The design director skipped work

Jiang Heng's home is similar to Wu Zheng's imagination.Clean, tidy and simple.

"There is a sofa in the living room, and I have a bed in my bedroom, where do you want to sleep?" Jiang Heng asked.

"I sleep on the sofa." Wu Zheng said.

While talking, he looked carefully at Jiang Heng's expression, and observed where the windows in the room were by the way.

Wu Zheng had already made up his mind that he would never stand by the window until Brother Jiang calmed down.

"Okay." Jiang Heng said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Seeing Wu Zheng's cautious expression, he finally couldn't hold back his smile: "Don't be so nervous, I just teased you."

Wu Zheng: ...?

Jiang Heng, who is very effective because he seldom jokes, looks innocently at the sky.

Wu Zheng, who finally came to his senses, gestured his middle finger quietly out of Jiang Heng's sight.

The weather was too hot, Jiang Heng was already sweating after walking in a suit for so long.After taking a shower, I changed into a T-shirt and big shorts, which made me feel a little lighter.

"Brother Jiang." Wu Zheng's voice came from the hall, "We haven't had dinner yet, shall we order a takeaway? I invite you."

"The delivery fee at this point is too expensive, and heavy oil and salt are not good for the stomach." Jiang Heng frowned, "If you don't mind, I'll make some supper."

"Your dignified exhibition director still cares about the delivery fee of a few dollars... for supper?" Wu Zheng complained halfway, and suddenly grasped the point, "You make supper yourself?"

"If my pot can move the shovel by itself, I'd be more than happy to stand by and watch." Jiang Heng sighed, "Go take a shower and wash your clothes by the way, it's full of sweat smell. After washing, come out to eat , change clothes on the bed in my room."

It's too late now, and it's hot in summer, so it's not easy to make supper that is too heavy.

Both myself and Wu Zheng have worked hard for a day, so it is best to get some soup and meat.

It has to be convenient and quick, look how hungry Comrade Xiao Wu is.

In the end, Jiang Heng decided to make noodles with shredded pork with pickled vegetables and fried two eggs.

Jiang Heng took out the ground pork, mustard and dried noodles from the refrigerator, then turned on the fire, and stir-fried the shredded pork and mustard for a while. When he turned off the fire and was about to add water to cook the noodles, he suddenly heard a burst of applause from the door.

Jiang Heng turned his head, and Wu Zheng stood at the door of the kitchen, applauding sincerely.

"Awesome, director!" Wu Zheng said, "You can cook noodles!"

Jiang Heng: ...

You might as well just boast that I can breathe.

Wu Zheng had already walked into the kitchen and stood next to Jiang Heng, watching Jiang Heng skillfully stir-fry shredded pork with pickled mustard, boil noodles, and pick up the spatula with such good-looking hands. Even a little virtuous.

Ah Shubby.

Three years ago, when Jiang Heng was transferred from the technical vehicle institute to the publicity office and became the director of the exhibition center by air, many colleagues were skeptical of this new leader who was obviously too young and had never dealt with him before.

Only Wu Zheng's opinion of Jiang Heng has been the same for three years: Damn, what a handsome comparison!

In fact, Jiang Heng's quick integration into the exhibition is also related to Wu Zheng's familiar enthusiasm and attitude that has driven other colleagues, but Wu Zheng himself is not aware of this, he just admires Jiang Heng from the bottom of his heart.

Now it is unexpectedly discovered that Jiang Heng still has cooking skills. Deep in Wu Zheng's heart, Jiang Heng is already a bull X plus eight levels.

Jiang Heng cooked the noodles neatly, added toppings, added soup, seasoned, and finally sprinkled a little sesame and sesame oil.The scent immediately permeated the entire kitchen, and Wu Zheng next to him let out a low "wow".

Jiang Heng didn't even look at Wu Zheng, but his peripheral vision kept locking on Wu Zheng.

Suddenly some very weird thoughts deep in my heart.

The range hood was rumbling, the heat fogged up the glasses, the midsummer night wind blew insects and the moonlight blew through the small kitchen, these were all part of the daily life that Jiang Heng had long been accustomed to.

Wu Zheng stood in Jiang Heng's life without any sense of disobedience.

He was wearing Jiang Heng's clothes, with the scent of Jiang Heng's shower gel on his body, and wearing Jiang Heng's slippers. His calf was slender and fair under the sports shorts.

He obediently stood aside and waited, as if he had looked at Jiang Heng like this many times, waiting for him to cook for himself.

Jiang Heng couldn't grasp the essence of these thoughts, like vines crazily crawling on Xia Tian's tail, rushing left and right in his heart.

Some hot.

Wu Zheng was completely unaware of Jiang Heng's careful thinking, and he looked at Jiang Heng expectantly.

When I was young, the nanny cooked at home, and his mother was a young lady who didn't touch the spring water. She was afraid of twisting her nails when she opened a fire. This feeling of "waiting for someone to cook for me", Wu Zheng is the first Second experience.

When the dinner was served, Jiang Heng's cooking skills were just the same. It wasn't unpalatable but not very delicious. The clear soup lacked water, but Wu Zheng still ate very deliciously, and he gave a thumbs up while eating: "Brother Jiang Your craft is really good!"

Brother Jiang glanced at him, nodded, and continued eating.

"Brother Jiang, are you usually so quiet?" Wu Zheng took the initiative to find a topic, "Won't the family think you are too boring?"

Jiang Heng swallowed a mouthful of noodles slowly: "I basically don't talk to my family."

……

No matter how nervous Wu Zheng was, he could tell that Jiang Heng meant that he had a bad relationship with his family. He didn't expect that he would stab Jiang Heng again by saying something casually, so he laughed awkwardly: "Then... What about your girlfriend?"

Jiang Heng took a sip of the soup: "I've always been alone."

……

Wu Zheng was speechless in embarrassment, thinking to himself, could I be the new leader of the Knife Sect?

When he saw Jiang Heng eating now, he felt that Jiang Heng was eating with a lonely face.

No, we have to find something to talk about to make Brother Jiang happy.

At this time, Jiang Heng didn't know Wu Zheng's inner drama at all, but he was very hungry and concentrated on dealing with his noodle soup.

At this moment, Wu Zheng laughed a few more times and said, "Hey, Brother Jiang, that pot of prickly pear on your table is pretty pretty."

"That." Jiang Heng recalled, "The souvenirs given out by the singles in the courtyard before."

WHAT?

Wu Zheng was going to go crazy after hearing this, brother Jiang is already so miserable, how can I remind him of his going to a bachelor party.And now Brother Jiang is still single, which means that the friendship must have been unsuccessful, isn't this adding salt to people's wounds...

But in fact, Jiang Heng didn't enter the arena at all, and left after signing in with a pot of cactus.

Wu Zheng continued to change the subject in a panic, and found that there was a neck pillow on Jiang Heng's sofa cushion, which looked old: "Hey Brother Jiang! This neck pillow is not bad! I have been with you for many years, right?"

Jiang Heng took a look: "Well, I used it when I took a long-distance bus back to my hometown, but I don't need it now."

Wu Zheng: ...No.

Brother Jiang and his family have become so stiff that they can't communicate with each other. Brother Jiang's tone is so sad.

In fact, although Jiang Heng's relationship with his family is not very good, the reason for retiring this neck pillow is purely because his hometown has a high-speed rail, which can be reached in more than an hour, and he no longer needs to sleep in the car. Socialism is good.

But how dare Wu Zheng ask, he had already given up speaking, feeling that anything he said would hurt Jiang Heng's heart.

So Jiang Heng watched Wu Zheng stand up in a daze, walked to his side, bent down with a serious face and even a little bit of pain, gently hugged him, and then patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Jiang, I will definitely work overtime in the future, and try not to cause trouble for you!"

This was in Wu Zheng's heart, what he could do for Jiang Heng to the maximum.

Jiang Heng agreed with a question mark on his face: "Ah... yes."

-

Early the next morning, Wu Zheng was woken up by an unfamiliar sound of music. When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange gray sofa cover in front of him.

As soon as Wu Zheng turned over, Jiang Heng stood by the sofa and stared at him.

"It's time to go to work." The corners of Jiang Heng's lips curved slightly.

Wu Zheng: ...

Wu Zheng washed his face with a bitter face, and Jiang Heng thoughtfully prepared a disposable toothbrush for him.

But still want to skip work.

Looking back, he saw Jiang Heng half leaning on the door frame with "I see why you skipped work today" written all over his face, and after carefully assessing the feasibility of a sudden escape on the way to work, Wu Zheng finally resigned to his fate, obediently washed his face, brushed his teeth and combed his hair.

Wu Zheng just woke up looking silly, like a little milk cat.

Jiang Heng looked at Wu Zheng, who was brushing his teeth seriously and puffing bubbles, his thoughts drifted a little.

... Why don't you bring him into the co-rent, so you don't have to worry about him skipping work anymore.

Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and was deleted by Jiang Heng within a second.

What do you think.

"The laundry last night was dried, I'll bring it for you." Jiang Heng said.

"Okay." Wu Zheng agreed, "Brother Jiang, your laundry detergent smells so good."

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Convention Center Office.

Another busy day.Ever since Wu Zheng entered the office, Yang Xiaowei, Wang Yingying, and Liang Ziqing had been facing the computer all the time, and the keyboards kept crackling.

Although there are partitions between the workstations, you can’t see what the people next to you are doing unless you stand up deliberately, but Wu Zheng knows without thinking that his three design girls must be working for the construction of the Xingyun exhibition hall Do your part.

I completely forgot that no matter which design software, there is no need to press the keyboard so frequently.

The "Three Girls, One Drama" group created a new high in news of early risers.The cause of the incident was a message from Wang Yingying 10 minutes ago.

-Indifferent Ying: Damn sisters!big news!

-Zhimaowei: What's wrong with the leader? ? ?

-Indifferent Ying: ...

-Lenglanying: I just went to the cafeteria to buy something and come back early!I saw Angkor coming to work with the director!

- Helpless Qing:? ? ? ?

- Helpless Qing: I have already made up an [-]-word essay in my brain!

-Zhi Maowei: Wu Xiaozheng, what do you use to pay back the attendance hours you owe me! ! !

-Indifference Ying: I give you the pen to write.jpg

- Helpless Qing: See you at b04.jpg

Although she was already full of aunt smiles, Liang Ziqing knew very well in her heart that the situation of talking in the group could not really happen.

If you go to work together, you can only meet on the way to work, there is no other option.

At this time, Wu Zheng walked up to her: "Ziqing, today you are making a draft of a promotional page, and I will tell you a little bit about it."

Liang Ziqing hurriedly closed WeChat and opened the PDF that Wu Zheng sent her yesterday. Because of her guilty conscience, she smiled brightly: "Okay, Angkor, tell me."

Wu Zheng nodded, squatted down beside her, pointed at the screen and began to explain.

Liang Ziqing sniffed, and she suddenly found that Angkor was carrying a very familiar, slightly sweet fragrance.

She thought about going in and out of her left ear for ten seconds, and suddenly realized that this seemed to be... the scent that the director has always carried?

In order to stop her wild thoughts, Liang Ziqing decided to ask the Lord directly. She believed that the official answer could make her clearer.

So Liang Ziqing pretended to be natural and asked: "Angkor, you smell so good today, did you wear perfume?"

"No, this is the smell of Director Jiang's laundry detergent or softener." Wu Zheng smiled and said, "It smells very sweet, right?"

Liang Ziqing: ...Director Jiang's house? ? ?