Olfactory failure

Recently, the employees of IDR found that their boss is very proud. The specific manifestation is that when they meet in the elevator in the morning, they will say "Morning" when they meet in the elevator, and usually nod with a smile at best; Correct mistakes in the work of subordinates.

The elevator stopped on the twentieth floor, and Zheng Chengyan listened to You Lin reporting the schedule beside him while walking. When he arrived at the office, he took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, and subconsciously touched the violet petals next to the computer.

It seemed that her mind hadn't been concentrated on her work, so Yu Lin's topic followed the boss's thinking: "The flowers are a little weary, do you want me to buy you a bunch of fresh ones during lunch break?"

Zheng Chengyan laid the corner of the desk with the fallen petals, and looked at it quite artistically: "I don't need it for the time being, isn't this very energetic."

You Lin praised from the bottom of her heart: "Mr. Wen is really a romantic person."

Zheng Chengyan thought to himself that you probably don't know that I asked him to buy this flower, but the romance he led would definitely not be easily said, so he asked casually, "How do you say it?"

You Lin weighed her measure: "Last Friday, many colleagues saw Mr. Wen holding flowers and waiting for you to get off work. Several girls in the copywriting team privately said that the flower language of violets is 'foggy love'. all over."

Full of astonishment that was about to turn into surprise, Zheng Chengyan deliberately lowered his voice: "How come something so common has become company news? Are you all so busy?"

You Lin hurriedly excused the guilt of the people below: "They were all chatting during the break time, and they didn't delay work."

Zheng Chengyan had enough leisure, sat down and took a sip of coffee, took this document and opened it: "That won't delay work, let's continue to report."

The topic that was interrupted by Violet resumed, and Yulin finished the assigned tasks according to the time and priority: "...At 03:30 p.m., Mr. Feng from Xihe Entertainment came to meet with Mr. Feng, and the report was completed."

The nib of the pen smoothly folded a big hook in the lower right corner of the work report. After signing, Zheng Chengyan closed the document, thinking to himself how many days later, he really came to ask for favors.

When things get busy, time flies so fast. Zheng Chengyan stared at the computer or paper documents and felt his eyes sore, so he looked up at the violet next to him, and then remembered its flower language. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it fit Wen Yanshu's character.

The roses are too warm, the bristlegrass is too obscure, and the violets are hazy just right. Maybe this is a kind of upright hint. First, he swore sovereignty in his territory without any scruples, and when he was drunk, he refused to accept his invasion. Just because of his introverted temperament, he doesn't want to be the one who breaks the rules.

It turned out that Wen Yanshu had such contradictory feelings towards him. Zheng Chengyan tapped on the pen, feeling that his insight was too late. What method would he find to respond to the other party's feelings?

This idea occupied a place in Zheng Chengyan's mind. He went to the reception room at three o'clock in the afternoon. On the way, he saw the petunias hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor. He had to think about which flower was the most suitable for sending Wen Yanshu.

After entering the reception room and sitting down, Zheng Chengyan put aside his personal affairs for the time being, exchanged greetings with Mr. Feng who had been waiting for a while, and then went straight to the topic, and swept his gaze towards a young boy next to him: "This is Mr. Feng's..."

Mr. Feng hurriedly asked the stupid boy to stand up and refill Zheng Chengyan's tea: "This is Ning Le, an artist under our company."

The tea is full of deception, so Ning Le puts down the teapot when it is [-]% full. If it is not that he is educated, he has been taught the rules before coming here.

Zheng Chengyan probably understood what Mr. Feng meant, but he didn't answer.

Mr. Feng is like selling products door-to-door: "Ning Le can sing and dance. Although she is not as popular as many popular stars, she has an advantage over her face."

Zheng Chengyan took a closer look at the little artist's face. To be honest, anyone who knows him knows that talking about his looks is the most unconvincing. He didn't know how attractive those pretty faces in the company's studio were to him, but only evaluated whether those faces were compatible with the advertising screen designed by IDR.

The little artist smiled under his undisguised gaze, then lowered his head, Zheng Chengyan looked away, pretended to be stupid and said to Mr. Feng: "Then you have found a treasure."

Now that he brought the person, Mr. Feng did not neglect, and expressed his intentions straightforwardly and sincerely: "Mr. Zheng, you also know that Xihe is in the initial stage and sometimes lacks some opportunities. I heard that the production of the beverage advertisement that IDR received in the past two months is in progress. We are ready to finalize the actors, do you think there is a chance for Ning Le to show his face?"

Zheng Chengyan caressed the body of the cup, didn't let go of the cup and didn't take it up to drink. He didn't mind repaying the favor, but he had to express some positions: "Didn't Mr. Feng say that Ning Le's face has an advantage, and I'm not afraid that he will steal the limelight from the protagonist." ?”

It was pointed out inside and outside the words that Ning Le's face may be considered outstanding among Xi He, but it is not up to the standard required by IDR; he can bring Xi He, a young artist, to show his face, but it is only limited to the background board.

After coming back from the reception room, it was almost the end of get off work time. Zheng Chengyan leaned back in his chair and rubbed the roots of the mountain, and raised his phone to his eyes to look at it.

When I was talking to someone just now, I couldn't help but think of Wen Yanshu, so Zheng Chengyan relied on no one in the company to take care of him, and unscrupulously touched the fish with salary. There were a lot of messages on the phone, so he poked Wen Yanshu's profile picture to go. I checked the chat records of the two of them.

You Lin came in to help him change the cold coffee, and saw that his brows were furrowed, and asked tentatively, "Did you not have a good conversation with Mr. Feng from Xihe?"

Zheng Chengyan was still staring at the phone: "No. By the way, you can help me look up that little artist named Ning Le. You don't need to work overtime, just send me the information tonight."

Not long after You Lin went out, Zheng Chengyan flipped the chat records between him and Wen Yanshu to the top. In two full years, the content of their conversation was not as rich as a document on his desk. Most of the time, he took the initiative to find the other party, and the only time Wen Yanshu took the initiative was to remind him to make an appointment for Mocha's cat grooming.

Didn't he already have a vague love for him? Why is he still so unwilling to make progress? Thinking this way, Zheng Chengyan typed a message to the editor: Do I need to work overtime tonight?

When he was about to press send, he stopped the action, deleted all the text, and changed it to: Shall we eat at home tonight or in your spice room?

Wen Yanshu's mobile phone lit up on the fragrance table for a moment and then went dark. The windows of the fragrance room were open, and the setting sun slanted across the ground at dusk, but no one was watching the beautiful scenery inside.

The Nafeli Building has a total of [-] floors, and it will take several hours to visit each floor. Wen Yanshu doesn't do such stupid things, and leads the newcomer named Jiang Er behind him to get acquainted with the main meeting place of the perfumer. several layers.

Jiang Er came to the company to report at nine o'clock in the morning, but Wen Yanshu had been in the conference room changing the arrangement of the tasting with his colleagues in the perfume group and had no time to see him, so he took time to take him around after lunch break.

Fortunately, Jiang Er has good ears and eyes, and when he meets Wen Yanshu, he can answer surprise questions in an orderly manner. I worked overtime, so I went back to the front desk on the [-]th floor and let the other party clock in and leave.

He went back to the fragrance room alone to pack up his things. Before leaving, he stood by the window and looked down for a while. This action has become his habit these days. It seems that he will look at the night scene from the same perspective at a fixed point every night, so that he will not lose the first thing he picked up. inspiration.

It wasn't until he got into the car that Wen Yanshu vaguely remembered that he hadn't passed Jiang Er's friend application. He took out his phone and turned it on. The first thing he saw when he clicked on WeChat was a message sent by Zheng Chengyan an hour ago. question.

Occasionally, the sound of starting the engine can be heard in the parking lot, and the car speeding away seems to be able to affect the frequency of the heartbeat.

Confined to one compartment, Wen Yanshu felt stuffy in his chest due to the lack of air circulation, but he still typed carefully, after all, he couldn't quite understand what signal Zheng Chengyan wanted to convey in this news.

"Go home and eat. Today, the front desk has changed to another person to avoid you being turned away again."

Wen Yanshu didn't turn off the screen after sending, and wandered around the steering wheel for a while, feeling that he was responsible for seeing the other party's letter so late.

So he lowered his head, long pressed the chat box and put Zheng Chengyan on top.