C-site pheromone

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Kurihara didn't wake up at all, and his expression was dull during the dance practice, as if he was doing radio gymnastics.

The only BETA in the team was thinking about life, and the only ALPHA went to a meeting.

The dance practice teacher knocked on the railing with a newspaper: "Concentrate!! The concert is going to be held in a few days!!"

Kurihara woke up in seconds after dozing off: "The action is correct."

"...Forget it, you can continue."

Wen Yaofeng had a three-hour meeting in the morning, and Bai Chun had a two-hour consultation in the afternoon, and the two of them just missed the time.

ECHO suddenly became popular this year, and all resources from all walks of life showed their favor, and the olive branch quickly turned into a windmill.

There are more than a dozen well-designed variety shows by David TV, including life observation, simulated business, and customs clearance challenges, and there are four stacks of project books.

However, they didn't catch up with the same good time as "Lore".

The strength of ECHO is that the four people have their own strengths, and there is also Rong Zishe who has a professional background and can handle the ratings.

When ECHO first debuted, they were busy performing and recording songs, and Su Qi pursued perfection in business, so she didn't take them to make up for it at that time.

Now that everything has been reshuffled, it is a good time to gain a firm foothold in multiple fields.

The book subsidiary of TV dramas and movies has received hundreds of copies. The professional department first screens out defective products, and Su Qi and other high-level executives conduct second screening.

Let Wen Yaofeng decide first, and then show it to the other three people.

One is because he has led the team for several years, and the other is because the work is too delicate.

Commercial films are different from literary films.

The audience's tastes are changing rapidly, and even senior directors can't tell for sure whether a book will explode or not. Sometimes it's just by sight.

It is also because of this that all kinds of monsters and ghosts are mixed in the script.

"No. 30 four volumes, "Stealing the Heart", tells the story of Duan Wuqing, a prodigal son in love, who is involved in a money robbery case..."

"Next," Su Qi frowned and said, "I'm also confused, I even put this in."

"No. 30 five books, "The Moon Knows His Fault", about Niu Zhuangshi, a bachelor in the countryside..."

"Next!"

Wen Yaofeng listened intently for an hour and a half, thinking it might as well go back to rehearse.

Some of the simple outlines are stinky and long, and the long-winded talk makes people want to sleep.

There are also scripts that are completely stitched together, and Hollywood stories from home and abroad are pieced together to create a four-dimensional image.

He gradually lost his patience, and while listening, he used a pen to draw villains on the corners of the meeting minutes.

At the beginning, I was not proficient in drawing, and the limbs of the stickman had no shape.

After listening to the old and terminally ill love story, he fumbled to draw a profile of Bai Chun.

Abstract but vivid, the more you look at it, the more you like it.

Wen Yaofeng glanced at Su Qi who was drinking her fourth cup of coffee, changed her posture and continued to listen and draw.

I want to moisten a bit.

I don't know if Runrun misses me or not.

He felt that he was still in unrequited love, and he felt a little distressed about the first love, and he was happy about it.

On the other end, Bai Chun eats and rests alone, reads a book for a while and prepares to go to the consulting room.

He is thinking about him.

The distance was too close last night, and it seemed that he was empathizing with his worries and pains.

Today, they were suddenly separated by several floors, and all perceptions were completely blocked, which gave Bai Chun an unaccustomed withdrawal reaction.

He quietly asked Wen Yaofeng about the time when he would come back, finished his lunch portion of medicine alone, and sat by the French window to read a book.

I haven't turned a page for a long time.

Missing is a very abstract feeling, sometimes there will be no pictures or thoughts, as if the whole person is empty and scattered.

Then quietly wait for the other person to come back.

However, the afternoon also became long.

Psychotherapy has two 10-minute buffer breaks, a total of one hour and four 10 minutes before and after.

When Bai Chun opened the door and went out again, he found that there was only Kurihara in the practice room.

He didn't make a sound, and went to find Wen Yaofeng in other rooms.

Not in the recording studio, not in the gym, not in the restaurant.

Bai Chun seemed to just pass by these places, frowning for a while and went back to practice the piano.

Start with fingering.

Arpeggios, fingers.

Concert tracks, new album, unfinished songs.

He flipped through a blank sheet of music at random, played a few passages and memorized a few notes.

Before the melody was finished, a meeting record book suddenly slid down from the field of vision.

Then there was a smile as bright as Yaoguang.

Bai Chun blinked, and stopped writing the score at the beginning: "I'm playing the piano, I'll talk about things later."

Wen Yaofeng didn't open his mouth to show off, just turned a corner of the booklet in front of him with a smile.

Like some ancient stop-motion animation, as the page flips and falls, a villain with a hat painted with musical notes suddenly appears in the corner, and then spins and dances intermittently.

"Look, there is a little peach blossom drawn here," the young man bowed his head and pointed to him, and manually flipped through the rough animation at the footer: "Does it look like you?"

Bai Chun turned over a few pages and looked at it carefully, and suddenly his heartbeat became very fast.

Wen Yaofeng had never learned to draw at all, and his lines were all about modern art.

The painting is ugly, but Bai Chun is very moved by it.

"The first print was a stick figure. I didn't think it looked good, so I painted it again during my lunch break."

Bai Chun was silent. He couldn't express any nasty emotions like him. After thinking for a while, he finally asked, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Wen Yaofeng put away his notebook, thought for a while and said, "I want to eat blueberry yogurt soufflé."

Bai Chun drew a few notes clearly, closed the piano and said, "Coffee?"

"Black coffee is fine."

The two walked halfway, Wen Yaofeng suddenly asked again: "Does my painting look good?"

"nice."

After that night, their relationship became more peaceful.

Although the previous ambiguous teasing is gone, some inexplicable barriers are constantly dissolving.

Wen Yaofeng cooperated with the company's itinerary, and got into the habit of locking the door when returning to the room.

He picked out a new syringe to inject himself with inhibitors, while calling the housekeeper.

At the same time as the electronic sound came from the Bluetooth headset, the slender needle slowly pierced the skin and penetrated deep.

"Master?"

"Ask you something." Wen Yaofeng injected all the medicine with one hand, and said calmly: "Where is my dad doing activities these few days, I will go see him."

"Oh, that's great," the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed to report: "He just came back from England the day before yesterday, and he is now in the Hongfa Financial Center. He will go to Hill Art Hall to see your fourth uncle in the evening."

"How about this, young master, you go home tomorrow morning, the family also wants to..."

"Hill Art Hall?" Wen Yaofeng pressed his brow bone with one hand, and said indifferently, "The one on Zihua Road?"

"Yes, it seems that you went to a charity party with your friends last time?"

"Coincidentally, I'm free tonight."

"Then let me tell you..."

"Needless to say, I know that place." Wen Yaofeng's eyes turned cold, and he said casually: "You told him, the surprise is gone."

"Oh yes, it's really great that the young master loves others..."

Wen Yaofeng didn't listen to the old man's rambling, hung up the phone and thought for a while, then sent Su Qi a message asking for a short vacation.

He borrowed a car and drove near the art hall, and sat in the car alone for a long time.

The main entrance of the Hill Art Hall is a decoration, and even the entrance to the underground parking lot has been deliberately covered up.

There are indeed a lot of real goods on the first and second floors, most of which are sent by various families to show off their wealth and wealth, and for celebrities to show off and take pictures.

The upper class will always find ways to fill the vanity in different places, designing and building such an underground club, elegant and romantic on the bright side, and knife-edge exchanges in secret, sometimes it can be regarded as acting for yourself.

Not only the Wen family, several other local wealthy businessmen also have exclusive rooms and halls here, and the functions and functions are unknown.

There are a lot of mosquitoes in summer, and my arms get wrapped up after sitting in the car for a while.

Wen Yaofeng looked at the ivory white Greek-style art museum, took a deep breath and stuffed his identity back into the shell of Master Wen's family.

When I got out of the car again, I changed back to being idle, as if nothing happened.

When he walked into the entrance, the guard didn't recognize him for a while, and asked vigilantly to show his card.

Wen Yaofeng smiled, "Call your manager."

The electronic monitoring was connected after 3 minutes. The manager hurriedly apologized when he saw the face clearly, and ran all the way to usher him in.

The security guard was afraid that he had offended some important person, so he kept bowing and apologizing after being confused.

Wen Yaofeng walked in with his pockets in his pocket, his face was cold and he didn't make a sound.

He didn't speak, forcing the manager to subconsciously try to adjust the atmosphere.

"Mr. Wen is in the Thanatos Hall, shall I take you there?"

Wen Yaofeng walked a few steps along the leading path, and pushed open the side door to see the interior decoration.

Some rooms are still being cleaned, and cigarette butts, food and wine are scattered in a mess.

Some rooms are sunken in darkness, small and quiet inside.

There were also several doors that were locked and could not be pushed at all.

The manager thought to himself that only the young master of the Wen family dared to do such nonsense, and he would have offended so many people if it were someone else.

He apologized, but stopped Wen Yaofeng's actions because of his duty: "I'll be there soon, let me ask someone to come in and talk first? What do you want to eat tonight?"

"No, I'll wait in another hall." Wen Yaofeng paused, his eyes fell on the layout of the other two rooms.

"Oh, this place has already been reserved by your family. You see, the house number is still engraved with the word Wen, isn't it?" The manager relaxed his shoulders a lot, and said politely: "Then you come here to rest first, and I will wait for you to rest." Tell Mr. Wen?"

Wen Yaofeng nodded, and after several people finished serving tea and fruits, he signaled them to retreat, and looked around alone.

He saw that photo countless times that day, the carpet, the furnishings, the wine glasses, the table legs, all the details were engraved in the depths of his mind, indelible.

The same.

The overlapping made his back feel hot, as if the blood in his muscles was about to burn.

It's here.

It was really the Wen family who did it.

Wen Yaofeng knelt on one knee on the carpet, and stroked the Persian carpet inch by inch with his palm, as if reading the evidence he had missed.

He was suffocated by guilt, and he took a long breath before sitting back in his seat again.

The next second he twisted his hand, Wen Suo raised his eyebrows and came in.

"You kid still know to come here?"

Wen Yaofeng looked up at Wen Suo, his stomach was so nauseated that he couldn't force a smirk.

-2-

"It's all here, show your face to someone." Wen Suo lit a cigarette by himself, and waved the cigarette case to him: "Take it yourself."

"I don't smoke."

"Okay." Wen Suo let the waiter light the fire for him, and took a casual breath: "What do you want me for?"

Wen Yaofeng stared at the curling smoke in the room, and said briefly: "I'm busy with work this year, so I probably won't be going home."

Wen Suo sneered: "Is this why you came to me?"

He violently smashed the cigarette butt in the jar, and smiled philistinely and sarcastically.

"You don't really think that your singing and dancing stuff can also be called a serious job?"

Wen Suo pulled the chair closer with one hand, almost spraying all the smoke in his throat onto his face.

"Wen Yaofeng, you are in your 20s, and I also understand that you are fond of playing. Your mother stopped me and said that the child can't be tough when he is old. I will give you time."

"Tell me, when will you stop playing? Do you know what it means to stop?"

Wen Yaofeng laughed: "COZO Group is so important to you?"

"It's important, it's fucking important!" Wen Suo was irritated by his smile for a second, grabbed his collar and cursed: "Your father is risking his life outside to start a family business, talking about bills and drinking all day and night. Spit up, don't show me that kind of expression!"

"Why are you laughing? Do you think you are very free and easy?? Do you think you stay out of it??"

Wen Yaofeng's smile didn't change, he let him hold his collar, and said slowly: "You were like this ten years ago."

"When I got angry, I scolded all my mother and ancestors, and it is common to slap the servants when I am in a bad mood."

"When he stood in front of me and outsiders again, it was as if nothing had happened, and he pretended to be kind and gentle."

"are not you tired."

Wen Suo didn't expect him to dig up these old accounts, and his anger was further aroused, so he almost slapped him on the face: "When is it your turn to discipline me?!"

"Wen Yaofeng, let me tell you, don't talk too much about it." Wen Shuo elbowed Wen Yaofeng back into the chair, without thinking about his son's abnormality today, and said condescendingly: "Are you alive or dead? They all have my blood, they are all from my family."

"Wen Yaofeng, I'll give you half a year to settle all your messes, come back and let me take over the management of the company!"

"So I still know this?" Wen Yaofeng adjusted his collar slowly, and his tone was not affected by him: "I don't even know, thank you for your high regard."

"Within half a year," Wen Suo said angrily, "I didn't discuss it with you, so hurry back!"

"if not?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Suo sneered, "You'd better not know."

He didn't leave any chance for Wen Yaofeng, he slammed the door and left after venting his anger.

Wen Yaofeng turned the button back to its original position, thinking quietly.

The Wen family has been handed down for five generations in total. The first generation was bearers walking in the downtown area.

Grandpa was the only son, married two concubines, and had six children in total.

His father was fifth, his eldest uncle and second uncle had died of illness, and there were three lines of relatives left in the family.

Before the old man left, the family property was clearly divided, and he specifically asked Yaofeng to reserve [-]% of the shares, which was regarded as the last entrustment.

It never occurred to him that a gift would set fire to this point.

Wen Suo is now the leader of COZO, sitting on 30.00% of Wu's shares, and Tude is by no means the small share in his hands.

He was in a hurry to call him back, probably because he was about to be swallowed by himself, or he was anxious to swallow the rest.

Wen Yaofeng has no interest in the disputes between merchants, and only feels disgusted when he thinks of these.

Liang Yinghua heard the movement very quickly, and chased after him on the phone.

"Son, why did you go to see your father suddenly?!" She hastily defended him: "Your father has been in trouble in business recently, and it's rare to go back to China, so don't go there and make trouble."

"Although your father's words are not pleasant and his attitude is not good, he is just like that, but he has a good intention..."

"Mom, I don't want to hear it anymore."

Liang Yinghua replied dully, not at all like someone from a scholarly family.

"Next Tuesday at six o'clock... there is a party at home, you should come back." She was afraid that Wen Yaofeng would throw her father's face in public again, so she hurriedly added: "You should also be filial, be obedient, okay?"

Wen Yaofeng held the phone, thinking about the words she cried and complained in the middle of the night.

He found that none of them loved him.

He has noticed it many times, but he still refuses to believe it, and has always wanted to find even the slightest clue.

"Mom, we haven't called in a month."

He said softly, "do you want to ask, how have I been doing recently?"

Liang Yinghua paused first, then smiled awkwardly.

"Is the big star doing well, of course my mother knows, many of my students like you..."

Wen Yaofeng put the phone aside, and waited for her to finish talking before scribbling a few goodbyes and hanging up.

He wanted to go back to Wen's house and take out something.

Tuesday.

The concert will be held this Saturday, and the company will arrange for four people to have a temporary physical examination and physical fitness test as usual.

The concert is a high-intensity long-term work, which greatly tests the cardiopulmonary function of the protagonist. When singing and dancing for three hours, the ambulance waiting outside is also a routine operation of the risk plan.

Bai Chun had only split late this year, and his bloodline happened to be OMEGA again. Wen Yaofeng kept an eye out and asked his buddy Lao Kai to bring a team over to preside over the physical examination.

Although Su Qi didn't agree with replacing the old team, she was also afraid that the staff would be under the watchful eye after they had been used for a long time. After reviewing the qualifications and supervisors, they were all let in.

Test the body function on an empty stomach in the morning, test the physical fitness again in the afternoon, and then issue a corresponding nutrition and health report, which is considered a success.

Lao Kai has been a doctor for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation with his own eyes.

"He delayed differentiation for almost three or four years? Because of drugs and psychological effects?"

"Well, you should still write ALPHA in your report, and don't expose other things."

"That's okay," Lao Kai said dumbfoundingly. "It's not like there are no such things, but OMEGA is completely differentiated at the age of 20. Now there are still many children who develop early, and it's very common for them to appear in their teens."

"Psychological factors will definitely affect the secretion of hormones, but it has caused such a long delay... How much pressure and shock must this be? It will continue for so many years?"

Wen Yaofeng was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "I am also responsible."

"To be honest, he doesn't look like someone who grew up in hard times." Lao Kai glanced at Bai Chun who was waiting in the waiting room, and said in a low voice, "He's really good-looking. No wonder my little nephew is so obsessed with him, the whole house is full of posters—is he in a relationship?"

Wen Yaofeng narrowed his eyes and said, "Can you ask me one more question?"

"Don't ask, promise not to ask."

To be on the safe side, Lao Kai did the blood test and report writing by himself, but it took longer than expected.

During the period, Rong Zishe took a tube of blood by himself, which shocked the little nurse.

When I came here, I said that I could finish the work at 04:30 in the afternoon, but it was not finished until [-]:[-] in the end.

Wen Yaofeng came back from playing and found that he hadn't stopped, so he leaned over to gloat: "It seems that the doctor's job is not easy to do?"

Lao Kai's expression changed again and again, and on the other hand, looking carefully at Wen Yaofeng's expression, he vaguely felt that he was still kept in the dark.

"Then what," he dragged his voice, as if pointing out: "Your team... pheromone compatibility is quite high?"

"Indeed, the feelings are also quite good."

Lao Kai's stomach was full and he had no place to vomit. He smiled complicatedly at this moment, and asked again: "How are you feeling recently? Do you have any troubles that you don't understand??"

Wen Yaofeng was inexplicable: "What's the matter, do you want to be a psychiatrist? Brother Boss??"

These two subjects are not the same category, right? ?

"Have you ever felt something occasionally, that is, an emotion that doesn't seem to belong to you? Suddenly happy for no reason, or sad all of a sudden?"

Wen Yaofeng thought about it for a while: "No."

Lao Kai looked at the data and Wen Yaofeng a few times, and realized that there are some things that are not convenient to talk about here, so he typed a haha ​​and didn't go any further.

I have to find a time to take this kid to drink, and make a clear picture of the inside and outside.

On the other side, Bai Chun pulled Rong Zishe aside with a concerned expression.

"Zi She, how are you doing?"

"Not exposed," Rong Zishe flipped through two pages of his own report, and casually said, "The blood belongs to my buddy, and the boss of this institution is also a friend of Wen Yaofeng, so it might not be a big problem if he finds out."

He put down his share, and looked sideways at Bai Chun: "Speaking of which, what do you and Wen Yaofeng think?"

Bai Chun raised his eyebrows: "What do you need to think about?"

Rong Zishe laughed: "You and I are still pretending to be confused."

Bai Chun was dumbfounded, lying on the railing and looking at the distant view outside the building, he said for a while, "I like him a little bit."

Rong Zishe let out a long cry.

"Wen Yaofeng's side, they almost wrote the words "I like you" on their faces."

Bai Chun glanced at Rong Zishe: "He's been avoiding me recently."

"You guys slept together a few days ago."

"He's really avoiding me."

"When he was in a meeting, he buried himself in drawing villains and was knocked on the head by sister Su."

"..."

Bai Chun turned his head to the other side, wanting to avoid the question but couldn't help thinking about it.

Rong Zishe patted Jiyou on the shoulder kindly when he saw Jiyou lost his mind halfway through the assist.

"People don't tease you every day, are you not used to it?"

"Go away."

"How can you be so passive in tactics." Rong Zishe showed his kindness and reasoned: "If the enemy doesn't move, you should move even more. If there is any misunderstanding, you should treat him better."

Bai Chun thought for a while, but said nothing.

"You bake a piece of bread and write him a song or something, maybe you'll be on third base a long time ago, right... The sound insulation in the dormitory is quite good, you have to trust me and Yuanyuan..."

Bai Chun interrupted him slowly.

"Rong Zishe, I remember you have been single for more than 20 years, right?"

Someone was stabbed in pain, picked up the report, turned around and left.

Bai Chun, you are not human.