The design director skipped work

Jiang Heng exploded instantly.

This is really not the plot he imagined.

He didn't dare to think about such a plot at all.

Sometimes Jiang Heng even felt that Wu Zheng did it on purpose.Deliberately put her face up to kiss him, deliberately got into his arms, deliberately drew his Q-version villain, and now deliberately leans in his room and hugs his waist.

Jiang Heng just wanted to ask Wu Zheng, why not marry him.

At this moment, Wu Zheng put his arms around Jiang Heng's waist. Jiang Heng had never been so intimate with anyone in his life.

Wu Zheng wrapped his arms around Jiang Heng's body. Through the thin unlined clothing, Jiang Heng could feel his body temperature, and even vaguely feel the soft and smooth touch of his skin.

He was so close, the two of them are now in a state of intimacy like a young couple, and they have to have a particularly good relationship.

Jiang Heng had a bad feeling.Reason told him he should now look up at the sky and focus on his work.

But sensibility made him want to see Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng's face cannot be seen from this angle.

Wu Zheng always likes to bury his face somewhere when he sleeps, and he doesn't know how the bridge of his nose can look so good when he sleeps like this.

What Jiang Heng can see now is his fluffy and frizzy hair top, half of his fair and thin face, and because of his sleeping position is too freehand and the neckline is too big, a small piece of dazzling white skin from the neck down, and collarbone Lean shade.

Jiang Heng: ...

Fuck it.

He found himself reacting.

There are now ten thousand mud horses galloping in Jiang Heng's heart.

Five thousand of them were pulling him to the bathroom, no matter whether it was to solve personal problems or to calm down, they couldn't stay on their feet all the time, it was too scary.

But the other five thousand heads pressed him on the bed and asked him, if you went to the bathroom, would Wu Zheng still hug you like this when you came back?

will not.

Do you have the guts to lift his hand and let him hug you?

Of course it is impossible, mainly because it is too immoral.

In the end, Jiang Heng still didn't move.

Although it feels very sinful, but Zhengzheng fell asleep anyway, Zhengzheng didn't know that he would react when he hugged him, so...

The old blushed.

Harm, so be it.

But Jiang Heng didn't dare to lie down. With the experience of the team building last time, he felt that Wu Zheng would wake up just about anything he did.

Wu Zheng will let go when he wakes up, it feels so good to be hugged, he doesn't want Wu Zheng to let go.

So Jiang Heng sat stiffly in the dark for more than an hour, during which time he adjusted the work materials again, and then carefully broke Wu Zheng's hand, and lay down to take a nap by himself.

-

Wu Zheng had a dream.

Dreamed that he was holding Jiang Heng in his arms.

In the dream, Jiang Heng's waist was very thin and warm. He didn't know what kind of mentality he had, but he just kept hugging him, reluctant to let go.

The scene in the dream is also very similar to reality, a small room in a hotel.

When Wu Zheng woke up, he was half asleep and half awake, still a little bit unfinished.

Dimly, he thought, if he really put his arms around Brother Jiang's waist, it would be pretty good.

Wu Zheng opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, he felt something soft in his arms. For a moment, his heart beat and he stepped on the accelerator, but then he realized that he was holding a pillow.

Fortunately, it wasn't Brother Jiang. If it was the same as last time, it would be embarrassing to death.

But Wu Zheng still felt a little regretful in his heart.

He rubbed his eyes, it was already dawn, the curtains were drawn, and white sunlight poured in from the window sill.

Wu Zheng: ...the weather is fine.

In the next second, he bounced up like an electric shock, and grabbed the phone on the table.

Don't oversleep! ! !

Fortunately, I looked at my watch, and the time is only 7:45, and the previously agreed meeting time was 8:30 in the morning.

Only then did Wu Zheng heave a sigh of relief, what were he thinking, how could Brother Jiang leave you alone.

Then I saw the message from Jiang Heng:

I'm going to buy you breakfast, pack your things and wait for me to come back.

There is a feeling of living.

what.

Wu Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth that had been raised.

What are you doing.

-

The early morning in the Shanghai stock market is much cooler than Jiang Heng imagined. Near the agreement hotel is a quiet alley, or should be called "nong", which is quite different from the crispness of the northern alleys, and it is more graceful in terms of overall temperament.

Jiang Heng had never lived in the South, so getting up early and going out for a walk felt a bit novel.

There was a long queue in front of a small shop on the side of the road, and Jiang Heng went up to the queue, selling rice balls, a southern specialty snack.To be honest, Jiang Heng has never eaten it, but he is quite interested.

He bought himself the most common one, because he was not feeling well and couldn't eat anything.

I also bought Wu Zheng a ham sausage with salted egg yolk and meat floss, because I remembered that Wu Zheng was greedy for meat, so I bought two more cups of sweet soy milk.

When carrying the breakfast to the hotel, Jiang Heng was in a good mood, a rare relaxation under the depression of the past few days.Before leaving, Wu Zheng was still in a deep sleep. Wu Zheng's sleeping face was very obedient and lovable, which was in stark contrast to his noisy sleeping posture.

Wu Zheng should have woken up when he went back, imagining Wu Zheng's reaction when he saw that he was brought back breakfast - happily took the bag, looked at him with shining eyes and said thank you Brother Jiang, and then acted like a little squirrel, Holding the rice ball and gnawing there.Such a picture made Jiang Heng's lips twitch involuntarily.

Even if they are not close, as long as they can take care of Wu Zheng, Jiang Heng will feel very satisfied.

He even unconsciously hummed a ditty, entered the hotel lobby, took the elevator, and opened the door to the floor——

"Xiao Jiang, did you go out in the morning?" Wan Suo's voice suddenly dragged Jiang Heng back from his floating fantasy to reality.

Jiang Heng was shocked, and found that Wansuo was standing in front of the elevator door next door. He must have just gotten up and was still dressed casually.

Jiang Heng adjusted himself to work in a second, and said with a smile: "Go out and buy some breakfast, Director, are you going to eat?"

"Just finished eating." Wan Suo said with a smile, and walked to Jiang Heng's side. The rooms they lived in were not far apart. Wan Suo meant to go back together.

When Jiang Heng came to the publicity office, Wansuo was the first one he got acquainted with. There are also rumors that Wansuo met Jiang Heng when he was cooperating with the vehicle agency.

Of course, there is no evidence for this. Anyway, Jiang Heng knew that Wan Suo had a little preference for him, and he was very grateful.

But now that he wants to go with Wansuo, Jiang Heng feels a little guilty for no reason.

Feeling guilty, on the surface Jiang Heng walked beside Wansuo docilely, with a standard business smile on his face.

The corridor of the hotel is very long, and their room is at the end, so the road is quite far in a sense.

After walking side by side for about a third of the distance, Wan Suo suddenly asked, "Is Xiao Jiang in a relationship?"

Jiang Heng shook his hand, and the soy milk almost spilled, but he didn't show any abnormality on his face, and said with a smile: "No, why did the director ask such a question?"

"I saw you in the elevator with a happy face, but you don't usually look like this." Wan said with a regretful expression, "Have you not fallen in love yet? Hurry up and talk about one, you are not young anymore."

Jiang Heng said haha: "How can we have time to talk? Besides working overtime every day, we are on business trips. I'm not in a hurry."

"Really, it's good not to be in a hurry." Wan Suo complained a few more words that he hadn't had dinner with his wife for a long time, the two had already reached the door of his room, Jiang Heng told Wan Suo that they were about to move on , and was stopped by Wansuo.

"What else can the director do?" Jiang Heng asked.

Wansuo glanced at Jiang Heng's hand and smiled: "It's okay, the work pressure is heavy recently, you should pay attention to your body, take a good rest, and don't get tired."

Jiang Heng nodded in bewilderment and agreed, thinking that my dark circles are not so big, the director can see it?

He continued to walk to the door of his room, moved his hands to one hand, and took out the room card from his pocket with his free hand. The moment he was about to swipe the card, Jiang Heng froze suddenly.

I rely on.

He suddenly recalled Wansuo's gaze, what Wansuo was looking at was not his hand, but something in his hand.

He holds soy milk.

two cups.

The author has something to say: @wansuo, let me, Jiang Jiang, pay attention to my body, where are you thinking!

Tomorrow is still two more updates, in order to get better at Zhengzheng, I am struggling with the manuscript every day ovo~