[Little Angel Game] is a team building activity organized and planned by the Human Resources Department, aiming to "effectively enhance feelings and team cohesion; reflect the company's care, realize the combination of work and rest; and show employees' personal charm and explore potential."
After typing out the written report stroke by stroke, the senior human resources manager Comrade Qiu Mang stretched out and touched the pink envelope on the table. With two emotions of "guilt" and "curiousness", he opened the tight Tightly sealed chips.
The reason why the emotions are so complicated is because... This envelope was stolen by Qiu Mang.
Lack of experience in the first crime - while Chen Gong was working hard on the new computer, Qiu Mang swapped his envelope with the one that Chen Gong hadn't had time to open.
When escaping the crime scene, Qiumang was so nervous that he almost knocked over Zheng Yi who came out of the conference room.
Zheng Yi's style has always been unruly, and he asked Qiumang with a hilarious smile: "Good sister, why do you want to give up your arms in the company - if the Qiu family has to marry me, my son-in-law, my orientation will only allow me to choose autumn!"
Qiumang kicked Zheng Yi's calf and shin, and rolled his eyes: "I'm so worried about you, you're 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, Qiu Mang's name was "Zheng Yi".
Looking at the chips he had written by himself, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: Since I was a big sister, haven't I cared enough for that guy? Now even playing games can draw him... God's will, God's will.
- "Could it be that the old lady owed him in a previous life?"
Qiumang stuffed the chips back into the envelope, thinking about the big deal and going to the mall after get off work to buy Zheng Yi a perfume and a suit or something, and dealt with it.
After a short holiday, there are a lot of things in the company that need to be dealt with. Throwing the envelope aside, Qiu Mang got busy with work.
At 3:00 p.m., the attendance system pop-up prompted [Chen Gong] to arrive at the company.
Only then did Qiumang 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 has been on a roller coaster - back and forth.
Zheng Yi fell in love with his old enemy - Qiu Mang felt that this was both unexpected and not unexpected.
Excluding the excessively rigid personality, Chen Gong is actually a very good person; if the two can really be together, Zheng Yi can take Chen Gong to "externalize" his personality a little, 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 collided, the beautiful scenery of ice and fire and the sky, Qiumang, a senior rotten girl, really didn't want to miss it...
-want to see.
Thinking of this, Qiu Mang 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 the actions after that are smooth and smooth, and there is no difference.
- "I don't know what Chen Gong's expression looks like after opening the envelope..."
Qiu Mang "hehe" smiled and unfolded the chips that originally belonged to Chen Gong.
On it is written a name that is not too familiar but seems to have seen before: Huang Jiaojiao.
After entering these three words into the file search, Qiu Mang remembered who this person was.
—It was the intern who detonated the "two mountains collide" before the long holiday...
Throughout the afternoon, Chen Gong's anxiety frequently leaked to Zheng Yi's workstation.
On average, he takes a deep breath once a minute and goes to the smoking room on average for half an hour; it can be seen that he is extremely uncomfortable in the face of the unfamiliar operating system, but he is trying his best to fight against his anxiety in silence - this unique "Chen style". Anxiety" in Zheng Yi's frustrating working hours, instead provided a bit of entertainment.
At 6:30, Chen Gong finally couldn't take it anymore, so he swiped the swivel chair back in a fit of anger, leaned on the back of the chair in a sullen mood, closed his eyes, and regained his senses.
Zheng Yi raised his head in response, and saw that Chen Gong's eyebrows had already been twisted into a ball; obviously he was angry and didn't smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched downwards, causing a small pear vortex.
Zheng Yi couldn't help laughing at him.
The laughter angered Chen Gong, who closed his eyes and rested his mind. He opened his eyes and glared at Zheng Yi.
Seizing Chen Gong's chance to stare at himself, Zheng Yi raised his eyebrows and responded, "Do you need help?"
Chen Gong wanted to say "no need", but after the off-hours, the people from the Vision Department had already withdrawn, and only Zheng Yi was left to help him... If only Zheng Yi was left, he didn't need to show too much face. .
So Chen Gongcai stood up and let out the screen: "Come and show me!"
Chen Gong's tone didn't lower, he ordered his director bossy, but Zheng Yi didn't care about it: "Since you have begged me, then I will 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?!"
"Just replace all the Ctrl keys with Command - you came to me to help you, is this the attitude?"
"… "
"Go and make me a cup of coffee." Zheng Yi didn't look back, just held the empty cup in his hand to one side.
After two seconds of silence, the cup in his hand was angrily snatched away.
After helping Chen Gong, who was not familiar with MAC operations, finish the document, Zheng Yi also read the plan written by Chen Gong by 70% to 80%.
I have to say that Chen Gong's business ability is not to be picked - the whole plan looks logically clear, and many details are interlinked. Zheng Yi weighed it in his heart and felt that he couldn't do it.
Just joking with Chen Gong: "Twenty little tender models, really fragrant - the case that Lao Wang gave you?"
Chen Gong shook his head: "I took it myself."
Chen Gong felt that this matter had to be made clear, lest Zheng Yi mistakenly think that Wang Yao had passed over Zheng Yi to assign work to the visual department - Chen Gong had never thought about it from Zheng Yi's point of view before, and even crossed Zheng Yi every time he received a case. After that, there was a bit of a show-off mentality: although you are the director of the visual department, who has the real power, you can tell from who Pharaoh trusts more, right
On the way back to the company from the airport that day, Zheng Yi teased himself in a seemingly relaxed tone and said, "If you ever thought about it from my side, you wouldn't have bothered me for so long..."
After listening to his words, Chen Gong realized and understood: Yes, such a proud eldest son, who has encountered Pharaoh's big and small "overhead" several times, should be somewhat displeased...
Here Chen Gong thought to himself, Zheng Yi stood up from Chen Gong's workstation, staggered from Chen Gong's side, and said to Chen Gong, "Thank you".
Chen Gong didn't understand: "Thank you?"
"About the lamb - Qiumang told me."
"Oh... you believe me?"
"I believe it. Why don't I believe the man I chose?"
Chen Gong was caught off guard when he was molested, and his face was wrinkled. He wanted to scold something, but was blocked by Zheng Yizhuan with his signature smirk: "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 have 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, he asked me how I knew."
"… "
"I said it was told to me by a man who loved me deeply."
"..." The molestation caught Chen Gong by surprise.
His face was wrinkled, and he wanted to scold something when he suddenly remembered that Zheng Yi was his "little master"...
This week, if he refrained from beating him, he would be considered "kindness" - Chen Xiaoang thought so.
The next morning, when Chen attacked the company, he saw a mousse cake on the table.
Chen Gong looked at his colleague in a nearby seat: "This..."
"Director Zheng invited the entire visual department to eat cake!" Colleagues raised their eyebrows and smiled.
Chen Gong looked around, and sure enough, everyone had a share—I don't know what Zheng Yi is doing on a whim.
So Chen Gong looked at the opposite station again - before the start time, Zheng Yizheng was lying leisurely in the chair sipping coffee, surrounded by a few colleagues, gags and gossip. Zheng Yi tilted his head from the crowd and greeted Chen Gong's turning eyes with a smile, and said to Chen Gong who didn't thank him, "You're welcome!"
Chen Gongcai replied in a perfunctory manner: "Thank you."
Yesterday, I was temporarily ordered, and Pharaoh asked Chen Gong to invite a client for a meal today to dismiss the case: If he leaves at 11:30, he can be back before 3:00 in the afternoon... Then he will lose nearly 4 hours of work time - plus If you are not proficient with a new computer, your work efficiency in the remaining working hours will be folded in half.
Simply re-planning the workload for the shortened working hours in his mind, Chen Gong turned on the computer.
"Jian Zheng Zheng, where did you buy this mousse?"
"Is it delicious?—Sweet but not greasy!"
"right!"
"I'll share the address with the visual department in a while, you can go, the key is the manager of that cake shop - thief handsome!"
"Really! Are there any pictures!"
"Where can you take pictures of people directly, you can go and take a peek at yourselves on weekends - can your brother's eyesight be bad?"
Chen Gong was still busy adapting to the new computer, and the chatter and laughter nearby occasionally fell into Chen Gong's ears. He had no time to be distracted, but he was inevitably distracted.
Since childhood, Chen Gong has played this role - wandering outside the circle of people around him, trying to integrate but unable to integrate, so in the end he simply pretended that he had no intention of integrating.
Sean's "cheesecake", Zheng Yi's "mousse cake"... Chen Gong also doesn't know the difference between various delicate desserts - those who are not himself "wild phoenix" will appear in the life s things.
Chen Gong suddenly remembered a boring trivia - in the first year of chasing Sean, Chen Gong took him to eat steak on Sean's birthday.
Before setting off, Chen Gong held his head high, and slapped Sean on the slender shoulder and said to him, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat something good!"
When the waiter asked Chen Gong, "How cooked should the steak be?", Chen Gong's knowledge reserve made him unable to understand the question: "How can it be half cooked?"
Sean lost his temper at himself that day, and ran away after dinner.
Thinking about it now, Chen Gong couldn't help laughing bitterly.
This chuckle happened to be followed by Zheng Yi's "You absolutely can't guess who my 'little master' is...", Zheng Yi, who mistakenly thought he had been ridiculed, turned his head and called Chen Gong's name: "How? Deputy Supervisor Chen doesn't believe it?"
In fact, Chen Gong, who had long missed a large crowd of conversations, was of course at a loss: "What?"
Zheng Yi raised his chin and said, "Would you like to bet?"
"What bet?" Chen Gong frowned.
Zheng Yi stood up and waved his arms to attract everyone's attention: "Would you like to make a bet with me - if anyone can guess who my 'little master' is, I will... I will be his 'one-day boyfriend' '-Okay?!"
The response of the language was extremely enthusiastic.
Zheng Yi sat back in his chair and cast his eyes on Chen Gong again: "Is this bet enough?"
Chen Gong was still at a loss. He didn't notice it at all—it was just his wry smile because he was feeling the past, but it aroused Young Master Zheng's strong competitive spirit.
"Jian Zheng Zheng, to what extent is this 'boyfriend' used?"
"Any range!"
The author has something to say: Director Zheng has a fever in his forehead and is sick again.