The design director skipped work

In fact, Wu Zheng didn't think so when he first found out about Jiang Heng's business trip.

He cheered happily, thinking that he would be able to skip work without any scruples, and love whoever he is.

Who knew that soon he would be severely slapped in the face by the facts.

For the first three days, Wu Zheng was so entangled with work that he wanted to run away.

But when he thought that there was still so much work to do, he actually felt a strange sense of responsibility in his heart.

When he discovered this fact, Wu Zheng had a question mark on his face, but thinking that Jiang Ge is not here now, he is one of the facades of the exhibition. Wu Zheng reluctantly packed his things and went to work with aggrievedness.

On the fourth day, there was finally half a morning without a meeting. Although the afternoon was the tearing meeting that Wu Zheng and Jiang Heng complained about, Wu Zheng still made up his mind the night before that he must skip work tomorrow!Even if it's just half a day!

At seven o'clock the next morning, Wu Zheng opened his eyes before the alarm clock rang: "..."

Why is it so.

It was hard for him to believe that he had fallen so far. Although he seemed to have shown signs of change when he was on annual leave before, Wu Zheng still refused to believe that it really happened.

Wu Zheng closed his eyes, forcibly continued to sleep, managed to get back to sleep, and ate a hearty breakfast in his dream, then Wu Zheng opened his eyes and looked at his phone expectantly——

07: 30.

Wu Zheng: "..." How fat is this riding a horse.

Wu Zheng opened his eyes wide and looked up at the sky.

An hour later, a light layer of dark circles appeared under the big eyes.

Really, yes, okay, no, chat, ah.

Ordinarily at this point in time, the Ninth Hospital was about to start work. Normally, if Wu Zheng planned to skip work, Jiang Heng would already be sending him a message at this time, asking him if he woke up and when he would come to work.

Wu Zheng flipped through the chat records. Apart from talking about work and fighting pictures of the little raccoon emoji, it was basically Jiang Heng and him fighting wits, judging whether he missed work, and trying to arrest him.

But now, Brother Jiang is on a business trip, so these are all gone.

So skipping work suddenly turned pale and lost the original fun.

Nima, it wasn't like this before.Wu Zheng thought desperately, I used to skip work for the sake of skipping work.

So he sat up straight, turned on the computer, and watched half of the episode.

The fan drama is very cute, relaxed and cute. What's scary is that when Wu Zheng watched it, his mind was full of things about the World Trade Exhibition.

Worried about whether the little girls under his command were being bullied by people from other departments, and worried about whether something went wrong during his absence.

My youth is over.

Ten minutes later, Wu Zheng resigned himself to his fate and got into the car after washing.

At nine o'clock, Wu Zheng arrived at the office, and when he got to his desk, Ding Ran joked, "I'm late today."

"Ahaha, I got up late." Wu Zheng smiled dryly.

I've made a lot of progress, you almost can't even see me, okay?

Nothing major happened this morning. Wu Zheng wanted to report to Jiang Heng and had nothing to say, so he sent Jiang Heng an emoji of [little raccoon knocking on the door] during the break, trying to tease Jiang Heng to say something to him.

It's a pity that Jiang Heng didn't return. It seems that he is also very busy on a business trip in Shanghai.But next Monday he will be back, just around the corner.

In the afternoon, it was the meeting that Wu Zheng complained to Jiang Heng yesterday.

The full name is the Ninth Research Institute World Trade Exhibition Balabala Coordination and Discussion Meeting, which Wu Zheng referred to as the Tear Meeting for short.

This kind of meeting is a stage where big shots from all walks of life talk and talk, and they often quarrel to the point of blowing their beards and staring at each other, wishing to drag each other out of their seats.

Normally, Wu Zheng would be happy to watch the excitement, after all, it is very happy to watch the excitement.

But the flames of war are not good. When Wu Zheng thinks that this fight will be for the purpose of arguing about which plan to choose, and he may have to add a bunch of unreasonable demands when he finally decides, he doesn't want to go.

Unfortunately not.

In order to fully demonstrate the importance attached to this tearing meeting, the leaders of the institute chose the conference room in the Science and Technology Building as the venue. The meeting started at one o'clock, and at [-]:[-], Wu Zheng went to sign in.

On the sign-in form, he was surprised to find that the name under his name was: Jiang Heng.

"?" Wu Zheng asked the little brother in charge after signing, "Is this list wrong? He is on a business trip. It should be our Wang Suo who came to the meeting."

"??" The little brother's expression was more confused than that of Wu Zheng, "I don't know, I'm just in charge of signing in."

Wu Zheng shrugged, so be it, anyway, as long as his own name is correct.

This kind of meeting has a seating chart. Wu Zheng checked his seat, and it was not bad. In the corner, there were two people from the publicity office this time, one was him, the other was "Jiang Heng", "Jiang Heng " is on his left.

If it weren't for the prohibition of taking pictures, Wu Zheng really wanted to take pictures of the seating chart and the sign-in list, and complain to Jiang Heng at night, saying that the work efficiency of the administration is wrong, and the list is wrong.

When I entered the meeting room, the attendance rate was almost [-]%, but Wang Suo hadn't come yet, so the seat on the left was still vacant.

Wu Zheng sat down in his seat, opened the small notebook, wrote down the date, and wrote down the title of the meeting.

Then start drawing little people on the blank pages.

This is the case with Moyu Xingren, especially thinking that Wang Suo will sit down for a while, and it is impossible for him to continue painting under Wang Suo's terrifying coercion, so Wu Zheng seizes the time and writes like flying.

He drew a Q-version villain with three heads, a small business suit, and glasses. He is a serious young lady.

Then wrote a cute name on the side: Jiang Xiaoheng.

The serious little Zheng Taijiang Xiaoheng held a small cake in his hand and was about to eat it. Wu Zheng seriously painted cream flowers, cherries and chocolate decorations on the small cake.

The chair next to him squeaked, and someone on the left asked with a smile, "What are you painting?"

Wu Zheng was agitated, first received the notebook and then turned his head, showing an innocent smile: "Wang Suo, I..."

The second half of the sentence was all stuck in his throat.

The handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes sitting on his left, with clear eyebrows, seems to happen to be the prototype of the little gentleman I am drawing.

"Brother Jiang?" Wu Zheng desperately lowered his voice so as not to show his shock and excitement too clearly, "Why are you here?"

"?" Jiang Heng gave him a strange look, "Isn't my name on the seat chart? Why are you so surprised?"

"I..." Wu Zheng was speechless.

This is typical I've been smart enough to think of the third level of logic and you are actually on the first level.

Jiang Heng blinked innocently.

"Brother Jiang, didn't you say you won't be back until next Monday?" Wu Zheng still couldn't believe it.

"Didn't someone say they missed me?" Jiang Heng said lightly.

He took out the pen and notebook he was carrying with him from the bag, and a small bag of nuts from the plane was exposed in the interlayer of the bag. This made Wu Zheng realize that Jiang Heng was afraid that he would come to the meeting before returning home after getting off the plane.

Wu Zheng was immediately overwhelmed with emotion, but at the same time he felt something was wrong.

This means that he misses Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang just came back?That's not the way it is said. This kind of development makes people feel very disharmonious, or it is too harmonious, and it is easy to make people think wrongly. Then I am too sorry for Brother Jiang's "sweetheart".

"Just kidding." Jiang Heng said again in a timely manner, "The things on the scene are almost settled. I inquired about the standard of this meeting, which is a bit high. I'm afraid you can't handle it alone. Wang Suo won't cover you like I do."

This is quite reasonable, Wang Suo will definitely only push Wu Zheng out to let him face the wind and rain.Of course, from the perspective of work, there is nothing wrong with this, but Wu Zhengxuan would still be willing to shrink under the wings of the old hen Jiang Heng.

"Brother Jiang has worked hard." Wu Zheng said sincerely.

I added another sentence in my heart: I don't need to tease me next time, it's easy to make people think too much.

Jiang Heng smiled again. In the conference room, his aura was very dignified, so his smile was very businesslike.

With such a smile, Jiang Heng looked at Wu Zheng: "Show me the picture you drew just now."

Wu Zheng:!

Wu Zheng vigilantly covered the cover of the small book, this can't be shown to Brother Jiang, Jiang Xiaoheng, it's too embarrassing.

In the end, Jiang Heng's lips curled up into a faint smile, which was different from the business smile, with a bad intention.

"Isn't it Jiang Xiaoheng? I've seen it all." Jiang Heng looked at Wu Zheng with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand, "Let me take a closer look at my son."

Wu Zheng: "..."

Jiang Heng said that Jiang Xiaoheng was his son, so Wu Zheng could only show him, otherwise he would become a vicious old mother who cut off the relationship between father and son.

So Wu Zheng reluctantly handed the notebook to Jiang Heng. In order to prevent him from seeing his previous graffiti in other meetings, he had to humiliate himself and directly turned to Jiang Xiaoheng's page.

Jiang Heng laughed as soon as he took the notebook, his eyes were bent into crescents, which was a shape he would never have in the office before.

In all fairness, Jiang Xiaoheng's drawing is really cute, and because of the cuteness of the glasses and suit, if it is posted on the Internet, some young ladies will chase after it and leave "Ah, ah, it's okay to hit my mother!!!!" comment of.

Jiang Heng stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Xiaoheng's face, then turned his head: "The drawing is so beautiful, have you ever drawn comics?"

"No." Wu Zheng said, "I just send out electricity randomly, and the precision is far from the professional level."

Jiang Heng nodded, without saying anything more, closed the small notebook and handed it to Wu Zheng.

Although Jiang Heng's appearance made Wu Zheng feel a lot better, but objectively speaking, Jiang Heng's presence could not reduce the devilish level of the meeting. .

The core link of tearing up revolves around the four sets of plans provided by Wu Zheng.

Everyone knows that there are two basic principles in quarrels, the first is to elevate oneself, and the second is to belittle others.

Now several bigwigs are following this principle, using euphemistic words and sharp semantics to belittle the proposals they do not support to nothing.

Wu Zheng: ... Damn, I'm so angry.

Although he is just a design machine without emotion, even though several bigwigs attack each other, it is just to maintain the plan they support.

But after all, they are all works of Wu Zheng, and it is impossible for any creator to see his work being criticized wildly, and it is four sets of criticisms in all directions.

Wu Zheng listened silently, he understood the truth, but it didn't prevent him from being upset.

The bosses on the stage talked eloquently, but Wu Zheng in the audience was so angry that he opened his notebook, and drew next to Jiang Xiaoheng a three-headed Wu Xiaozheng with a fiery head and a ferocious expression.

At this time, the boss finished speaking, and everyone began to applaud politely. Wu Zheng angrily didn't want to applaud, and decided to use this small gesture to express his silent protest.

Now this face is not happy, just see it if it is seen, Ma De, don't care.

At this moment, Jiang Heng gently squeezed his arm and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry, be obedient."

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Valentine's Day tomorrow, double update~