The design director skipped work

In fact, this is not the first time Wu Zheng has been called Zheng Zheng.

Everyone in the family calls it that way, and even when Xiao Liu needs his help to jump in line for urgent work, he will act cutely like Zheng Zheng.

But when Jiang Heng pronounced this title, it was like a spell that would make his heart beat faster.

My favorite voice, with a gentle, doting tone.Jiang Heng obviously didn't call it that on purpose, but it was because of inadvertence that this name seemed extraordinarily intimate.

Wu Zheng's heart was beating fast, and it pulled him happily, as if expecting something.He looked at Jiang Heng at a loss, not knowing what kind of answer he was expecting.

But Jiang Heng didn't give Wu Zheng any answer either.

Jiang Heng looked into Wu Zheng's eyes, smiled and asked, "Can I call you that?"

puff.

Wu Zheng suddenly felt that all organs in his body were disarming and surrendering. He wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth were disobedient. He wanted to say "yes", but his tongue was tied. He felt his face was hot and his ears were red like dripping blood.

In the end, Wu Zheng could only lower his eyes, and nodded carefully and seriously.

Jiang Heng felt that his heart was filled with tenderness at this moment.

Wu Zheng looked at him cautiously, with a look of surprise and expectation in his eyes. In fact, he didn't dare to say too much, but just tentatively asked, can I call you that?

Seeing Wu Zheng lowered his head, his ears turned red like a bunny, Jiang Heng's figure seemed to have fallen into a large mass of soft feathers, he forgot about his current predicament for a moment, full of impulse Chest, all the voices in my head screaming that he's so good and he's so cute.

"Zheng Zheng." Jiang Heng whispered, "I..."

Suddenly feel short of breath.

It was obvious that the emotion was already overflowing to the point of pouring out, but that sentence could not be uttered no matter what.

Control and self-discipline are all ineffective at this point.He told himself that he could say something, Wu Zheng didn't seem to resist, but his heartbeat was accelerating and his mouth was out of control.

I like you.Just thinking of these four words makes my heart palpitate.

The two of them were silent in tacit understanding, thinking a lot in their hearts, but they couldn't say anything.In the silence, you can feel the affection hovering between the two, warm and ambiguous.On the contrary, it makes people feel that speaking will destroy the tranquility and tenderness of this moment.

Wu Zheng still didn't dare to look at him, he looked nervous, nervous and a little dazed.Like a small animal that will be frightened at any time, people want to hold it in the palm of their hand and take good care of it.

Jiang Heng's mood suddenly calmed down.

If you can't say it, maybe the time hasn't come yet.

Maybe forcing himself to speak out would actually scare Wu Zheng. Maybe Wu Zheng had a vague affection for him, but he couldn't tell the difference.He doesn't need to be too anxious.

What's more, even if he really said it now, Jiang Heng didn't have the energy to do anything, and he still had too many troubles at hand.

The days are still so long.

Maybe it's faster to go slowly. *

So Jiang Heng continued what he said just now, but temporarily revised his lines: "After the incident of the exhibition is over, I'll treat you to a meal, just the two of us, how about it?"

The meaning of this sentence was much more peaceful, Wu Zheng finally dared to raise his head a little bit, his face still had a blush that had not completely faded, after nodding his head in agreement, he asked cautiously and not without anxiety: "Then what if... I What if...the exhibition center doesn't have...what to do?"

Jiang Heng smiled: "No."

-

On the way home, when Wu Zheng stepped on the gas pedal, it felt like he was stepping on clouds.

I never thought that I would be as excited as a child because of the word "Zheng Zheng" and an agreement to eat together. It was at this time that Wu Zheng realized once again what a magical word "like" is.

Just now he was so nervous that he was about to pass out.

I kept thinking about what was going on, why the atmosphere became so ambiguous, and what Brother Jiang meant by saying this.

And that dinner invitation.

Brother Jiang, do you want to eat alone with me?

Could it be that Brother Jiang treats me too...?No, it shouldn't be possible, Brother Jiang is so decent and alone that he won't be able to bend over.

At best, he has a little affection for me, but he is still very happy.

It was getting dark, and the Chehe River on the Ring Road turned into a shimmering red.

Wu Zheng turned on the car stereo, and the piano music with a familiar melody sounded, like a flowing river, pulling Wu Zheng's heart down, soaking it warm and moist.

They are all people who can't keep up with the pace, so they hesitate to ask clearly, let alone confess their feelings.

But precisely because of this, as long as a little tenderness can be very satisfying.

Wu Zheng looked down at the name of the piano piece on the small LCD screen.

"Dream Wedding".

-

the next day.

Waking up in the morning, Jiang Heng's first reaction was to touch his phone, wanting to send a message to Wu Zheng.After returning home last night, they didn't talk for as long as expected, they still kept their usual routine, and even both of them felt a little awkward because they got too close suddenly, they just said good night to each other before going to bed.

But when the mobile phone is touched in the hand, the first thing that jumps out is the information of the publicity group.

When Wang Suo posted a notice in the group, Jiang Heng didn't read the content, but saw Wang Suo's profile picture, and his mood fell to the bottom instantly.

He wondered what I was floating about.

Have you forgotten that the convention and exhibition center has not been rescued, and you still have the mood to provoke Wu Zheng at this time?

Do you know that this is very irresponsible to Wu Zheng and the department?

After blaming himself, Jiang Heng calmed down and hurriedly washed and went to work.

One morning, Jiang Heng didn't dare to go to the big office to take a look. He was afraid of being hurt, so he locked himself in the room. Only Su Jin came to report on work.

In the afternoon, when Jiang Heng was a little drowsy, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Jiang Heng said.

The door opened a crack, and a person quickly came in. After seeing his face clearly, Jiang Heng lifted his spirits, and stood up directly to greet him.

It was Liu Zhu, Wansuo's most trusted assistant.

The two have worked together for more than ten years, and Wan said that he will take Liu Zhu with him this time.

You don't even need to think about why he came here.

"Director Jiang." Liu Zhu smiled at Jiang Heng in a friendly manner, and handed him a USB flash drive, "You take this, and contact me on WeChat if you don't understand anything, but I believe you will understand."

Jiang Heng took the flash drive with great care: "Thank you."

"I wish you all the best." Liu Zhu said with a smile.

No more pleasantries.Since Liu Zhu deliberately used the USB flash drive instead of email, WeChat or intranet and other things that may leave traces of transmission, it means that Wansuo does not want to let others know the contents of the USB flash drive, so the less words the better, because even one more Words may give away one's feet.

After Liu Zhu left, Jiang Heng locked the door, and started to read the USB flash drive with anxiety and excitement.

In the USB flash drive is a copy of conference materials and a registration notice.

Jiang Heng, of course, read the meeting materials first. This is a meeting that has a little relationship with the track exhibition, but is relatively independent. Let's call it the track round table meeting.

The standard of the meeting is quite high, and some well-known rail companies at home and abroad will send representatives to attend the meeting.

Jiang Heng continued to scroll down, and when he scrolled to the bottom, he realized the problem.

This conference material has obviously been made into a form close to a brochure, but there is no information about the organizer.

Jiang Heng's heart beat faster, he seemed to have guessed what Wan Suo wanted him to do.

Damn, this is too big a game.

No wonder Wan said, "Whether you can seize this opportunity, and how you will go in the future, it all depends on you."

This opportunity is really hard to grasp.

Because he was so excited, Jiang Heng's hands shook a little, and he opened the registration notice.

Sure enough, it was a red-headed document within the Ninth Academy, which contained the details of the recruitment of the organizer of the Orbital Roundtable Conference.

I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Jiang Heng only had this kind of amazement left in his heart.

Wansuo, you think highly of me!

Ask me to compete with the conference department for the qualification to host a conference?

But if you think about it carefully, only such strong medicine can save the life of the convention and exhibition center, and a tepid situation will not change the reality at all.

Jiang Heng didn't dare to delay any longer, and dragged on until the end to download the registration form.

It's past the registration time today, and of course it's useless to submit the form at this time, but since Wansuo gave him this USB flash drive, it should have given him a chance to jump in line.

Jiang Heng filled out the form at the speed of light. Of course, he still guaranteed the quality of the content, and then sent it to the designated email address. Within 10 minutes, he received a reply email stating that the filling had successfully passed the inspection. The email informed him that a public selection meeting would be held this Friday. , please bring the presentation PPT to participate.

Today is Wednesday.

Jiang Heng raised his forehead, Wansuo really got stuck in the online score as usual.

But even if he was stuck on the line, his mood suddenly became very clear.

There is even a sudden urge to do something.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, Director Jiang, who had been in Shenyin all day, suddenly pushed open the office door of the convention and exhibition center, and shouted angrily: "Come on! Work!"

Colleagues from the convention and exhibition department exchanged knowing glances.

Ah, sure enough, the director is very busy all day, no wonder he has to see people, you see, the track exhibition is coming soon, so you have to work overtime now!

Wu Zheng had already changed his plan and was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard Jiang Heng's voice, he immediately raised his ears and looked at Jiang Heng eagerly.

If it weren't for the big office, he might have rushed over by now, although even if he did, he didn't seem to know what to do.

"What work!" Ding Ran yelled weakly, "I wrote three promotional articles today!"

"It's not a big deal." Jiang Heng smiled, as if he was in a good mood, "I just came to help me cut off my beard."

"Okay, okay..." Ding Ran stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like he could fight.Talking about disgust, seeing Director Jiang who was like a dead dog yesterday is full of energy today, she is still very happy to dedicate her rest time.

"Others can get off work after finishing their own work." Jiang Heng continued, smiling all over his face, "Su Jin, Ding Ran, and Zheng Zheng, come to my office to sort out the next track exhibition and the relevant materials for our assistance in organizing the meeting. "

The colleagues from the Convention and Exhibition Department exchanged a second knowing glance.

It seems that this job is not small, the battle is so big, the director actually called the heads of the three departments at once.

......wait.

levy?

who?

The author has something to say: It’s faster to go slowly, which is adapted from Liang Jingru’s song "Come Slowly is Faster", it is not an original sentence, so it is hereby marked.