The design director skipped work

In an instant, all Jiang Heng's feelings disappeared.

Memos, paintbrushes, the feeble wind from fans, and the scorching heat of the station are all gone.

His thoughts seemed to return to that night, Wu Zheng stood at the kitchen door and looked at him with clear eyes.

Flashing back to the exhibition hall of the boat show, the dazzling stars lit up in the dark night, and he said "for you".

The only thing that can really be felt is Wu Zheng's hand, which is soft and warm.

Jiang Heng felt that the blood all over his body was rushing towards his fingers, and the feeling of his heartbeat no longer stayed in his chest. There seemed to be a tendon in his fingers, which was beating clearly when he struggled.

Jiang Heng wanted to ask Wu Zheng if you knew what you were doing.

But he wanted to ask himself more, do you know what happened.

Wu Zheng held Jiang Heng and drew two strokes, only to realize that the opponent's hand was pressing on the screen so hard that he couldn't even pull it.

"Brother Jiang?" He called out tentatively.

"Ah... hey!" Jiang Heng suddenly agreed with a loud voice.

Wu Zheng was taken aback, but Jiang Heng suddenly pulled his hand out of Wu Zheng's hand as if he had just recovered.

Looking carefully, Jiang Heng's face even had a trace of abnormal redness.

"Brother Jiang, are you okay?" Wu Zheng asked a little worried.

"It's okay, I'll see how they measure." Jiang Heng said and stood up.

"Are you all right?" Wu Zheng looked at Jiang Heng suspiciously, "I feel that your face is a little red, is it too boring in the station?"

"It's okay. I just remembered that I promised to report the progress to the director at any time, but I forgot. I have to report quickly, or Wang Suo should be in a hurry." Jiang Heng said.

"Ah?" Wu Zheng looked confused, he wanted to ask when you agreed, and what can you report as an amateur, but after thinking about it, Jiang Heng didn't say anything, and he didn't care, so he just waved Waving, "Go, go."

Jiang Heng nodded, with a very calm expression, but his movements did not match his expression. He turned around like lightning and strode towards the worker who was measuring.

So Brother Jiang is really weird.

How does this person deal with Wang Suo, and why does Wan Suo like him so much.

It's obviously a little temper tantrum that explodes at one point.

Wu Zheng thought inexplicably, frowning and staring at Jiang Heng's memo for a long time.

The obsessive-compulsive disorder of years of design career made him desperately want to delete this ugly memo, but after thinking for a long time, he named it "Handle" and saved it.

That's it, maybe I can use this to trick Brother Jiang into cooking for me in the future, after all Brother Jiang loves face so much.

-

Jiang Heng folded his arms and stared at the workers measuring the data, and they would come and report to him after each item was measured.

I always feel that my face is still hot, just from the beginning.

This is really weird.

"Brother, do me a favor." Jiang Heng thought for a while and shouted.

The worker on the side came over immediately: "Leader, what's the matter?"

Jiang Heng stretched out a finger: "Help me measure how long this finger is."

The worker looked at Jiang Heng silently: ... Your baby's head was caught by the door.

Jiang Heng: ...that's really strange to say.

But on the surface, Jiang Heng still put on an unreasonable and confident spectrum. Anyway, he didn't really come here to know how long his hands are.

In the end, the worker took a ruler to measure Jiang Heng's fingers with a look of "Leader, don't sneak/rule me", and then reported a number.

Jiang Heng smiled kindly: "Thank you."

Worker: "...You're welcome."

The worker turned his head three times at a step and walked away like a monster, while Jiang Heng continued to stay where he was in a daze.

Just now the worker was holding a tape measure, and his movements could not be very precise, and the same-sex relationship was not very careful, his fingers would inevitably touch Jiang Heng.

But after repeated contact several times, he was completely, completely, completely, completely without the restless feeling of blood vessels bursting when Wu Zheng held his fingers just now.

-

The workers finished the scheduled measurement after one o'clock in the afternoon, and left separately, leaving Jiang Heng and Wu Zheng at the station.

Jiang Heng walked around the empty station hall a few times, and finally returned to Wu Zheng's side, sat next to him and watched him draw pictures.

Wu Zheng had already fully entered the working state, writing like flying, staring at the screen intently, did not say a word to Jiang Heng, and did not even look at him.

The originally sloppy design now looks decent.

Not only is it decent, it should be said that in Jiang Heng's eyes, it can be sold as a painting for money.

"Is the art level of the design so high?" Jiang Heng couldn't help asking after Wu Zheng outlined a round badge with a distant mountain pattern in a few strokes.

"How much you know, and how much you know depends on each person." Wu Zheng concentrated on wiping off the excess burrs, and suddenly turned his face, "Hey? Brother Jiang, when did you come here?"

"I've been here to see you for ten minutes." Jiang Heng was speechless.

"Oh, I didn't pay attention." Wu Zheng responded smoothly, shrunk the round badge again, carefully added some color, and muttered, "It's so inconvenient that the memo cannot be selected and zoomed... I have to add a little more, it looks too abrupt, I rely on..."

After drawing like this for another half a minute, Wu Zheng suddenly raised his head again and looked at Jiang Heng with a confused face, "Hey? Brother Jiang, when did you come here?"

"..." After this person entered the state, he seemed to turn his head and forget everything in the world. Jiang Heng sighed, "I just came here, so leave me alone and draw yours."

After four o'clock, Wu Zheng finally finished drawing the picture, took the tape measure left by the workers and started to measure everywhere, because this new and old fusion plan must consider the fit between the new booth and the old station, so there are many more parts to measure , the precision requirements are also much higher.

At this moment, Chang Zhizhi came in from the outside: "Aren't you two leaving? I'm leaving get off work."

"He's almost got something, let's go after measuring it." Jiang Heng said, "It's nothing, you go back first."

"It's too late and there are no street lights, it's more dangerous to drive up, so you have to leave at seven o'clock at the latest." Chang Zhizhi exhorted, and exchanged mobile phone numbers with Jiang Heng, "Contact me if you have anything, I have the key to the lounge Just hang it on the door, if you need something, just go and get it yourself."

"Okay." Jiang Heng agreed to send Chang Zhizhi out of the station.

Wu Zheng was obsessed with the ocean of data. The workers couldn't do this job, even Jiang Heng couldn't do it, because some of the dimensions Wu Zheng needed could only be measured according to his own ideas.

When measuring the chair legs, he vaguely heard Jiang Heng shout: "I'll call the driver!"

"Okay!" Wu Zheng yelled in response, and then the sound of footsteps and voices gradually faded away.

When Wu Zheng rubbed his neck again and raised his head to draw the word "shit", he happened to see Jiang Heng walking back with his cell phone in his hands, with a bad expression on his face.

"Zheng...Wu Zheng." Jiang Heng said, "There is bad news."

"What the hell is steaming Wu Zheng? It's too violent." Wu Zheng was already dazed by the data, and couldn't react to Jiang Heng's slip of the tongue, so he was stunned and started laughing.

Jiang Heng: "...Brother, focus on the key points."

In fact, Jiang Heng's heart is far from being as calm as it appears on the surface.

Even he was shocked by the "Zheng Zheng" that almost blurted out just now.

But in the current predicament, what to call is a small problem.

"What bad news?" Wu Zheng asked.

"Be prepared mentally." Jiang Heng said.

Wu Zheng frowned: "Could it be that this exhibition hall has been cancelled?"

Jiang Heng: "...it's not that bad."

"What is that?" Wu Zheng asked.

"It's raining heavily outside, and the driver said the car can't get up." Jiang Heng said, "That means we can't go back tonight."