This sudden shock caused Zheng Yi extremely strong physical discomfort.
Although Zheng and Chen Gong have always been disgusted with each other, in the end, there is no deep hatred between the two. People's hearts are full of flesh - looking at the picture of Chen Gong, a person with such a proud and lonely personality, he was unconscious, was violated, was secretly photographed, and was posted on the Internet for entertainment. ... Zheng Yi, a dignified eight-footed man, also frowned, clenched his teeth, and clenched his lower eyelids.
Of course, I held my lower eyelids tightly because I wanted to cry.
But Zheng Yi still couldn't hold on, and wiped away the tears that were out of control.
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—it was his lieutenant, even if it was just a small intern in the department who was suspected of being in danger, Zheng Yi would do his best to crusade the bad guys.
Zheng Yi is the "justice" himself. Since he was a child, he couldn't rub a grain of sand in his eyes. His emotions were very strong and vivid, and his love and hatred were clear.
The ice cubes used to ice the chin were melted by the hot blood that rushed to the head, and the towel wrapped in the ice cubes was full of water and began to drip down. Zheng Yi was irritable, got up and walked into the bathroom to throw the towel and ice cubes into the washbasin.
The room is brightly lit—ceiling spotlights, bedside reading lights, bathroom fan heaters, table lamps... The infinite rays of light intertwined in the limited space expose almost every corner, and you can see the delicate floor tiles. Mud, you can see the fine dust floating above the carpet.
-"gross… "
The pictures I just saw were replayed over and over again in my mind, and the suffocation was very strong.
Finally, he forced out the breath that was stuck in his throat and was able to breathe again.
Every ray of light seemed to turn into a needle, stabbing one with nowhere to hide. Zheng hurriedly turned off the [master control], so the world was able to return to quiet.
After five minutes of relaxation in the dark, the doorbell rang again as soon as the mood began to ease.
The person who came was not Yang Yi, but a takeaway from the hotel staff who brought Zheng Yi upstairs.
—Originally, Zheng Yi was full of belly and guts when he got off work. He was full of beautiful fantasies about the "farewell boy ceremony" tonight, so he came 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 was working overtime, so he sent a WeChat message to tell Zheng Yi that he had eaten lunch at the company—but at this moment, he got a hot takeout, but Zheng Yi had no appetite at all.
There is no appetite, and the forehead is rarely cold.
It wasn't Yang Yi who came, and Zheng Yi noticed that he felt a little relieved. The smell of meat emanating from the plastic bag made Zheng Yi feel sick to his stomach, so he put the takeaway in the bathroom and closed the door.
It was already very late, and looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights that were flowing on the overhead were on and off. Zheng Yi sat on the spot at the foot of the bed, looking at the lights outside the window, but he couldn't come back to his senses.
After sitting for a long time, the phone rang, and the caller ID [Xiaoyang], Zheng Yi picked it up: "Hello?"
"Brother Zheng - I'm going to the toilet to call you back now. The client hasn't finished the details yet. Tomorrow is the National Day holiday. They want to have a face-to-face interview, 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 a good time next time, okay?"
"it is good… "
"OK Bye Bye!"
When he hung up the phone, Zheng glanced at the time - 10:03. After pressing the phone, Zheng Yicai realized that Yang Yi had released the pigeon.
It was the first time in my life that I turned yellow so unexpectedly... But I didn't feel any sense of loss, but I couldn't escape the shock just now.
Zheng Yi, who tried to transform into a "mature man" and failed, was lying on the bed alone until more than 10:30. He sat up and simply sorted himself out, checked out of the room, and came out of the hotel.
Downstairs where the hotel is located is a small Qing bar. The voice of a singer singing came from it, and Zheng Yi stopped unconsciously. Probably because of the bar singer, Zheng Yi suddenly thought of Chen Gong again.
I heard Qiu Mang talk about it before, Chen Gong also used to be a singer singing in a bar to make money. Zheng Yi couldn't imagine what kind of voice or expression the indifferent face would make when he sang a love song.
Zheng Yi heard a few things about Chen Gong from Qiumang:
Chen Gong is Qiumang's senior, and the school they go to is 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 and his income was meager.
In college, he was a student during the day and part-time in a nightclub at night. At first, he was just a small waiter who helped 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’s tuition and living expenses for the entire university , all by taking this income to subsidize it...
But it's strange, Chen Gong obviously cherished his job in the bar, but later he seemed to have offended the guests and was sent to the hospital. Part-time job.
Zheng Yi listened to Qiu Mang's story about Chen Gong, and 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 Chen Gong asked about the progress of the work, it was 11:03.
A simple and straightforward message: "Have Zheng Yiji's manuscript been handed over to the client?"
Across the screen, Qiumang could imagine Chen Gong's rigid face.
Just when I was about to reply to Chen Gong, "I have arranged for Zheng Yi to do it", the news of President Wang also spread: "Qiu Mang, Zheng Yi usually listens to your words, can you arrange for him to go to Chengdu tomorrow to assist Chen Gong. Let's explore the scene together?"
Qiumang felt that his head grew a whole circle in one second.
After taking a deep breath, Qiu Mang decided not to reply to Chen Gong first, but sent the message to Zheng Yi: Are you busy
Zheng Yi called back: "I'm busy, I'm in the company, I'm wiping the butt of a lazy intern."
Qiu Mang was overjoyed, and the mask on his face was crooked as he held up his smiling face: "Mygod... Supervisor Zheng also has a good working attitude sometimes!"
Zheng Yi's scornful laughter came: "Sister, don't keep making fun of me—you know Chen Gong's personality better than me, right? Last night, this giant Buddha was so anxious that the intern was forced to work overtime to make up for work. The deadline is coming soon - the intern was let go by me again, so if I don't make up for what she stabbed, can Chen Gong give me another punch?"
"No... Are you alright?" It was Qiu Mang who was confused: "Master Zheng actually has a time to understand Chen Gong..."
"... How bad is brother in your eyes?"
Qiumang put a crooked mask in front of the mirror: "So you didn't talk to the lamb... what?"
"Xiaoyang is entangled by customers - by the way, can Mr. Qiu transfer him to our department?"
"What do you think - Chen Gong won't be able to pass that level."
Zheng Yi himself understood: "It's okay, then forget it."
"You care about that little sheep that much?—Are you two... a couple now?"
When asked about this topic, Zheng Yi hesitated for a moment, "Well..." It took a long time before he answered without confidence: "That's right."
"What does it mean? Yes or no - no ambiguity in emotional matters."
Zheng Yi himself didn't want to be ambiguous, but Xiaoyang was ambiguous, which made Zheng Yi confused for a while. Although he is accustomed to playing this "merry and playful" style with "no virtue in his mouth" on weekdays - Zheng Yi also knows that he is an untested beginner in terms of emotions. Playing the role of "Veteran in Love" in front of everyone is nothing more than the face issue that Zheng Yi cares about the 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: "… Mainly, although the lamb approached me on the initiative, but now the lamb has no feeling for me at all - I'm a little bit clueless... "
"Does he have any feelings for you?" At this juncture, Qiu Mang suddenly became very serious: "Can you really 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's beautiful, it's good."
"If there are only these two points in establishing a relationship, it would be too reckless - the shortcoming of recklessness is just fine if you usually have it, but you can't be like this when it comes to relationships!"
Zheng Yi was quiet for a long time, then vaguely said "um". Qiumang didn't know if he understood.
After the accidental deviation from the topic of "emotions" ended, Qiu Mang remembered the main theme again: "Oh right - isn't Chen Gong surveying the scene in Chengdu? I heard from President Wang that Chen Gong encountered some difficulties..."
"Oh?" Zheng Yi's mood on the other end of the phone seemed to be mobilized by "Chen Gongzhi's frustration": "What happened to Chen Gong?"
Qiumang did not speak out about Chen Gong's situation, but said: "He is not good at dealing with people - you know that. It would be nice if the person sent to Chengdu this time was our director Zheng..."
"of course!"
Hearing that he was better than Chen Gong in business, Zheng Yi, who was originally negative, became a little proud: "Chen Gong's kind of paper tiger looks scary, but it's actually an empty shell!"
Qiumang caught Zheng Yi's subtext: "Scare? - Are you afraid of him?"
"No! How can I... What am I afraid of him doing?" Zheng Yi vaguely refuted Qiu Mang for lack of confidence, and then asked after a pause: "So... What difficulties did he encounter? You can ask him, and then you Tell me the problem, and I'll give you a fulcrum for him!"
Qiu Mang laughed "pochi": "Master Zheng—you said that your personality is so awkward! If you want to help him, just tell him directly, why do you want me to be the mediator in the middle!"
Zheng Yi defended: "I didn't want to help him—I mean it! It's a business matter of the company, and it's a matter of my department—if something goes wrong with him, I'll be responsible for it. I It's for the sake of the company - without HALO, people like Chen Gong and I will never have an intersection in this life!"
"Okay, what you say is what you say..." Qiu Mang still laughed "pochi", and then continued: "Then... the small long vacation is three times the salary - you just got 25% of your monthly salary deducted because of the fight, I will give you a refund Do you want the chance to lose?"
Of course, Young Master Zheng doesn't care about his monthly salary. But after thinking about it, since Qiumang has made this foreshadowing, it should be President 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. President Wang means you want to go..." Qiumang didn't use the word "assistance", but replaced it with "help" - "Chen Gongyi..."
But even though he carefully modified his speaking skills, Qiu Mang was still a little clueless about whether this arrangement could be accepted peacefully by Zheng Yi.
As a result, Zheng Yi's attitude on the other end of the phone was not as contradictory as he had imagined, and flutteringly replied, "Okay—as long as Chen Gong doesn't mind", there was a loud typing on the keyboard: "Ha—all manuscripts are posted. to the client!"
Both things were resolved smoothly—a Camboo sounded in Qiumang's mind!
Then, while continuing to gag with Zheng Yi, he sent the [ok] emoji to Chen Gong and President Wang respectively.
After chatting a few more times, the two exchanged good nights. Qiu Mang had just taken off one of his earphones, and was suddenly called off by Zheng Yi to stop hanging up: "By the way, Qiu Mang—you and Chen Gong are familiar, you know he is on the left side. The chest... about the place near the armpit, is there a heart-shaped birthmark?!"
It was quiet for a while.
Zheng Yi received a sentence from Qiumang: "You are crazy, how could I know this!"