Refraction

[Little Angel Game] is a team-building activity organized and planned by the Human Resources Department.

After typing out the written report stroke by stroke, Comrade Qiu Mang, the senior HR director, stretched his waist and touched the pink envelope on the table. Tightly sealed chips.

The reason why the emotions are so complicated is because... this envelope was stolen by Qiu Mang.

Lack of experience in committing a crime for the first time—while Chen Gong was working hard on the new computer, Qiu Mang swapped her envelope with the one that Chen Gong hadn't had time to open.

When fleeing the crime scene, Qiumang was too nervous and almost knocked down Zheng Yi who came out of the meeting room.

Zheng Yi's style has always been unreliable, and he asked Qiu Mang with a playful smile: "My good sister, why do you throw yourself into her arms in the company? If the Qiu family has to marry me as a son-in-law, my orientation only allows me to choose autumn!"

Qiu Mang kicked Zheng Yi's shin, and his eyes rolled up: "I am so worried about you, you are still here to make fun of me!"

Qiu Mang was indeed heartbroken for Zheng Yi.

In fact, when the lottery was drawn in the morning, the name Qiumang drew was "Zheng Yi".

Looking at the chips written by myself, I couldn't help but smiled wryly: Since I was a big sister, didn't I take care of that guy enough?Now he can even be drawn in games... God's will, God's will.

——"Could it be that my old lady owed him in her previous life?"

Qiu Mang stuffed the money back into the envelope, thinking it would be a big deal to go to the shopping mall after get off work to buy a perfume for Zheng Yi, a suit, etc., and then he dealt with it.

After a long vacation, there are a lot of things that need to be dealt with in the company.Throwing the envelope aside, Qiumang got busy with work.

At around 3:[-] p.m., a pop-up window in the attendance system reminded that [Chen Gong] had arrived at the company.

Only then did Qiu Mang remember the matter of arranging someone to replace Chen Gong's computer in the morning—"I should go and say hello."

This holiday season, the relationship between Chen Gong and Zheng Yi is like a roller coaster - going back and forth sharply.

Zheng Yi fell in love with his old enemy—Qiu Mang felt that this was both unexpected and not unexpected.

Excluding the overly rigid personality, Chen Gong is actually a very good person; if the two can really be together, Zheng Yi can take Chen Gong to "release" his personality a little bit, and Chen Gong can also restrain Zheng Yi's "excessive extravagance". put".

The point is: a big volcano against a big iceberg, this kind of strong setting is very suitable for Qiumang's taste... After the two mountains collide, the beautiful scenery of ice and fire, a senior rotten girl like Qiumang really doesn't want to miss it...

--want to see.

Thinking of this, Qiumang laughed out loud.

——It would be great if Chen Gong drew Zheng Yi's name!

Thinking of this, Qiu Mang stopped in his tracks.

——Chen Gong just came to the company, maybe he hasn't opened the envelope yet!

Thinking of this, Qiu Mang turned back to the office.

All subsequent actions were smooth and smooth, and there was nothing wrong with it.

——"I don't know what Chen Gong's expression was after opening the envelope..."

Qiumang smiled "hehe", and unfolded the idea that originally belonged to Chen Gong.

On it was a name that was not too familiar but seemed to be seen before: Huang Jiaojiao.

After entering these three words into the file and searching, Qiumang remembered who this person was.

——It was the intern who detonated the "collision of two mountains" before the long vacation...

Throughout the afternoon, Chen Gong's anxiety frequently spilled over to Zheng Yi's work station.

On average, he takes a deep breath every minute, and goes to the smoking room every half an hour on average; it can be seen that he is extremely uncomfortable with the unfamiliar operating system, but he is trying to silently fight against his anxiety—this kind of "Chen" with a unique flavor Anxiety in Zheng Yi's boring working hours, but it provided a bit of entertainment.

At 6:[-], Chen Gong finally couldn't take it anymore, so he swung the swivel chair backwards angrily, leaned on the back of the chair sullenly, closed his eyes and regained his composure.

Zheng Yi raised his head in response, and saw that Chen Gong's eyebrows had already been twisted into a ball; he was obviously angry and not smiling, but a small dimple was drawn because the corner of his mouth was curled downward.

Zheng Yi couldn't help laughing at him.

The laughter angered Chen Gong with his eyes closed, he opened his eyes and glared at Zheng Yi.

Seizing the opportunity of Chen Gong to stare at him, Zheng Yiyi raised his eyebrows and responded, "Do you need help?"

Chen Gong wanted to say "no need", but after the off-duty time, the people in the visual department had already withdrawn, and the only one who could help him was Zheng Yi... If only Zheng Yi was left, he didn't need to show off too much face.

That's why Chen Gong stood up and gave up the screen: "Come and show me!"

Chen Gong didn't lower his tone, and ordered his director bossy, Zheng Yi didn't care about it: "Since you begged me, I'll help you..."

He swaggered into Chen Gong's chair: "Where can't it be?"

Chen Gong was full of anger: "Where did the Ctrl key go?!"

"It's enough to replace all the Ctrl keys with Commands—you come to me to help you, is this the attitude?"

"..."

"Go and make me a cup of coffee." Zheng didn't even look back, but held the empty cup in his hand to one side.

After two seconds of silence, the cup in his hand was snatched angrily.

After helping Chen Gong, who was not familiar with MAC operations, finish processing the document, Zheng Yi also read [-]% to [-]% of the plan completed by Chen Gong.

It has to be said that Chen Gong's business ability is unquestionable-the whole plan looks logical and clear, and many details are intertwined.Zheng Yi weighed it in his heart and felt that he couldn't do it.

He only joked with Chen Gong: "Twenty or so young young models, really fragrant - the case that Lao Wang gave you?"

Chen Gong shook his head: "I picked it up myself."

Chen Gong felt that this matter had to be clarified, so that Zheng Yi would not mistakenly think that it was Wang Yao who passed Zheng Yi to assign work to the visual department. After the case, there was a bit of a flaunting mentality: Although you are the director of the visual department, who has the real power, you can tell from who Lao Wang trusts more, right?

On the way back to the company from the airport that day, Zheng Yi laughed and said to himself in a seemingly relaxed tone: "If you once thought about it from my standpoint, you wouldn't care about me for so long..."

After listening to his words, Chen Gong knew and understood: Yes, such a proud son, who has been "empty" several times by old Wang, big and small, should be somewhat displeased...

Here, Chen Gong was thinking secretly, Zheng Yi stood up from Chen Gong's work station, walked away from Chen Gong, and said "Thank you" to Chen Gong.

Chen Gong didn't understand: "Thank you for what?"

"The matter about the lamb—Qiu Mang told me."

"Oh...you believe me?"

"Believe it. Why don't I believe the man I chose?"

Chen Gong was caught off guard by being molested, his face wrinkled, and he wanted to scold something, but Zheng Yi turned around and stopped him with his signature cheeky smile: "But I still went to the appointment."

"what?"

"When I entered the room, I told him to be careful. Many hotels are very dangerous now, and there are hidden cameras; I said I have a device to detect cameras—do you want my brother to test it for you?"

"..."

"He was stunned for a long time without struggling, so he asked me how I knew."

"..."

"I said it was told by a man who loved me deeply."

"..." The molestation caught Chen Gong by surprise.

His face was wrinkled, and he wanted to scold something, but suddenly remembered that Zheng Yi was his "little master"...

Refraining from beating him this week is regarded as "treating him kindly" - Chen Xiaotian thought so.

When Chen Gong arrived at the company early the next morning, he saw a piece of mousse cake on the table.

Chen Gong looked at his colleague in the nearby seat: "This..."

"Director Zheng invited the entire visual department to eat cake!" The colleague raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Chen Gong looked around, and sure enough everyone had a share - I don't know what this guy Zheng Yi is doing on a whim.

So Chen Gong looked at the opposite station again—it was not yet the start time, Zheng Yi was lying leisurely in a chair, sipping coffee, surrounded by a few colleagues, joking and gossiping.Zheng Yi tilted his head and greeted Chen Gong's eyes with a smile from the crowd, and said to Chen Gong who didn't thank him, "You're welcome!"

Chen Gongcai replied sloppily and perfunctorily, "Thank you."

Yesterday, Lao Wang asked Chen Gong to meet a client for a meal and dismiss the case: If you leave at 11:3, you can come back before 4:[-] pm... Then you will lose nearly [-] hours of working time—— Coupled with the lack of proficiency in the new computer, the work efficiency in the remaining working hours will be halved again.

In his mind, he simply re-planned his workload for the shortened working hours, and Chen Gong turned on his computer.

"Zheng Jian, Zheng Jian, where did you buy this mousse?"

"Isn't it delicious? - sweet but not greasy!"

"Correct!"

"I'll share the address with the group in the visual department in a while, you can go there, the point is the manager of the cake shop - handsome!"

"Really! Are there any pictures!"

"Where can I directly take pictures of people? You guys go to take a sneak peek on weekends - can my brother's eyesight be bad?"

Chen Gong was still busy getting used to the new computer, the nearby chatter and laughter fell into Chen Gong's ears from time to time, he had no time to be distracted but it was inevitable to be distracted.

Chen Gong has played this kind of role since he was a child—wandering outside the circle of people around him, trying to blend in but unable to blend in, so he simply pretended not to blend in in the end.

Sean's "Cheese Cake", Zheng Yi's "Mousse Cake"...the difference between various exquisite desserts, Chen Gong also doesn't know - those who are not in the life of "wild phoenix" like himself something that will appear.

Chen Gong suddenly thought of a boring trivia - in the first year of chasing Sean, Chen Gong took Sean to eat steak on his birthday.

Before setting off, Chen Gong held his head high and held his chest high, patted Xiao En on the slender shoulder and said to him, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat something good!"

However, when the waiter asked Chen Gong "how rare is the steak?", Chen Gong's knowledge made it difficult for him to understand the question: "How can it be half-done?"

Sean lost his temper at himself that day, and ran away after eating.

Thinking about it now, Chen Gong couldn't help laughing bitterly.

This chuckle happened to be followed by Zheng Yi's words, "You will never guess who my 'little master' is...", Zheng Yi, who mistakenly thought that he had been ridiculed, turned his head and called Chen Gong's name: "What? ? Does Deputy Superintendent Chen not believe it?"

In fact, Chen Gong, who had missed a large part of the crowd's conversation, was of course bewildered: "What?"

Zheng Yi raised his chin and said, "Do you want to bet?"

"What bet?" Chen Gong frowned.

But Zheng Yi stood up, waving his arms to attract everyone's attention: "Do you want to make a bet with me——if anyone can guess who my 'little master' is, I will... I will be his 'one'." Japanese boyfriend' - okay?!"

Yuluo's response was exceptionally enthusiastic.

Zheng Yi sat back in his chair, and turned his gaze to Chen Gong again: "Is this bet enough?"

Chen Gong was still bewildered.He didn't notice it at all - it was just that his wry smile because he was emotional about the past aroused Mr. Zheng's strong competitive spirit.

"Zheng Jian, Zheng Jian, to what extent is this 'boyfriend' used?"

"Any range!"

The author has something to say: Director Zheng's forehead became hot and he fell ill again.