Rebirth White Moonlight Fall in Love with Me

midnight.

Xiao Jun's fever finally subsided, Cheng Jingze put a cup of hot water beside his bed, borrowed his clothes, took a hot bath at his house, left a post-it note and left.

The clothes were a little too small and didn't fit well, but fortunately Xiao Jun's aesthetics were good, and Cheng Jingze put them on contentedly.

For him, the favorability of friends with aesthetics is doubled directly.

Of course, except for Ji Huai.

That guy wore either a suit or a suit all day long. During the ten years they lived together, apart from wearing some casual clothes at home, they had to change back when they went out.

Fortunately, a handsome man is more attractive in a suit. For so many years, Cheng Jingze's affection for him has only doubled and never less than half a point.

The elevator dinged, and Cheng Jingze came back to his senses.

Damn, why did you think of him again? !

Cheng Jingze patted his brain and got out of the elevator.

A gray Maybach business car passed by him, and the man in the co-driver glanced out the window with gloomy eyes.

It was almost ten o'clock when Cheng Jingze got home by taxi, he was dizzy now, he had only taken care of Xiao Jun during the day, and he didn't have a rest, just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep...

The phone lights up again.

There were also a few Weibo fans who asked for drafts in private letters, with a few reminders in between.

Cheng Jingze glanced briefly, closed his eyes, sighed heavily, and jumped up from the bed.

what to sleep!It's still important to make money!

He took the manuscript of the New Testament, turned on the ipad, crossed his legs and began to prepare for a big strike.

The phone rang again, Cheng Jingze glanced at it, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey?"

The person on the other side was silent all the time, then suddenly let out a bang and hung up.

Cheng Jingze was puzzled and felt inexplicable when the call came again.

"Is there a problem?"

Said to the other side: "Hello, is this Mr. Cheng Jingze who graduated from the Art Department of University A?"

Cheng Jingze froze for a moment, then checked the number again, "It's me, what's wrong?"

"I'm the HR Manager of Xiamei Group. Your resume has been approved. Please come and report next Monday."

"But... today is Sunday." Cheng Jingze said, "You mean tomorrow?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"……No."

"Then please come to the New Talent Department on the second floor of the company before [-]:[-] tomorrow morning. There will be a brief meeting then."

"Okay." Cheng Jingze waited for two seconds, but the other party didn't speak any more, so he hung up.

He wondered, was there a phone call to inform him of this in the last life?

It seems that there is no, and it seems that I forgot.

He still thought about reporting after the operation, it seems that people are not as good as God.

Forget it is not important.

It is more important to rush the manuscript, otherwise it may be sent by fans someday.

Cheng Jingze painted until three o'clock in the morning, put on a sleeping mask, set fifteen alarm clocks, and lay down.

He thought he would be so tired that he would fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, but he didn't expect that his mind was filled with the tired look of someone sitting in the co-pilot.

Didn't sleep all night.

It was only 15 minutes before eight o'clock, and with his big Kazilan eyes full of red bloodshot eyes, he took out the 190 yuan mask that he had been reluctant to apply.

Sure enough, being young is capital, staying up all night is still a teenager.

He hesitated for five seconds between the subway bus taxi and the little eDonkey, and finally got off the elevator with his index finger twirling his car keys.

Before getting rich, let's travel low-carbon.After all, the community charges the car for free.

Xiamei Group is worthy of being a big company. When it was time to go to work, the nearby road was blocked for at least three kilometers.

Cheng Jingze rode his little electric donkey freely on the main road. Under the gaze of many people, he took off his helmet and asked the security guard, "Is there a parking lot for batteries?"

The security guard looked like someone who had seen big scenes before, and pointed to the shopping mall next to him.

"Thank you." Cheng Jingze smiled slightly.

The bigger the company, the fiercer the competition. Before the report time came, the meeting room was already filled with newcomers.

All of them are full of spring, lively and fragrant, the men comb their hair back, suits and leather shoes, well-dressed, and the women wear high ponytails, high heels, and flaming red lips.

Cheng Jingze pushed open the door of the conference room and smiled meaningfully.

In less than a month, these passionate newcomers will all be sucked away by the super-high workload. There will be an endless stream of resignations and job-hopping.

Cheng Jingze wanted to go far away for a while, but he couldn't resist bumping into the president as soon as he entered the company's gate, and was completely fascinated.Fortunately, he was on guard today, deliberately entered the door 5 minutes late, and successfully avoided Ji Huai.

He found an empty seat and sat down, listening to the department manager explaining the corporate culture under the PPT, and started a long and boring day.

In the afternoon, several department heads drew lots, and Cheng Jingze was selected by a middle-aged Mediterranean beer belly uncle.

Cheng Jingze still remembered him, his name was Li Yangliang, he was good-tempered and gentle, and everyone in the department called him Director Liang.

A pun, not only the name is bright, but the top of the head is also bright.

Cheng Jingze sat at his work station and listened to his self-introduction. After finishing the work, he got up and shook hands with him, smiling slightly: "Director Liang, please take care of me."

Li Yangliang shook him back, his beer belly that had been pregnant for several years was trembling when he laughed, "How do you know my nickname?"

Cheng Jingze prevaricates with a smile.

The life of newcomers in the workplace is always busy. They have to help their seniors buy coffee, order meals, pass documents, make powerpoints, summarize meetings, and occasionally sweep the floor.

Cheng Jingze was tired all day, and at 09:30 in the evening, he hadn't had lunch yet, so he went out in the morning and bought two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk downstairs. In addition to lack of sleep, he almost fainted.

However, the seniors did not intend to let him go.

The lights in the art department on the 58th floor have been half dimmed, and there are still four people left, one is the department manager, one is the director Liang, and the other is Cheng Jingze.

The remaining one was the senior who was preparing to get off work next to Cheng Jingze. He sent him the final ppt and asked him to write a [-]-word summary of the market situation.

Cheng Jingze thought to himself: Please, I'm just here to apply for a small artist, why is it my turn to write this thing.

Cheng Jingze smiled on his face: "It's hard work, leave it to me, senior be careful on the road."

If he didn't remember the losses he suffered during the internship in his previous life, he would have stood up and cursed a few words.

When he finished his work, it was already eleven o'clock, and his stomach was crowing louder than a rooster.

After entering the elevator, he called Xiao Jun, and as soon as he connected, he began to cry without tears: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

Xiao Jun: "If you fart, let it go."

"Just got off work." Cheng Jingze deliberately wanted to disgust him, "Honey, I'm so hungry."

"...Hang up, never see you again."

"do not!"

Cheng Jingze frowned. The elevator door opened and someone came in. He didn't like to communicate with unfamiliar people, so he turned around habitually.

He whispered into the phone in a coquettish tone: "I'm going crazy from exhaustion today, I don't care, I want to eat big fish and meat, the company is closer to your community, I will go to your place after get off work."