Refraction

This sudden shock caused Zheng Yi extremely strong physical discomfort.

Although Zheng and Chen Gong had always been disgusted, after all, there was no deep hatred between the two of them.People's hearts are fleshy - look at Chen Gong, who is so proud and lonely in the picture, unconscious, raped, secretly photographed, and posted on the Internet for others to share Just for fun... Zheng Yi, an imposing eight-foot man, also frowned, clenched his teeth and tightened his lower eyelids.

Of course the lower eyelids are tightened because I want to cry.

But Zheng Yi still didn't hold back, and wiped away the uncontrollable tears.

Zheng Yi didn't think crying was a sign of weakness, and his mood at the moment should be described as: the anger of a hot-blooded man.Not to mention Chen Gong—the lieutenant under his command, even if it was just a small intern in the department who seemed to be in danger, Zheng Yi would fight the bad guys hoarsely.

Zheng Yi is "Justice" himself. He can't rub a grain of sand in his eyes since he was a child. His emotions are very strong and vivid, and his love and hatred are clear and distinct.

The ice cubes used to compress the chin were melted by the hot blood that rushed to the head, and the towel wrapped in the ice cubes was saturated with water and began to drip down.Zheng Yi felt restless, got up and walked into the bathroom and threw the towel and ice cubes into the washbasin.

The room is brightly lit—ceiling spotlights, bedside reading lamps, bathroom heating lamps, desk lamps... Infinite lines of light intertwined in a limited space, almost exposing every corner, and you can see the exquisite floor tiles. You can see the dirt in the room, and you can see the fine dust suspended above the carpet.

--"Disgusting……"

The picture I saw just now was replayed over and over again in my mind, and the feeling of suffocation was very strong.

Finally, he managed to breathe out the breath that was choked in his throat.

Every ray of light seems to become a needle, piercing people with nowhere to hide.Zheng Yi frantically turned off [Master Control], and the world was able to return to peace.

After 5 minutes of slowing down in the dark, the mood just started to calm down when the doorbell rang again.

The person who came was not Yang Yi, but the food delivered upstairs by the hotel service staff for Zheng Yi.

——At first, Zheng Yi was still full of gossip when he got off work, and he was full of beautiful fantasies about tonight's "Farewell Boy Ceremony", so he rushed to the hotel with his forehead and weapons hot, completely forgetting to have dinner .Later, when I calmed down, I felt that I should add some energy—Yang Yi worked overtime, so he sent a WeChat message to Zheng Yi to tell Zheng Yi that he had eaten a bento at the company—but at the moment when he got the hot takeaway, Zheng Yi had no appetite at all .

No appetite, and a rare coldness on the forehead.

It wasn't Yang Yi who came, and Zheng Yi felt a little relieved.The smell of meat steaming from the plastic bag made Zheng Yi feel a little queasy, so he conveniently put the takeaway in the bathroom and closed the door.

It was already very late, and from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights flowing on the elevated bridge flickered from time to time.Zheng Yi sat on the spot at the foot of the bed, looking at the lights outside the window, unable to regain consciousness after a long time.

After sitting for a long time, the phone rang, and the caller showed [Xiao Yang], Zheng Yi picked it up: "Hello?"

"Brother Zheng - I'll come to the toilet to call you back now. The customer hasn't finalized the details yet, and tomorrow is the National Day holiday. They want to meet in person, so I may have to wait for them to come - I may not be able to make it today ..."

"Um……"

"Next time, let's have fun next time, shall we?"

"it is good……"

"OK Bye Bye!"

When he hung up the phone, Zheng Yi glanced at the time - 10:03, turned off the phone, and Zheng Yi only belatedly realized that Yang Yi had let him go.

It was the first time in my life that I turned yellow unexpectedly...but I didn't feel any sense of loss, I just couldn't escape the shock just now.

Zheng Yi, who tried to transform into a "mature man" but failed, lay alone on the bed until after 10:30, sat up and tidied himself up briefly, checked out the room, and came out of the hotel.

Downstairs where the hotel is located is a small bar, the voice of a singer singing came from it, Zheng Yi stood still unconsciously.Probably because of the association of the singer in the bar——Zheng Yi suddenly thought of Chen Gong again.

I heard from Qiu Mang before that Chen Gong also worked as a singer and made money by singing in bars.Zheng Yi couldn't imagine what kind of voice that indifferent face would make when it sang a love song, what kind of expression it would put on.

Zheng Yi heard some bits and pieces about Chen Gong from Qiu Mang:

Chen Gong is Qiu Mang's senior, and they are studying at the National Institute of Design.

I seem to remember that Chen Gong was born in a small mountain village, and his family was a single parent with a meager income.

When I was in college, I was a top student during the day and part-time in a nightclub at night. At first, I was just a little waiter helping to clean up the garbage. Later, the bar owner accidentally discovered that he could sing, so he was transferred to be a resident singer; it seems that Chen Gong paid for the entire university tuition Living expenses are all based on this income subsidy...

But it's strange to say that Chen Gong obviously cherished that bar job, but then he seemed to offend a customer and was sent to the hospital. After disappearing for a week, he went back to school with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He hasn't been there since then. worked part-time.

When Zheng Yi heard Qiu Mang's talk about Chen Gong, he thought, "This kid is quite talented, punk, and legendary!"

So much so that I forgot for a while... I seem to hate him.

When asked about the work progress by Chen Gong, it was 11:03.

A plain and straightforward message: "Did Zheng hand over the manuscript to the client?"

Across the screen, Qiumang could imagine Chen Gong's rigid face.

Just when I wanted to reply Chen Gong, "I have already arranged for Zheng Yi to do it", the news from Mr. Wang also came: "Qiu Mang, Zheng Yi usually listens to you, can you arrange for him to go to Chengdu tomorrow to assist Chen Gong? Scouting together?"

Qiumang felt that his head had grown a whole circle in a second.

After taking a deep breath, Qiu Mang decided not to reply to Chen Gong, but sent a message to Zheng Yi: Are you busy?

Zheng Yi called back: "I'm busy, I'm at the company, and I'm wiping the lazy intern's ass."

Qiu Mang was overjoyed, and with a smile on her face, the mask on her face was crooked: "Mygod... Supervisor Zheng sometimes has a good working attitude!"

Zheng Yi's mocking laughter came: "Sister, don't make fun of me all the time—you know Chen Gong's personality better than me, right? Last night, the giant Buddha was so anxious that the interns were forced to work overtime to make up for work. I think I know this too." The job is about to reach a deadline - I let the intern go again, so if I don't make up for the mistakes she made, Chen Gong can't give me another punch?"

"No... are you okay?" Instead, Qiu Mang couldn't figure it out: "Young Master Zheng sometimes shows consideration for Chen Gong..."

"...How bad is brother in your eyes?"

Qiumang faced the mirror and spread the crooked mask: "So you didn't have a relationship with the lamb... so what?"

"Little Yang is pestered by a client—speaking of which, can Manager Qiu transfer him to our department?"

"What are you thinking—he won't be able to pass Chen Gong's test."

Zheng Yi himself understood: "It's okay, forget it."

"Do you care about that lamb so much? ——Are you guys in a... couple relationship now?"

When asked about this topic, Zheng Yi hesitated for a moment, "Hmm..." After a long time, he replied without confidence: "It's sort of."

"What does it mean? If it is, then it is not——Emotional matters cannot be ambiguous."

Zheng Yi himself didn't want to be ambiguous, but Xiao Yang was ambiguous, which made Zheng Yi confused for a while.Although he is used to acting like a "flirty dandy" with "no morals in his mouth" - but Zheng Yi also knows that in terms of feelings, he is an untested beginner after all.Playing the role of "Veteran in Love" in front of everyone is nothing more than a matter of face that Zheng Yi cares about most - although he can't understand the reason, it seems that admitting loneliness is much more shameful than being misunderstood as a "scumbag".

Zheng Yi drank a few sips of coffee in a "ton, ton, ton" way: "...the main reason is that although the lamb approached me on his own initiative, but now the lamb has no feelings for me--I'm a bit confused..."

"I don't care if he has feelings for you—" At this juncture of the topic, Qiu Mang suddenly became very serious: "Do you understand your own feelings?"

Zheng Yi felt that Qiumang asked about his pain point, but he still held his face: "Nonsense..."

"Then let me ask you—what do you like about him?"

"It looks good, and it's good."

"If there are only these two points in establishing a relationship, it would be too reckless—it's okay for you to have the shortcoming of recklessness, but you can't treat it like this when it comes to relationships!"

Zheng Yi was quiet for a long time, and said "hmm" vaguely.Qiu Mang didn't know if he understood.

After the topic of "emotions" was over, Qiu Mang remembered the main idea again: "Oh, by the way——Isn't Chen Gong surveying the scene in Chengdu? I heard Mr. Wang said that Chen Gong encountered some difficulties..."

"Oh?" Zheng Yi on the other end of the phone seemed to be mobilized by "Chen Gongzhi's defeat": "What's wrong with Chen Gong?"

Qiu Mang didn't speak out about Chen Gong's situation, but said, "He's not good at dealing with people—you know that. It would be great if the person sent to Chengdu this time is our Director Zheng..."

"of course!"

Hearing that he was better than Chen Gong in business, Zheng Yi, who was originally in a negative mood, became a little proud: "Chen Gong's paper tiger looks scary, but it is actually an empty shell!"

Qiu Mang caught Zheng Yi's subtext: "Scary?—Are you afraid of him?"

"No! How could there be... What am I afraid of him doing?" Zheng Yi refuted Qiu Mang vaguely because of his lack of confidence, and then asked after a pause: "So... What difficulties did he encounter? You can ask him, Then you tell me the problem, and I will give you some help!"

Qiumang laughed "puchi" and said, "Master Zheng—why do you think you have such an awkward personality! If you want to help him, just tell him directly, why do you want me to be an intermediary!"

Zheng Yi defended: "I don't want to help him—I'm serious! This is a matter of the company's business, and it is even more of a matter of my department—if something goes wrong with him, I have to take responsibility together .I was thinking about the company—without HALO, I would never have any interaction with people like Chen Gong in this life!"

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say..." Qiumang still laughed "puchi", and then said: "Then... the salary is three times the salary for a small holiday - you were deducted 25% of your monthly salary just because of the fight. Do you want a chance to make up for your losses?"

Mr. Zheng certainly doesn't care about his monthly salary.But after thinking about it, since Qiumang is doing this foreshadowing, it should be Mr. Wang who wants to use her mouth to arrange work for himself; combined with the above... Zheng Yi asked: "Do you want me to fly to Chengdu?"

"Yes. Mr. Wang means that he wants you to go..." Qiu Mang didn't use the word "assistant" but replaced it with "help"—"Chen Gong..."

But even though he carefully polished his speech skills, Qiu Mang was still a little uncertain about whether Zheng Yi could accept this arrangement peacefully.

As a result, Zheng Yi's attitude on the other end of the phone was not as resistant as he had imagined, and he replied lightly, "Yes—as long as Chen Gong doesn't mind." It's all sent to the customer!"

Both things were resolved smoothly——Camboo wafted through Qiumang's mind!

Then, while continuing to joke with Zheng Yi, they sent [ok] emojis to Chen Gong and Mr. Wang respectively.

After chatting for a few more words, the two said good night to each other. Qiu Mang just took off one of the earphones, but Zheng Yi called out and stopped hanging up the phone: "By the way, Qiu Mang—you are familiar with Chen Gong, you know him On the left chest... near the armpit, is there a heart-shaped birthmark?!"

It was quiet for a while.

Zheng Yi received a sentence from Qiu Mang: "You are crazy, how would I know this!"