The design director skipped work

What is art.

Wu Zheng no longer has the time to think about this mysterious question, together with his artistic pursuit and creative enthusiasm, he has no time to care about it.

From the corner of my eye, I could see my own legs. Under the dark light, it showed a jade-like texture that made people feel clear. The rouge-like red was smeared on the skin, and it was hard to tell whether it was paint or other traces.

It came too suddenly, and he was not prepared psychologically, so Wu Zheng felt drunk.

Every time I'm with Jiang Heng, I feel fascinated.And this time, there was a paint smell that Wu Zheng was too familiar with in the air. This smell made him feel like he was entangled with Jiang Heng in his past memory.

The beautiful and painful, the familiar and the strange, are all dyed with a touch of crimson in the sweet/greasy breath/breath.

In a trance, Wu Zheng felt Jiang Heng pull him up, and he tried to focus his eyes on Jiang Heng's eyes. Jiang Heng leaned down and kissed him, with beads of sweat hanging on his shoulders.

"Your brother said something to me today." Jiang Heng said.

"Huh?" Wu Zhengyong agreed angrily.

"He said that your Wu family should not be inferior to others." Jiang Heng said with a smile.

"..." Wu Zheng almost laughed out loud, he wanted to ask why Jiang Heng would suddenly tell a joke at such a time?

But Jiang Heng obviously didn't want to tell a joke.

He kissed Wu Zheng again, put his arms around his back and pulled him up: "So you sit up."

If the elder brother knew, he must be Brother Zhajiang's villain.Such thoughts crossed Wu Zheng's mind.

Immediately, this idea was shattered in a fierce collision.

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"Next time, I really have to refuse this sudden PLAY no matter what." Wu Zheng collapsed in the bathtub again, "Or I want to spread yoga mats all over the house without dead ends."

"The yoga mat is too ugly." Jiang Heng helped Wu Zheng rub his knees, "Poor little one, your knees are swollen."

"..." Wu Zheng flew up a jio, but Jiang Heng grabbed his ankle, "Why can you say that my knee is swollen so calmly? Have you ever wondered who made me like this? Is this a lack of morality or The loss of humanity?"

Jiang Heng rubbed Wu Zheng's knees, and looked over innocently: "But you were obviously/cool just now."

"Let me out." Wu Zhenghong struggled to climb out of the bathtub with his ears open, but was held down mercilessly by Jiang Heng.

At this time, Wu Zheng was determined to go to the big brother in the downstairs club to get a card and lift the iron after the Chinese New Year, otherwise he would have no strength to fight in front of Brother Jiang.

"Is it because I'm too hot or you are too strong." Wu Zheng's resistance was futile, so he could only obediently let Jiang Heng continue to rub him.

"I usually exercise." Jiang Heng said, "You think everyone is just like you, paralyzed on the workstation after work, and paralyzed on the lazy sofa after get off work."

"Damn!" Wu Zheng said angrily, "We stay together every day, and I didn't see you exercising."

"I really didn't have time to run after I was with you." Jiang Heng thought for a while and said, "So there is only one way of exercise left."

"What?" Wu Zheng didn't respond.

Jiang Heng looked him up and down with the eyes of a treadmill.

"..." Wu Zheng covered his face.

That night, Wu Zheng was sore all over. Before going to bed, Jiang Heng squeezed his shoulders, beat his back, rubbed his waist and pressed his legs. At first, Wu Zheng felt that Jiang Heng was very considerate and even a little moved, but then he thought about who made him do this Yes, the moving mood disappeared in an instant.

Pay off your debts!snort!

The next day, due to his excessive physical exertion, Wu Zheng slept until the afternoon, and Jiang Heng was not there when he woke up. This situation is also normal. Full of virtuous nature.

Wu Zheng was too lazy to move, so he didn't rush to call Jiang Heng.He reached out and touched his mobile phone, and when he pressed the screen, he saw "Happy New Year" sent to him by various people.

Wu Zheng crossed out all the New Year's greetings group posts with one click, and sent them back to Tongle to Ziqing and a few close colleagues, and then read the messages from his family.

My mother sent a cliche group text message like "I'm afraid there are too many blessings on thirty nights that you can't see". Bless your friend expression pack.

My mother specifically asked Wu Zheng to send it to Jiang Heng, because she forgot to add Jiang Heng on WeChat.After much deliberation, Wu Zhengsi still couldn't press the forward button, so he directly forwarded Jiang Heng's WeChat account to his mother.

Wu You sent a very ordinary New Year greeting, but she specially emphasized that I didn't call you this time!You see how sensible I am!As long as I don't call you, no one will answer the wrong call again!

Then there was Wu Lu, after the normal New Year greetings, he actually posted another famous aphorism about how a man should straighten his spine.

Wu Zheng: "..." Who did you learn from badly, brother!

Although Wu Lu didn't talk to Wu Zheng directly about this issue, but Wu Zheng already knew his thoughts from his mother. Seeing the famous quote sent by Wu Lu, he couldn't express it in his heart.

In the end, Wu Zheng decisively sent a message to his eldest brother, saying: Brother!I was on it last night!

Although this wechat seems indescribably strange, in order not to be shared by wechats with men as the theme of self-improvement, Wu Zheng also went all out.

Sure enough, Wu Lu quickly replied: [thumb][thumb]

Wu Lu continued to reply: In this way, brother can rest assured!

Seeing that Wu Lu finally became carefree, Wu Zheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the fact that you are on the top because of your body/position, of course you should not tell your elder brother.

Father Wu is the least eloquent in the family, because his talent is all about making money. This New Year, he didn't talk a lot to Wu Zheng like other family members, but chose the most simple and unpretentious way of blessing.

Wu Zheng happily accepted four transfers of 5 yuan sent by his father with the postscript "Happy New Year". He sincerely hopes that other family members can also learn this way of New Year greetings.

At this time, the door slammed, and Jiang Heng opened the door and came in. Under the influence of the heater, even though it was winter, Jiang Heng was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and his hair looked wet/damp.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Heng came over and kissed Wu Zheng.

"Yeah." Wu Zheng reached out and pulled Jiang Heng's hair, it was indeed wet, "Why wash your hair at this time?"

"I just went downstairs for a run." Jiang Heng said, "What you said yesterday reminded me that I still need to maintain physical exercise and maintain my physical condition."

Wu Zheng nodded in confusion: "Then should I also exercise?"

"No need." Jiang Heng smiled and squeezed Wu Zheng's waist, "Small ribs are pretty cute."

"You're short ribs!" Wu Zheng was furious, how could a man be called thin and weak.He turned his back angrily and ignored Jiang Heng.

"How about fried garlic short ribs for lunch?" Jiang Heng asked thoughtfully.

"Okay, okay!" Wu Zheng turned around in a second, elated.

The short ribs are already being marinated. Jiang Heng was going to cook this dish early in the morning to supplement Wu Zheng. After thinking about it carefully, his cooking skills have made great progress after working with Wu Zheng. I feel that I can show off my skills at the luncheon next year. .

Speaking of next year's luncheon, Jiang Heng remembered the invitation Mr. Wu sent to him at the Orbit Exhibition before. Later, Mr. Wu sent him some materials. After reading it, Jiang Heng thought it was quite reliable, but the matter of changing jobs It was a big deal, and he still couldn't bear to part with the exhibition center in his heart, so he was still hesitating.

Forget it, don't think about work during the holidays, Jiang Heng checks the time, the ribs are almost marinated, ready to start frying.

The idea of ​​not wanting to work during the vacation was actually an idea that came up after being with Wu Zheng. In the past, Jiang Heng didn't have the concept of vacation at all in his heart.

Today is the New Year, Wu You and Wu Lv sent Jiang Heng a happy New Year’s WeChat message when they woke up in the morning. At first, Wu Lv only sent the word "happy" to express his dissatisfaction, but just now, without knowing why, he enthusiastically said I sent him the phrase "Happy New Year" followed by dozens of emoji.

Jiang Heng felt strange, but the thinking of the Wu family couldn't be understood with common sense, so he didn't care too much.

In addition, Wu Ma also added him on WeChat and sent him a happy new year.

In contrast, my native family is much deserted.

The younger brother Zhang Jinpeng sent a blessing, which was the only blessing Jiang Heng received. He replied and sent a transfer of 5000 yuan to his younger brother, but the younger brother did not accept it.

Mother and stepfather were very quiet, as if treating Jiang Heng as a dead person without saying a word. Since the last call to ask Jiang Heng for money was unsuccessful, Mom has not contacted Jiang Heng again.

In fact, Jiang Heng has always liked festivals, because he feels that festivals have a sense of ritual, as if life has entered a new stage, and the future will always be brighter than today.But there has been no one to accompany him to celebrate the festival, he can only celebrate the festival with himself, just like making a wish to the fireworks.

Jiang Heng put the spare ribs into the pan to fry, the oil was beeping and bubbling, and the short ribs wrapped in batter soon released a rich smell of meat and garlic.

To be able to live with the person he likes, to cook for him and take care of him, and to receive messages of blessings like relatives, this is something that Jiang Heng could not have imagined a year ago anyway.

Just like he couldn't imagine that he would really work hard to improve his plastic cooking skills.

Wu Zheng was quickly attracted by the smell, and leaned over to the side of the pot. Before Jiang Heng could remind him, he had already been scalded by the fried oil star, and he jumped back to the kitchen door, looking at it with curiosity and fear. Watching Jiang Heng finish frying the ribs.

Fried short ribs are delicious as long as the seasoning and heat are OK. Wu Zheng grinned his teeth when he ate the first one, but he still couldn't stop at all. When the plate was almost finished, his phone started ringing.

"Help me pick it up." Wu Zheng said, his hands were oily and it was inconvenient to answer the phone, "Could it be my sister again?"

"Impossible?" Jiang Heng took Wu Zheng's phone out of his trouser pocket and took a look, "Mao Erguo."

"Come on, turn on the speakerphone, most likely you want me to hang out." Wu Zheng said.He wondered why Xia Mao Erguo didn't send him New Year's greetings this morning, but after thinking about it, he guessed that he went out all night to have fun again, and he should still be hungover at that time.

Jiang Heng answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone. Mao Erguo's passionate voice immediately filled the room.

"Good evening, Young Master Zheng! Hahahaha!" Mao Erguo said, "Would you like to come and play with me hahahaha!"

Jiang Heng was shocked, he knew that Mao Erguo was a little distracted, but he didn't expect him to be so excited.

Wu Zheng also looked shocked, because Mao Erguo is not like this usually, although it is not very normal, but he can't smile like a happy hen.

It was precisely because of this abnormality that Wu Zheng did not reject Mao Erguo's invitation in seconds, but asked him: "Where can I find you to play?"

"Of course it's a bar, hahahaha! Where else can I go?" Mao Erguo said cheerfully.

Co-authoring is still an old script, Wu Zheng raised his forehead, ready to refuse, "Why are you so excited to go drink, I thought you discovered some new world."

"I'm not excited, hahaha." Mao Erguo said, "I'm just heartbroken after falling out of love, hahahaha!"

Wu Zheng: "..."

This person is really not excited, more like broken.

The author has something to say: it's the end. At the beginning of April, the main text will be finished (because I haven’t finished writing, I don’t know the exact date)~

4*50000 This is the one-day single-transaction limit I checked on WeChat. If there is something wrong, it means that I am really poor QAQ