Cosmetics company PR

Zhan Yifei didn't respond to Yan Qin's provocation. He knew that this man was sick, and the more he treated him, the more serious the illness became, but he was very worried about the condition of Teng Yun and Xu Jianou.After waiting for a few days, seeing that the person who was supposed to join the company did not show up for a long time, he asked Lao Xia Zai to see him by himself.

Teng Yun came to open the door for him, turned around and left as soon as the door opened.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Xu Jianou was not there.

He still remembered those unsightly photos, which was very different from Tang E's active pandering. Xu Jianou had already lost consciousness at all.Zhan Yifei was worried about Xu Jianou's situation, but it was inconvenient to mention it in front of this man, so he just asked specially: "Is anchor Xu not at home?"

The curtains in the room were closed tightly, and the room without light was also very stuffy.Teng Yun looked terrible, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his chin was full of green stubble. He waved his hand, "Maybe...maybe gone..."

"Leaving?" The words were ambiguous, I don't know if it means leaving temporarily or breaking up.Zhan Yifei still wanted to ask more questions, but Teng Yun jumped ahead of him.

He opened his sunken and red eyeballs wide, and asked: "Mr. Zhan, is the company planning to adjust the new product series of Fumu Zhiyuan?"

"Where did you hear that?" Of course you will adjust, because the samples that Teng Yun completed a while ago are completely different from the sake series that Fang Funong is debugging.Zhan Yifei didn't deny it, but was surprised that he hadn't announced that Fang Funong would return to the company.

Teng Yun waved his hand again, indicating that these details are not important.He stared at the other party with a pair of gloomy red eyes, and his voice seemed to be choked with sobs, "Mr. Zhan, I put my heart and soul into my work, even ignoring the people around me...I have paid a lot for the source of the wood... so much that you may Can't imagine, I might have nothing left but this job..."

Then, covering his face with his palms, he began to cry.

A man's tears came so unexpectedly that the CEO of Mi Ya seemed expressionless, but pity, regret and a little bit of guilt made him restless - Yan Qin was a psychopath, and from the beginning to the end Xu See Ou is the one who was implicated innocently.

Let the man cry bitterly, and after a moment of silence, Zhan Yifei said: "Which series will the source of Fumu come out officially? Decided, Zhan Dong...it is my dad and my second uncle, they will all attend the new product development meeting. You have to clean yourself up, how can they trust the products you develop with your decadent appearance. "

This meeting was very unpleasant, not the person to meet, but the content of the meeting brought a series of problems.

Marketing planning, advertising, policy support and even the first batch of stocks and cooperation with Qiu Cengge require planning and investment in all aspects. Judging from the current situation of Miya, it is impossible to bloom more, and it is impossible to push the two series at the same time. market, which means that there must be a temporary hold between the new products that Teng Yun and Fang Fu Nong are preparing.

Compared with the natural, pure and even somewhat sensual skin care methods of the sake series, Teng Yun uses plant extracts such as Phoenix Grass and Centella asiatica in combination with unique biological factors for research and development, which may have a higher sense of technology.

Teng Yun's hot tears really touched him a little, but the balance in President Mi Ya's mind was fluctuating at the moment.

In Fang Funong's home, Zhan Yifei, who was sitting on the bed, opened his notebook and stared intently at the existing bottle design of Fumu Zhiyuan, when he suddenly heard a sound coming from the kitchen.

Hurry to check, someone must have come in.

Climbing into the room again from the kitchen window, the difference from last time was that this time Fang Funong had a rose in his mouth.

The movement of his entry into the room was not small, and he swayed slightly when he walked, like someone who had drunk alcohol, not many, slightly tipsy.

"Why don't you come in through the main entrance?" The surprise mood disappeared in an instant, President Mi Ya deliberately showed no enthusiasm for his public relations man, and saw that the other party's eyes were strangely bright, and his expression was not as usual, so he couldn't help but Frowning, he asked again, "Have you been drinking?"

Still biting the rose between his teeth, he shook his head as an answer to the second question, and then he came to him and knelt at his feet with his face up.

Looking at the eager eyes of the other party, it seemed that he wanted to give flowers to himself, Zhan Yifei reached out to take them, but Fang Funong turned his head away again, tapped the other party's lips with his fingers, and then tapped his own.

One rose, one kiss.He is reminding the other party to make an exchange with himself mouth to mouth.

This way of courtship seems childish and capricious, not in line with this guy's usual style at all, it almost makes Zhan Yifei laugh.Looking down at Fang Funong, he tried his best to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were still cold, "Your way of picking up girls is too crude, I stopped doing it ten years ago."

As if kneeling on one knee was too tiring, Fang Funong changed his posture - he was on the ground with his hips on his heels, his back was slightly bent, and he slightly pursed his lips, which should have been kept for a long time The kiss, at this moment, appeared in front of Zhan Yifei in the form of asking for a kiss.

Excite him as much as he wants, this guy seems determined to ask for a kiss like this.Looks like he was drinking.

For the first time, he couldn't resist the other party's childishness, so he stretched out his hand to hold his face helplessly, but as soon as his fingers touched the other party's face, Zhan Yifei felt a prick - Fang Funong was thinner than before, and his cheeks were hot It was astonishing, he could even feel that his skin was trembling slightly, that kind of almost imperceptible, very slight trembling, instantly like a string of tiny electric currents passing through his palm.

Zhan Yifei held Fang Funong's face in his hands, and just as his four lips met, the rose fell to the ground.With petal-like lips in front of my eyes, why do I need flowers?Kissing him, brushing his tongue in his mouth, without any taste of wine.He suddenly realized that this man was just too tired.

The passion after a long absence was transmitted between the lips, the kneeling man sucked his lover's tongue, and finally ended a moist kiss.Zhan Yifei took a closer look at the handsome man's face in front of him again—it was very different from Teng Yun's extreme tiredness and lack of energy. Fang Funong also had sunken eye sockets and obvious bloodshot eyes, but his eyes were piercing Shiny and looking inexplicably excited.

"You have a fever... Are you sick?" Zhan Yifei stretched out his hand to touch the other person's forehead.

"Because I jumped into the river a few days ago." After burning for a few days, I just couldn't care about anything when I was immersed in work.Fang Funong smiled disapprovingly, showed his white teeth, and pinched Zhan Yifei's fingers instead, his palm was also very hot, as if he wanted to burn the skin on the back of the opponent's hand.

"Jumped into the river?" His eyes widened in surprise, "Why?"

"Because I need to refresh myself." Fang Funong tightened Zhan Yifei's finger, put it on his lips and kissed it repeatedly.

Zhan Yifei twitched his lips lightly, and said in an unrecognizable tone, "Song Dongpo called me this morning to complain, and he said that during the two weeks I spent with you, all of them had A conclusion, workaholic is not enough to describe your state at work, you are a psychopath."

"Pervert, lunatic, neuropathy...whatever..." Fang Funong didn't mind, at the moment his attention was on Zhan Yifei's fingers, his skin was dry and cold, he bit his fingertips, and followed With the gap between the slender fingers, lick it wet inch by inch.

The lover's licking and kissing made him feel very comfortable, he couldn't help snorting, and asked, "The formula...is it done?"

"Here is the sample, which has been modified several times, from Xi'an to Beijing." Fang Fu Nong took out a few sample vials from his pocket and told the other party that this is the new product formula finally confirmed by a group of industry elites.

In three cute and exquisite small bottles, Mr. PR not only brought back the perfect recipe of the sake series, but also extended new products of the same series. One of the bottles is very sweet in color and the texture looks like syrup.This is a professional theater-line product with rose and Chuanxiong as the main raw materials. The two aunts in Xi'an shared the recipes of the most popular products in their chain beauty salons, thanking each other for their buttocks.

Mr. PR slightly adjusted the recipe, because women like roses, and Zhan Yifei likes sugar.

President Miya took out a bottle and tried it. He could see the process of emulsification, whitening and even absorption. It felt like a sympathetic kiss. A very pleasant sweet smell spread in the room.

"These...are exactly the same as Huazhiyue's sake series?"

"No," Fang Funong shook his head, and replied firmly, "It's more perfect."

"How is this possible?!" Zhan Yifei could no longer hide his surprise, "When my brother was here, it took half a year at the fastest from the formula confirmation to the proofing of a new Miya product. It took two months to improve on the basis of the French director's formula, and you have only been out for half a month, how is that possible?"

"Maybe it's because... I don't like the impossible." Fang Funong didn't mention a word about the thousands of experiments, "I don't like the limit either, that guy always makes me... very annoyed... "

There was a little moisture in the eyes, and those sharp eyes became extremely gentle. Zhan Yifei stretched out his hand to stroke his lover's face again: "How much time have you slept in the past two weeks?"

"I think... I think..." The man with the best memory couldn't even remember how much he slept in the past two weeks.Putting his fingers on his forehead, Fang Funong tried hard to recall, but finally shook his head, "About ten or twenty days... twenty hours... I can't remember..."

Realizing that he was incoherent with a high fever, the man smiled self-deprecatingly, then held the back of his lover's head against his forehead, and softly sang: Over and over I look in your eyes (I see your eyes again and again)...

YouareallIdesire (I long for you so much)…

You have captured me…

The sweet smell of the sugar rose made me sleepy, and the voice gradually became quieter. He wanted to close his eyes a few times, but he was really tired.

Zhan Yifei originally wanted to talk to him about Teng Yun, but after thinking about it, he decided to give up.He pressed Fang Funong's face to his neck, "Go to sleep."