ

A group of people fled at the speed of light, and the minibus drove out of the Ninth Courtyard in the night.On the way to the National Exhibition Center, the sky gradually brightened, and the dark night slowly revealed fish-belly, and then the sky in the east showed a bright and dazzling pink.

The car drove east, facing the morning sun all the way, with a bit of indescribable magnificence.

Arriving at the scene, the sky just dawned. Outside the venue, the signboards and arches have been decorated. The top of the venue’s building is covered with a large rail exhibition promotional flag. The urban rail train looks like a dragon. There is also a huge "Track Exhibition" promotional words.

A long red carpet spread out from the schedule stand, turned an L-shaped bend, and entered the National Exhibition Center venue through the sky-blue arch. Layers of gorgeous Phnom Penh.

No matter the home staff in the venue, the photographer team specially invited by the Ninth Academy, or the exhibition staff still in the car, they are all enjoying this beautiful scene.

At this time, Jiang Heng opened the door with a "chuckle", jumped out of the car and yelled, "Work! I've taken a photo! I gave you an hour of X thousand for photography to make you stay here in a daze!"

Everyone at the exhibition: "..."

Photographer: QAQ

"Grassing everything, burning the qin and boiling the crane, not knowing the elegance, playing the qin to the cow..." Wu Zheng shook his head sadly, complaining in a low voice.

"Enthusiastic about work, serious and responsible." Jiang Heng answered the words calmly.

Wu Zheng chuckled, and walked with Jiang Heng at the front of the line, past the photographers taking pictures, stepping on the red carpet through the arch, and whispered when no one could hear: "Brother Jiang is the best."

"Mr. Jiang, turn around!" The photographer leader shouted, "I'll heat up the machine!"

Hearing this, Jiang Heng stopped and turned around to smile, Wu Zheng also turned around cooperatively, and made a "V" with a bright smile.

"Perfect!" exclaimed the leader.

This "perfect" can be used not only to describe the first photo of the entire track exhibition, but also to describe the process of the first day.

After Jiang Heng handed over the burden of the exhibition to Su Jin, he went straight to the conference area. The on-site sign-in area had already been set up, and Zhao Suo was also there, finalizing the media list.

It was Zhao Suo and Huang Gong's first time with the track show, and each seemed a little nervous. Jiang Heng went up to reassure them, saying that everything was fine, everything would go according to the rules, and there would be no mistakes.

At [-]:[-], the speaking representatives and participating leaders of the meeting entered the venue in advance with their certificates.

At eight o'clock, other participants went to the sign-in counter to sign in and start the opening ceremony.

At 08:30, the exhibition area was officially opened to the audience. Although the rail exhibition sounds small, there are a group of people who are professional rail transit enthusiasts and have been waiting outside the gate early.In addition, there are some team visits organized by exhibitors—the ones that Xiao Yang called to invite before.

After the opening ceremony and the morning forum, Jiang Heng and Huang Gong led the media to the restaurant on the basement floor to rest.

Because in previous years when there were few media participating in the conference, there was a special media rest area, so when Jiang Heng took the reporters downstairs today, he was still a little nervous, afraid that the old media who had been here before would be dissatisfied.

But the situation he was worried about did not happen, and no one raised any opinions. They each found a place to sit down and began to sort out the manuscripts. The service staff of the restaurant immediately came to pour water for the reporters.

Only then did Jiang Heng's hanging heart relax. He didn't dare to show it too clearly on the surface, because this place was still in front of the media. He just let out a deep breath in his heart. When he sat down on the chair, he felt his whole body The tense muscles finally relaxed a little.

At this moment, Jiang Heng inadvertently turned his head——

!

He saw Wu Zheng sitting not far away, in an inconspicuous position, working "focused".

Wu Zheng's position is very biased, but no matter where Wu Zheng is, Jiang Heng will definitely see him at the first sight.

Wu Zheng opened his notebook and looked serious about his work. He didn't attract the attention of the media reporters at all, and he didn't even glance at Jiang Heng.

But Jiang Heng couldn't take his eyes off Wu Zheng at all, even if he couldn't keep looking at him blatantly, he always wanted to turn his head that way.

At this moment, Jiang Heng felt his phone vibrate, he glanced at WeChat, and sure enough, Wu Zheng sent an emoji:

-[Little raccoon croaks]

Jiang Heng could almost imagine Wu Zheng's subtext:

- look at me look at me!

- Don't dare to look at it!

- but I'm looking at you!

-Slightly slightly!

Jiang Heng really couldn't hold back his prehistoric strength and wanted to beat Wu Zheng up, but it was really impossible for him to do so in front of 58 media and Huang Gong.

After thinking about it, Jiang Heng calmly sent a WeChat message.

-Love you.

-I want to kiss you.

Then count silently in your heart.

Three, two, one...

There was a loud bang, and everyone looked over in shock, only to see a very young and cute male staff member lying on the table in front of the laptop in the corner with a bang. steam.

The reporters were taken aback. Huang Gong frowned when he saw this figure, and poked Jiang Heng's shoulder: "He looks familiar, does he belong to our institute?"

"No way." Jiang Heng said calmly, "How could the people in our office come to the basement floor?"

"That's true." Huang Gong agreed deeply, nodded and continued to chat with the media reporters.

Jiang Heng happily sent another WeChat message:

-[Little raccoon croaks]

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