A boss who can’t flirt is not a good designer

After eating, Wang Zijun went back to his gray studio listlessly, thinking that it would be a good opportunity to hug his thigh, and let an orange be ruined.

The orange is now pinching in my hand.

As soon as the door opened, Wang Zijun was stunned. The same large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, but the decoration is completely different. When did his studio become so magnificent, and when did there be a corner staircase in the corner? ?There is actually another floor above this room?And when did the desk in the middle become so big?Why is there a person sitting behind the desk?That person seems familiar.

Wait, this is not his studio!Did he run to the wrong floor?This is not the studio on the 13th floor, but the president's office on the 14th floor? !

Just as Wang Zijun wanted to turn around, he ran and pretended not to be there, but it was too late. The person behind the desk had already raised his head, glanced at Wang Zijun with cold eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Hey, Mr. Lin, we met again?" Wang Zijun giggled, "I seem to have gone to the wrong floor?"

Mr. Lin pushed his glasses lightly with his slender fingers, and said, "This is the CEO's office on the 14th floor. Remember to knock on the door when you come in." Then he lowered his head and was busy looking at the documents.

"Okay" Wang Zijun was ashamed, he didn't embarrass himself completely in front of President Lin today, and he still held that deadly orange in his hand!

There was an embarrassing silence in the office. The noble and cold-eyed Mr. Lin was finally willing to raise his head to give him a glance. Mr. Lin gave him a careful look: "You go to the public relations department in the afternoon to find Manager Shao, he has work arrangements for you."

Wang Zijun, who had been working all morning, heard that there was work to be done, and said that he would work hard.

When he was about to turn around to leave the president's office, Mr. Lin paused and stopped him, "Stop talking during meals from now on, it's impolite."

Wang Zijun is completely lost, it's over, today he is completely lost.

In the afternoon, Wang Zijun finally didn't have to stay in the studio and do nothing. He frantically asked his sister about the location of the PR department, and ran to find Manager Shao. Manager Shao heard that Mr. Lin had personally arranged for him, so he was naturally a customer. You are very polite.The job is very simple, manage the company’s official Weibo, post some fixed-sentence Weibo every week, post some model pictures of the company’s clothes, post some brand discount information, and if there is nothing to post, just post some thoughts Chicken soup and more.The guy in charge of IT installed a computer in Wang Zijun's studio in the afternoon, and also provided him with the email address of the company's employees, including his mobile phone number and email address in the employee address book. Although he is only a part-time employee for two months, But Wang Zijun felt warm in his heart, and even had the ambition to work here for the rest of his life.

Now turn on the computer and start scrolling through Weibo.

It has been two weeks since he went to work, and Wang Zijun has also started to get busy one after another.Every day, I brush Weibo to draw and paint, touch up and outline the designer's manuscript, and use the official Weibo to show off my cuteness when I have nothing to do.

This Friday afternoon, Wang Zijun suddenly received a call from Mr. Lin, asking him to go to the CEO's office. Ever since he lost all his embarrassment in front of Mr. Lin on the first day of work, Wang Zijun has never seen Lin again. In short, it is said that Mr. Lin is very busy and always has to travel for meetings.This time, I don't know why he was summoned.

Wang Zijun ran to the president's office courteously.This time I didn't forget to knock on the door, and after getting permission to enter the office, Wang Zijun was a little nervous. This was the first time Mr. Lin summoned himself, so he must have some important task to entrust to himself.Wang Zijun rubbed his hands and asked courteously, "Boss Lin, what do you want from me?"

After waiting for a few minutes, Boss Lin finally raised his head from the pile of documents and stretched his sore neck.He looked up at the clock on the wall, it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes!" Wang Zijun replied proudly. He majored in automobiles and passed the driver's license test when he was a freshman.

Mr. Lin quickly wrote a row of words on the paper, "You will go to this place to pick up my son from school in a while. Driver Li is on leave today. I have too many things to leave for the time being. The only person who asked around the company was If you are free, the company's car is parked in the dedicated parking space downstairs, this is the key, my son knows this car, please take a trip."

Wang Zijun stepped forward to take the note, "No problem, Mr. Lin, don't worry! Leave it to me! See you, Mr. Lin!"

Turning around and going out the door, she closed the door softly and intimately.

One minute later, there was another knock on the office door, and Mr. Lin said please come in without looking up.

It was still Wang Zijun, and Wang Zijun said with some embarrassment: "Mr. Lin, I can't read your word clearly, can you write a new one."

At 04:30, Wang Zijun took a note printed by the machine, drove the bus, and waited at the gate of a private elementary school.

Mr. Lin’s son should be the kid who drew a sketch in the park last time. Mr. Lin should have only one child. Wang Zijun remembers that the child’s lower face looks very similar to Mr. Lin’s, and his nose is as upturned as his father’s. Yes, with a pointed chin and thin lips, but she likes to smile a lot, so she doesn't look mean. The upper part of her face has thick eyebrows and big eyes, not very similar to Mr. Lin, but probably like her mother.

Just as he was thinking about it, the co-pilot's door was pulled open, and a limp little boy jumped into the car, with a white and chubby face, like a little bun.The child smiled and said, "Brother, Dad will ask you to pick me up. You can just send me to Dad's company. We can go home together when Dad gets off work."

Wang Zijun thought that the child was so sweet, he called brother when he met him, and stroked the child's head happily. The child is not afraid of life, at least not afraid of him, and looked at him with a sweet smile. Zijun helped him fasten his seat belt and went Drive him back to the company.

"What's your name, kid~"

"My name is Lin Yu, Lin of the woods, Yu of the universe."

"Hey~ I see that you look fat and white like a little bun, so I'll call you little bun from now on~"

"Brother! My name is Lin Yu, don't call me little bun!"

Wang Zijun laughed hahaha, this kid is so funny.

It was exactly 05:30 in the afternoon when we returned to the company, and everyone clocked in to get off work and go home.

Wang Zijun sent the little bun to the president's office, and nestled in his studio. In fact, Zijun didn't love his job very much. He just wanted to stay in the company with the air conditioner. The bedroom was so hot that there was no air conditioner. Going home for the summer vacation, he is the only one left in the dormitory, hot and boring, why not hang out with the free air conditioner in the company, paint, and go back at night when the weather is a little cooler.

Wang Zijun was carrying the cold noodles packed by the cafeteria downstairs, and walked swaggeringly in the empty company, pushed open the door of the studio, the air-conditioning air rushed in, Wang Zijun put down the cold noodles, his whole body was shivered by the cold air With a flick, he set up the easel and started painting watercolors.

The company's official Weibo has been managed by him these days. Wang Zijun changed the formulaic style of the previous official Weibo and added his own ideas. He will not directly post the model picture on Weibo, he will follow the model The clothes on his body were repainted with watercolors, and the real clothes were painted into colorful paintings, and then posted on Weibo, with a cute and naughty tone, gradually the popularity of the official Weibo became higher and higher, and he There are more and more people interacting with each other. Many people praised him for turning clothes into paintings, which are very artistic, and the paintings are also very beautiful. Finally, Wang Zijun is no longer a stand-alone version of Weibo, and more and more people leave private messages every day More and more, the official website was finally brought to life by him, and it was no longer the official pictures and boring chicken soup for the soul.

Officially, Wang Zijun is spreading out his painting tools, preparing for the painting that will be posted on Weibo next week. He hums softly, holds a paintbrush in his hand, and paints color stroke by stroke. When he is hungry, he eats two mouthfuls of cold noodles , and then continue to draw.

In a blink of an eye, it was already seven o'clock, and Wang Zijun was sitting on the cold noodles when he was tired. Suddenly, the door of the studio was opened.

Wang Zijun still had cold noodles in his mouth. He was surprised to see Mr. Lin walking in. Mr. Lin also looked at Wang Zijun who was sitting behind the desk with cold noodles in his mouth. stopped.

The hatchback was speechless and silent.

Why why why why! !Even sneaking in the company to eat cold noodles can be caught by Mr. Lin! !

Wang Zijun shouted crazily in his heart, but said calmly on his face: "Boss Lin? You also went to the wrong floor?"