The design director skipped work

This kiss is just a kiss, and what happened later has happened many times, so I won't repeat it for now.

Afterwards, the two of them discussed when it would be true, and finally decided to choose a special commemorative date, which is Christmas Eve.Jiang Heng also said for the first time that in order to ensure the experience of Wu Zheng, he will take a day off on the 25th to focus on being gentle with Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng threw a pillow over this, asking him to shut up quickly.

Although most of the Saturday was slept through, the track exhibition was over, and there should be no more tasks in a short period of time, so neither of them felt sad about wasting their weekend, but felt very relaxed.

When going downstairs to check out, Jiang Heng specifically asked Wu Zheng what type of room they lived in, and then studied the price list hanging on the wall at the front desk of the hotel, sighing a lot.

Although Jiang Heng was joking, but when he looked at the price, he looked very serious. Wu Zheng suddenly remembered the words Jiang Heng said with his drunken eyes last night, "I am worthy of you". He will never forget Jiang Heng's thoughts like this. No, I was moved and distressed.

Wu Zheng wanted to talk to Jiang Heng about this matter, but he didn't know how to speak. He was sure that Jiang Heng must have forgotten what he said, otherwise his attitude would not be so natural today.

The car was parked in the parking lot of the Intercontinental Hotel. Compared with the fifty mid-to-high-end cars around, it looked rather shabby. Jiang Heng started the car, and at the same time he asked, "Did you pay for that room?"

"?" Wu Zheng glanced at him in confusion, "Then can I still be reimbursed by the institute?"

Jiang Heng smiled: "Then I'll transfer the money to you later."

Only then did Wu Zheng react, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, my sister will reimburse you."

"Then I will take advantage of my sister with peace of mind." Jiang Heng nodded, oiled his feet, and the car slowly drove out of the parking space, "Your family treats you very well."

"It's just that our family has a more cheerful personality. They will definitely like you very much and treat you very well." Wu Zheng said, "My sister must like you very much, and she wants to see you all day long."

Jiang Heng thought to himself, your sister doesn't like me very much, but she really wants to see what kind of strange thing it is that can answer every call wrong.

On the way, the two of them struggled with what to eat for lunch, and finally reached an agreement that everyone didn't bother to move, and ordered takeaway to be delivered to their door.Jiang Heng originally thought that he would eat boxed lunches for the past few days, and invited Wu Zheng to have some barbecue, barbecue, etc. at noon, but Wu Zheng insisted that he wanted to drink soup.

Jiang Heng understood that Wu Zheng felt that he just drank wine last night and drank soup to nourish his stomach, and he was happy to accept Wu Zheng's intentions, so the two finally chose a Cantonese restaurant, ordered soup and some dim sum.

"What are we going to play in the afternoon?" While waiting for dinner, Wu Zheng opened the episode he was following recently, but he forgot which episode he was watching, and asked Jiang Heng while flipping through.

"Watching a movie?" Jiang Heng sat down beside Wu Zheng.

"I've been watching the movie for two weeks, let's change the activity." Wu Zheng finally dragged the progress bar to the correct time, and started watching with a satisfied face.

"Then... accompany you to make up the show?" Jiang Heng thought for a while and said.

"...can you be a little more creative?" Wu Zheng fell on Jiang Heng helplessly, and handed the swimsuit girl on the phone screen to Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng immediately turned the old man's face to the side, unable to look directly at it.

"Just want to make up with me." Wu Zheng looked disgusted, "I think we could set up a yoga mat in the living room and do sit-ups all afternoon to see who can do more."

"Teach me how to draw." Jiang Heng said.

Wu Zheng was stunned.

"What?" he asked.

Of course, this question is not because Wu Zheng didn't understand clearly. How could he not understand the six-character Chinese.

His question was more like self-protection, keeping a little distance from Jiang Heng's request, so that he could think about how to answer.

Most people don't want to teach their friends to draw because of trouble or friends don't pay attention, but Wu Zheng's reason is not for this.He just felt that he was not even in the mood when facing painting, and he was not ready to teach others.

If anyone he knew made such a request, Wu Zheng would refuse it even if he didn't even think about it.

But the person who asked this question was Jiang Heng.

Is it serious, or just a whim?

"I said, teach me how to draw." Jiang Heng repeated again, "Is that okay?"

……

Wu Zheng knew that it was impossible for Jiang Heng to study it seriously—it meant learning painting skills wholeheartedly, not to be with him.

Wu Zheng also knows that his painting skills are really not very good now, and even many non-scientific painting lovers are much better than him.

But he suddenly felt that he didn't want to paint alone anymore.

Even if it is a dross-like work, I hope someone will see it.Even though Jiang Heng might not understand some of his views and insights on painting, he doesn't want to continue savoring the harvest alone.

Just like someone broke into his own emotional world, maybe there should be someone to accompany him to review the road that he has never dared to look back.

"Okay." Wu Zheng said.

So after dinner, the two went to the studio, Wu Zheng asked Jiang Heng to put on the paint-stained coat hanging behind the door, and took him to do the preparations, and then the two of them stood together on the drawing board filled with drawing paper forward.

"Want to draw something?" Wu Zheng asked.

"Shouldn't the teacher paint whatever the teacher teaches?" Jiang Heng poked the paint with the tip of the pen with great interest, and the paint without water was picked up one by one.

"It's different here. I can teach you what you want to draw." Wu Zheng said, "If you can't figure it out, I'll bring you an egg and you can follow the drawing."

"..." Although Jiang Heng didn't know anything about painting, he was still very familiar with the story of Da Vinci painting eggs that was selected into Chinese textbooks, and Jiang Heng was sure that unless he showed amazing Wu Zheng was stunned by his potential, otherwise this painting might be the first and last painting in his life, he didn't want to draw an egg and end it.

"Can I draw you?" Jiang Heng asked after thinking for a while, and he admitted that he didn't have much creativity.

"Ah..." Wu Zheng hesitated for a while, he had to draw a line draft for painting, he planned to do this step by himself, but it would be too shameful to draw it by himself.

After thinking about it, he said, "Can I draw a Q version?"

"Okay." Jiang Heng said with a smile, "For the Q version, let's draw the two of us together."

So Wu Zheng drew a Q version of Wu Xiaozheng and Jiang Xiaoheng holding hands. It is a very simple scene that looks lively.

"I can't bear to paint anymore. Once I paint, it will definitely ruin the painting." Jiang Heng said.

"No, it's very simple." Wu Zheng said, picked up the pen, adjusted the color by himself, and dotted on Jiang Xiaoheng's face, and soon a little face with a light pink color appeared in front of Jiang Heng.

"Come on, try it." Wu Zheng handed the pen to Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng was silent for a long time before asking: "Do you know what it means to watch a plenum, and do it to pieces?"

After 1 minute, Wu Zheng stared at Wu Xiaozheng, who looked like he had severe vitiligo, in a daze, and covered his face.

"Sure enough, a handicap is a handicap." Jiang Heng actually studied his "painting" leisurely, "I still shouldn't have illusions."

"No more." Wu Zheng swallowed a mouthful of blood from his throat, praising without conscience, "Just practice a few more times."

In the end, the well-dressed Chu Chu Jiang Xiaoheng and the tattered Wu Xiaozheng were fixed on the painting together. Jiang Heng didn't even see the painting, but Wu Zheng was so happy that he even took several photos with his mobile phone.

"Let's just take pictures." Jiang Heng said stiffly, "It's really ugly."

"Not only to take pictures, but also to frame it." Wu Zheng said, pointing to the blank space on the wall, "Look, just hang it there, okay?"

Jiang Heng really wanted to say it was bad, it was too embarrassing, but he suddenly found that Wu Zheng was smiling brightly.Although such a bright smile has elements of mocking him, it's not just for laughing at him, it can be seen that Wu Zheng is in a good mood.

Although I don't know why drawing a picture can make him feel so good, but if Wu Zheng is happy, Jiang Heng feels that everything is OK, isn't it just hanging the ugly picture he drew on the wall at home, and it is not hanging on the wall of the publicity office superior.

"It's all up to you." Jiang Heng said.

This painting was painted for a long time, and then the two of them packed up the painting tools together. While brushing, Wu Zheng suddenly said in the sound of the water: "Thank you Brother Jiang, this is the first time someone has accompanied me to paint."

Jiang Heng's first reaction was to ask, was there no one to accompany you when you were studying art?But his keen EQ small radar made him realize before he uttered this sentence that what Wu Zheng said meant that something unpleasant had happened before, so Jiang Heng wisely didn't ask.

"I can also accompany you to draw in the future." Jiang Heng said, "I'll help you brush and paint, and it's too hot in summer to fan you or something."

"Be my model." Wu Zheng said smoothly, "The one who doesn't wear clothes."

……

It was only after Wu Zheng finished speaking that he realized that this was not just a joke when he was in school. Saying this kind of thing would set him on fire.

He turned his face tremblingly to see the silent Jiang Heng's expression.

"I'll take it seriously when you say that." Jiang Heng said, and then made a gesture to untie his belt.

"Hey, don't, don't!" Wu Zheng's face turned green, and he immediately reached out to stop him. His hands were wet, and the water splashed all over Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng looked at Wu Zheng silently.

Wu Zheng looked at Jiang Heng cowardly.

"Man, you are provoking." Jiang Heng said.

Wu Zheng was so shocked by this sentence that he even forgot how to open his mouth to make complaints. At this time, Jiang Heng had already turned on the bathtub faucet and poured some water over it.

A man is such a strange creature. Once splashed by water, he will immediately transform into a splashing monster and start a fierce water fight.

So the two were entangled in the cramped bathroom for no reason.

Entanglement and entanglement, things changed.

When Wu Zheng came to his senses, he was already lying in the bathtub, the faucet was still running water, the water temperature had already heated up, and his clothes and pants were wet.

Jiang Heng propped himself on top of him, the distance was no more than 5 centimeters.

There was a thin mist in his eyes.