Floating Perfume Shop

Xiao Chongyun originally didn't want to go to the perfume exchange meeting in France.In those few days, he was sickly, unable to keep up his spirits, and he didn't want to go far, but Zhang Wenshan insisted on asking him to go out.

"We can drop by Glass on the way," he said. "You've been studying for six years, and I haven't seen your campus yet."

"Five years," Xiao Chongyun raised his head from the back of the book, "I'm taking a leave of absence for the last year."

He didn't mention the reason for his suspension, and he didn't blame anyone. He just pointed out the mistake flatly, and Zhang Wenshan stopped talking.He stood there for a while, went out to answer the phone, and never came back.In the evening, the secretary came over and handed him an itinerary for the day after tomorrow, saying that Mr. Zhang came to ask if there was any adjustments that were not suitable.

Xiao Chongyun had a cold and a fever, and his knees hurt badly, so he took a pen and ticked off the two visiting items that required walking, and said, "Ask Mr. Zhang, can you not visit my alma mater? I can't walk."

"That's part of Yashe's team building," the secretary said incredulously, "Mr. Zhang ordered it himself."

Xiao Chongyun didn't make things difficult for anyone anymore.

Zhang Wenshan knew about his physical condition, but he never really took care of it.Sometimes it was a rainy day with heavy humidity, and the joints ached from too much tossing on the bed, that is, to cover him with a quilt, there were many things to enjoy.Xiao Chongyun even felt that Zhang Wenshan was happy to see him suffer from the past, so as to gain some kind of revengeful psychological pleasure.

Zhang Wenshan's property includes a hotel in Paris. During this trip, he thought that Zhang Wenshan must be staying in his own hotel.What's more, I heard Zhang Wenshan's phone call before, knowing that the hotel had vacated the top floor in advance, and specially prepared Chinese food ingredients, for fear that the food would not suit the boss's appetite.In the past, Zhang Wenshan was a person who was used to eating Western-style food. He always went to the countryside to follow the Romans, and he never mobilized people on dietary issues.This time, he specially brought a chef who is good at cooking porridge from the headquarters, which made the hotel very nervous.

But after getting off the plane and the car stopped, it was not the one he knew.

The entourage all stayed as planned, but Zhang Wenshan found a comfortable and secluded resort hotel, booked a room alone, and asked Xiao Chongyun to live there.

He was really busy recently, and it was already late at night when he got off the plane. After dinner, he hurriedly kissed Xiao Chongyun's neck, and left.Xiao Chongyun drank a cup of coffee, couldn't fall asleep, and turned on the TV in the hotel boringly, looking for any adult movies, but found nothing.

Xiao Chongyun called the front desk of the hotel and asked if he could provide massage services. After 10 minutes, Li Qiong came to open the door and asked, "Second Young Master, I heard you have back pain?"

He walked to the bed in two steps and touched two bottles of essential oil: "I have learned a little massage, lavender and rose, which one do you like, Er Young Master?"

Li Qiong was the son of Uncle Li, the housekeeper. Xiao Chongyun met him when he was a child, and he didn't feel bad.It's just that later when the family stood in line, he stood on Zhang Wenshan's side, and they broke up from then on.Now that he is doing security work for Zhang Wenshan, he often follows Xiao Chongyun back and forth. Although he is polite every day and takes care of him as if nostalgic, he is always separated by a layer of things and cannot see his sincerity.

Xiao Chongyun declined: "Is there a gentler masseuse?"

"Second Young Master, I'm also very gentle."

Xiao Chongyun struggled for the last time: "I want the one with long hair, preferably with a bit of ambiguous perfume smell, and the one with a sweet and soft voice."

"No masseuse."

Xiao Chongyun had no choice but to lie on the bed, took off his clothes, let the dark-skinned young man sit on his waist, and loosened the stiff muscles on his back one by one.Li Qiong said that he was very gentle and his hands were extremely strong, and Xiao Chongyun was so desperate to save face that he didn't yell, pushing the oil down and biting his lips.So he missed his apprentice who stayed in C very much, and felt that his apprentice was really talented, whether it was perfume or massage, he was [-] times better than this poor bodyguard.

"Second Young Master, Mr. Zhang is going to attend the meeting tomorrow," Li Qiong said, "You are alone in the hotel room, if you have any needs, just tell me, and I will help you."

"I want to go to the venue." Xiao Chongyun said.

"You have to cross the Seine River when you go out. Mr. Zhang said that you will not be allowed to go wherever there is a river."

"Ask my brother again."

"At this time, Mr. Zhang has already slept—"

That's when the anger came up.Xiao Chongyun stood up, pushed the young man to the corner, picked up the essential oil bottle by the bed, and threw it at him: "Father took you well back then, and you are just like this, helping the evildoers and helping the evildoers!"

"I am also a perfumer, and I also have my own ideals. I came all the way to Paris, why should I be locked up in this room? If you didn't help Zhang Wenshan kidnap me, I should be free at this time! What's wrong with helping me bring a word now, you owe me the hard way?"

Every word is full of anger.There is no logic or reason, but pure venting.Those two punches hit Li Qiong's body, which was a bit painful.He gritted his teeth and took a step back, standing on the ground like a stone statue, just let Xiao Chongyun hit him for a while, and he couldn't fight back.After a while, he grabbed Xiao Chongyun's hand, squeezed it tightly, and pushed it back: "Second Young Master, at this point, if you have made enough trouble, you should rest."

"If your back still hurts, I'll rub it for you."

Xiao Chongyun still wanted to exert force, but his hands seemed to be clamped by iron tongs, unable to move.He stood angrily for a while, and finally came back to his senses, feeling that he had just lost his composure.

Feeling that Xiao Chongyun's strength had been relieved, Li Qiong let go: "Then I'll go back and change my clothes first."

"Wait." Xiao Chongyun said.

Li Qiong turned around.

Xiao Chongyun leaned on the cabinet and looked at him, as if he was a little out of strength, but his tone was much calmer.

"You're just taking money from people and doing things for them," he said, "I'm the one who vented my anger."

During the pushing and shoving just now, Xiao Chongyun smashed a bottle of rose essential oil on his shirt, dyeing a lot of it on the spot, and the tie was also full of strong fragrance.Zhang Wenshan will speak at the perfume exchange meeting, and Li Qiong will accompany him throughout the journey as a bodyguard, so he must wear formal attire.In fact, before he came, he was trying on tomorrow's clothes. The front desk was not sure about Xiao Chongyun's intentions for asking for a masseuse, so he came here to ask for advice, so he came directly with essential oils.Therefore, this suit was originally specially matched.

He has dark skin, and the color of the tie is all the more important when paired with a shirt.The blue tie he is wearing now should be the one he has chosen repeatedly, and there is room for the shirt, so this is the tie of the same color.

Xiao Chongyun walked to the wardrobe that hadn't been tidied, and rummaged through it.After a while, he found a tie of the same color and took it out of the box: "This is what I used before. The brand is not very good, but the color matches your skin tone very well."

"Tomorrow, I can't stand next to my brother in the smell of roses." Xiao Chongyun handed over the old tie, "If you don't dislike it, just use it and treat it as my apology."

Xiao Chongyun's eyes drooped slightly, and his words were sincere. The dark-skinned young man was a little embarrassed. After all, he was the one who kidnapped someone from the hotel, and he was responsible for the subsequent imprisonment. Too much.He took the tie, thanked him, and walked out the door.

When he went out, he took another look into the room. Xiao Chongyun had already returned to the bed, lying on the bed with the quilt covering his waist.Thinking that he wanted a massage late at night, it wasn't because he had dubious thoughts, but probably because of real back pain.Xiao Chongyun was originally thin, but after such a toss just now, his face turned a little pale, so white that people couldn't bear it.He folded back and squatted beside the bed: "Second young master, when you jumped into the river a few years ago, Eldest Young Master was really scared, so please bear with me. I will be with Eldest Young Master tomorrow, if anyone I’ve posted something interesting and I’ll tell you when I come back. I don’t know much about perfumes, so don’t take offense if I make a mistake.”

Xiao Chongyun turned his head to the side, slightly surprised.

"Actually, I just want to meet acquaintances, but even if I think about it, my brother will not agree." He sighed, "The last time Mr. Zhou came to the group headquarters to make trouble, Zhou Tianhao is actually a close friend of mine. If you see him, Just give me a message and say I'm sorry for him."

Zhou Tianhao arrived in Paris, but did not stay in the hotel booked by Lotus. He dragged his suitcase to the slums on the banks of the Seine, walked through a market made of plastic sheds, and knocked on a wooden door with peeling green paint.

A disheveled fat man happily opened the door: "Boss, you are here! Didn't you say to bring me braised beef made by a domestic chef? I miss you to death!"

"Those with soup and water are not allowed to be brought on the plane. I prepared something with a similar taste." Zhou Tianhao opened the suitcase and took out a bucket of braised beef instant noodles. "You can use this to make ends meet."

He sat down on the fuzzy sofa, looked around at the TV set and dusty electric fan from the last century in the room, and asked, "Fatty Sun, why don't you ask your master to renovate the house? It looks like a few It’s like no one lives there.”

"Oh," the fat man boiled water for instant noodles with a bitter face, "every time I come to France to see him, he does this. This effect is what I want, so when the enemy comes to him, he usually looks elsewhere and asks elsewhere. How can he believe this crappy place?" In fact, people can live there.”

The fat man had a blue dragon tattooed on his arm, because he gained weight later and looked like a caterpillar.When he was tossing about inside and out, that furry dragon was particularly conspicuous and very cute.Sun Fangzheng finally finished soaking the noodles, buried his head in two bites, sat down in front of Zhou Tianhao with an empty noodle bucket, and said, "Boss, this time I came to Paris half a month earlier to help you inquire about things, and there are some results."

"Where does the senior live?"

"No, your heartless and ungrateful senior should still stay in Kuala Lumpur."

"Impossible." Zhou Tianhao shook his head, "He must be here, but he doesn't know where he lives."

"I checked the hotels designated for this perfume exchange meeting, and there are not many Chinese people staying here, let alone people who look like your senior. We have acquaintances in the hotels of the Zhang Group here. The waiter didn't see anyone either."

"Where's Zhang Wenshan?"

"Staying in his own hotel."

Therefore, at the exchange meeting on the second day, Zhou Tianhao was a little absent-minded.He originally represented Lotus and wanted to make a speech about Chinese incense in French at the exchange meeting.His speech was well-prepared, and he had contacted many reporters in advance, naturally the response was enthusiastic.When Zhou Tianhao stepped off the stage, he was personable, surrounded by warm applause.His eyes wandered, and he suddenly saw Zhang Wenshan through the crowd of reporters.

Zhang Wenshan sat on the guest seat with his bodyguards, looking at something in his hand, and was very absorbed in it.Just at that second, he raised his head and glanced in Zhou Tianhao's direction.

It was a look in the eyes of a winner, hiding indescribable emotions.

Zhou Tianhao forgot the words for a moment.It was just a gap of one second, with a smile and a half gesture, one could pass by without making a sound, but he just didn't.The crowd around him seemed to disappear out of thin air, and the noise and praise were no longer important. He passed through the crowd, walked in the direction of Zhang Wenshan, stopped in front of the person who was about to leave, and asked, "Where is Xiao Chongyun?"

"My younger brother is in Kuala Lumpur." Zhang Wenshan looked up at him, "For the sake of my younger brother, the last time the boss came to the company on Tuesday to smash things, he acted like a child who was ignorant and playing around. After all, he is ashamed of you, and so am I." Joint and several liability."

"Oh," Zhou Tianhao nodded, "He is ungrateful and ungrateful, and he is indeed ashamed of me. I intend to take him back and sincerely ask for advice."

This question and answer, but a few seconds.Soon the reporter and colleagues came up and interrupted the conversation.The bodyguard stretched out his hand and separated a space.The moment they passed each other, Zhou Tianhao sensed something was wrong.He intends to stop the bodyguard, but has been submerged in the sea of ​​flashing lights and microphones again.When everything is over, Zhang Wenshan will no longer be seen.

What is wrong?

Zhou Tianhao stood at the entrance of the venue, looking at the next day's arrangement, when he suddenly heard someone behind him asking, "Mr. Zhou?"

He turned around and saw a dark-skinned young man.

The young man probably lived in the Malay Peninsula for a long time, his skin was tanned by the tropical sun, and his body was straight.Seeing Zhou Tianhao nodding, he said, "Our second young master is indeed in Kuala Lumpur, but he asked me to bring you a message to say sorry."

After speaking, the young man turned around and left.

Zhou Tianhao froze on the spot, reaching for his mobile phone: "Sun Fangzheng, are you outside the venue?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"The senior is indeed in Paris. The Malay-Chinese bodyguard of Zhang Wenshan who is coming out now, you follow him-Xiao Chongyun must not be far away from him."

"Okay," Fatty Sun agreed, "Boss, how do you know?"

"I recognize the senior's tie he used." Zhou Tianhao felt his voice trembling, "When the senior's kid sent the clothes to be washed, I sprayed my own perfume on the tie. No matter how weak the smell of 'salvation' is, Even if it is left for too long, only a light tone remains, and I can tell the difference."

"I'll take the senior home."