The design director skipped work

"..." Wu Zheng nodded in a daze, his voice was astringent and he couldn't speak.

Jiang Heng's tone and Jiang Heng's eyes made Wu Zheng feel that he was speaking to himself for a moment.That focus and affection made his heartbeat and breathing quicken.

But deep down, Wu Zheng believed that this was just his own illusion.

The "she" in Jiang Heng's heart seems to be really excellent, or whether she is excellent or not, it can be seen from Jiang Heng's statement that he really likes her.

Wu Zheng felt a little uncomfortable.

He heard himself asking, "Is it from our courtyard? Which institution?"

"It's not from our hospital." Jiang Heng smiled and said, "I didn't intend to chase after him either, so don't ask so many questions, be good."

So Wu Zheng really didn't ask.

I don't know if it's because Jiang Heng said that he "doesn't intend to chase", or because Jiang Heng said "be good", temporarily calming his emotions.

Or just deep down, he doesn't want to think too much about this person.

The atmosphere fell into silence, Jiang Heng immediately used his speaking skills, and changed the subject in a pleasant manner: "By the way, didn't you just say that you like the private soup in this room? I'll get you some water."

"Ah...well, good." Wu Zheng nodded in confusion, "Thank you Brother Jiang."

The private soup pool of the senior suite is decorated very finely. It is a cabin by the window, with a wooden sliding door, and you can see peach blossoms and goldfish when you push the door in. There are also light red gauze curtains. The layout is very ambiguous.

Jiang Heng impurely thought of a series of words such as mandarin / duck handover / neck lotus tent warm, etc. Unfortunately, none of these words had anything to do with him tonight.

In fact, it might not matter a dime in the future, thinking of this, Jiang Heng sighed melancholy.

Jiang Heng didn't lie to Wu Zheng just now, Wu Zheng has no way, strictly speaking he is "not from the Ninth Academy", and if he didn't plan to chase him, he would not have lied to him. Jiang Heng is already thankful for being able to get along like this.

The hot spring water gurgled into the small pool, and there was a switch on the side of the wall. Jiang Heng pressed it, and wisps of white mist sprayed in from the air outlet. When Wu Zheng entered, the small room was already shrouded in clouds and mist, like a dream.

The black stone pool wall is warm to the touch after being soaked in hot spring water, and it won’t feel cold even if you step on it with bare feet. Wu Zheng took a breath intoxicatedly, the air was filled with the sweet smell of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, and the window was slightly opened. , There is a cool wind coming in.

"Brother Jiang, are you really not coming together?" Wu Zheng untied the belt of his bathrobe, turned his head and asked again.

Jiang Heng: "..." Of course not, baby, do you know what kind of wolf talk you are talking about.

Jiang Heng walked to the sliding door and said to Wu Zheng with a smile, "I still..."

Then I just saw the bathrobe slipping off Wu Zheng's thin and soft shoulders.

Jiang Heng instantly forgot all the polite refusals he had thought up just now, his throat tightened for a while, and he just said "no" hastily and fled away.

Wu Zheng soaked in the hot spring water, blowing the breeze, very comfortable.

There is also a TV on the other side of the wall, which plays Wulin Biography, and he enjoys it while watching it.

Wu Zheng has always liked all kinds of enjoyment, everyone is the same, who would not like a life of sensuality, pleasure and pleasure.It's just that Wu Zheng is more indulgent, while some people are more self-disciplined.

The representatives of self-discipline are sitting outside right now.

In fact, Wu Zheng really hoped that Jiang Heng could come to soak in the soup for a while. In his impression, Jiang Heng had never had any entertainment activities. Even when he was playing games just now, his demeanor was always self-sufficient.

If other people Wu Zheng would think that this person is holding it all day long, but this person is Jiang Heng, he would not think so, he was just afraid that Jiang Heng would be tired.

Thinking back carefully, he seemed to have seen Jiang Heng's completely relaxed smile twice. The first time was when Jiang Heng watched him eat egg custard with half his face swollen, and smiled like a fool. Son.

Another time was when they were chatting just now.

Thinking of this, I think of the person Jiang Ge likes.Just thinking back to Jiang Heng's eyes, the kind of thoughtful deep affection that couldn't be concealed, Wu Zheng felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It can only be said that he has no intention of chasing after him.

If he really chases after him, no matter what kind of person the opponent is, Wu Zheng believes that Jiang Heng can catch up with him.At that time, Jiang Heng will look at that person with such eyes, and he will have to devote a lot of his thoughts to that person. There is no way to devote himself to work and lead the convention and exhibition center to a glorious future...

No, absolutely not.

What kind of twisted possessiveness is this.

Wu Zheng couldn't help sighing while watching the gags in the TV series.

Jiang Heng was outside, the TV was on, and he wasn't in the mood to watch it.

Not because he was distracted, although he was.

Coming out to build a team does not mean that you can ignore your work. He is looking at the work arrangement in the leadership group of the Propaganda Office, and he still feels a little strange.

After the team building is over, they will invest in the construction of the exhibition area of ​​a large-scale world-class exposition "World Trade Exhibition", but the division of labor for the World Trade Exhibition has always been vague in the work arrangement, and it is enough to simply say "the exhibition center will be responsible" things.

Jiang Heng is well aware of the truth that there must be a demon in an abnormal situation, but he doesn't know who is behind the delay in the work arrangement of the World Trade Exhibition.In fact, there is an answer to this question by asking Wansuo, but it is too late now, and Jiang Heng is not sure whether it is appropriate to ask this question by himself.

Jiang Heng rubbed his eyebrows and yawned.

Just when Jiang Heng began to feel tired, there was a slight sound from the sliding door behind him, and then Wu Zheng came out wrapped in a bathrobe.

The first thing Jiang Heng saw was his bare feet stepping on the plush carpet, the dark brown carpet lining his feet were as white as jade.

... What is the world?What plum?

Jiang Heng's head went blank for a moment.

"Brother Jiang." Wu Zheng called out energetically. His complexion looked good, with a hint of pink in his white skin.

"Yeah." Jiang Heng finally regained his sanity and smiled standardly, "Soak it?"

Wu Zheng nodded, moved to Jiang Heng's side, and sat down next to him naturally. Jiang Heng immediately moved more than ten centimeters in a secret and quick gesture, and slightly opened the distance.

"Brother Jiang, what are you doing?" Wu Zheng asked.

"Watching TV, it's pretty good." Jiang Heng didn't want to reveal the work. As a small department leader, he was very conscious that the sky was falling and I was standing on top of him. He wouldn't talk nonsense until he figured out the ins and outs.

"399 boxes of kidney tonifying medicinal wine?" Wu Zheng looked at the TV screen in confusion.

Jiang Heng: "..."

Jiang Heng didn't change his face: "Now it's an advertisement, the feature film of this show is good."

As soon as the words were finished, the passionate music sounded from the opening of the program: "Daily Maternal and Child Classes will share with you the child-rearing tips that mothers must master!"

Wu Zheng looked at Jiang Heng even more confused: "?"

Jiang Heng: "..."

Just when Jiang Heng was considering whether to explain it as "I accidentally crossed the stage before you came out but didn't notice it" or "I'm really a person who is very interested in the life knowledge of mothers and babies." Before, Wu Zheng had smiled empathetically: "Actually, Brother Jiang, I know, you fell asleep just now, right?"

"...?" Jiang Heng followed the good advice, "Ah, yes, how do you know?"

"I saw you yawned." Wu Zheng said, "Brother Jiang, you are so tired all day long, why don't you go make some soup?"

"It's okay, no need." Jiang Heng refused habitually and reservedly.

"Let's soak for a while, it's very comfortable and relieves fatigue." Wu Zheng continued to persuade.

When he opened the door and came out, he happened to see Jiang Heng yawning with one hand on the center of his brows. His expression looked like he was exhausted after a week's night. Wu Zheng felt a little distressed.

The word "relieve fatigue" really made Jiang Heng's expression slightly loose, and Wu Zheng struck while the iron was hot: "Really, it's very comfortable, brother Jiang, let's soak for a while. If you think the water I soaked too dirty, I'll put another pool for you .”

"No, no, no." Jiang Heng's deep-rooted passive skills of thrift and thrift exploded instantly, and as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he found that he seemed to have promised something.

It was too late to repent now, looking at Wu Zheng's instantly shining eyes made him say something that might make Wu Zheng unhappy, he couldn't do it, so he could only stand up resignedly: "Then I'll go soak for a while."

When Jiang Heng was in trouble, Wu Zheng switched to another channel to watch sports programs, and his mind was distracted.

Hearing the sound of Jiang Heng's rustling clothes, he really wanted to go and have a look. If he didn't think it would be a pervert to do so, he would really go and have a look. After all, Jiang Heng's figure was in Hengshan Station that time. At first glance, it is really good.

But Wu Zheng couldn't figure out why he was interested in Brother Jiang's figure. He still prefers to watch young ladies when he usually reads Weibo.

After Wu Zheng finished watching the three episodes of the dog-blood, octagonal, desolate, bitter, and rainy ethics drama, he finally felt that something was wrong.

Why doesn't Brother Jiang come out? If he doesn't come out, everyone will be wrinkled.

"Brother Jiang?" Wu Zheng tiptoed to the sliding door and called out, "Brother Jiang, have you finished your soak?"

Jiang Heng didn't answer.

Wu Zheng, a young expert in brain hole, suddenly had various terrible scenes such as soaking in a bath and drowning in his mind. He pushed open the sliding door and was ready to give Jiang Heng a cardiopulmonary resuscitation——

The clouds and mist are lingering, and the fragrance of osmanthus is very strong.Jiang Heng sat in the pool under the red tent.

Blue bath salts are added to the pool, so it presents an opaque, highly saturated sapphire blue, making Jiang Heng's shoulders and neck exposed on the water surface thin and sharp, and his skin is also extraordinarily white.

Jiang Heng's back was very straight, while his head was slightly tilted with one hand resting on his cheek.

It turned out to be asleep.

Wu Zheng's footsteps lightened instantly, his heart seemed to be scratched by a feather, it was indescribably soft and itchy.

You can't soak in the hot spring for too long. The hot spring water will make you relax, and it will also make you dehydrated due to overheating.

Wu Zheng went to Jiang Heng's ear and called him softly twice, but Jiang Heng didn't respond.Wu Zheng noticed that his eyelashes were thick and closed into two beautiful fan shapes when he was sleeping.

Only after getting so close did he realize that there was a small mole at the corner of Jiang Heng's eye where the glasses frame would normally block it.

Wu Zheng thought for a while, Brother Jiang also worked very hard, otherwise he would not be called.But Brother Jiang fell asleep in the hot spring, and he was afraid that Brother Jiang would catch a cold.

So Wu Zheng went back to the bathroom and took a bath towel, folded it a little, and carefully covered Jiang Heng's shoulders.

Ordinarily, it would be over here, but as an excellent design, seeing the bath towel on Jiang Heng's shoulders was slightly crooked, Comrade Wu Zheng fell into obsessive-compulsive disorder again.

He squatted down, reached his hand from behind, and carefully tidied up the corners of the towel. In the process, his fingers inadvertently brushed the skin on the side of Jiang Heng's neck, which made people feel embarrassed.

Just when Wu Zheng was arranging the last fold of the bath towel in this posture that almost embraced Jiang Heng's neck from behind, Jiang Heng, who was supposed to be sleeping, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Wu Zheng's wrist.

Wu Zheng was shocked, thinking what the hell!What am I doing!Why did he wake up!What would he think of this posture!

He pulled his hand away in a panic, but Jiang Heng held on tightly.Jiang Heng had already turned his head, his expression was still a little dazed, he held Wu Zheng's wrist, and took a few probing glances.

"What... are you doing?" Jiang Heng asked, his voice was a little hoarse from just waking up.

A flame shot up from his wrist, Wu Zheng's tongue seemed to be tied up, but his ears turned red.