Olfactory failure

When Zheng Chengyan received this message, he was standing in front of the cupboard and was about to take out the thermos. After reading the message, he closed the cupboard door again.

Mocha is usually very clingy, and he is the most clingy when he is eating. When he saw him wandering in the kitchen, he moved towards his legs. Zheng Chengyan covered the pot and turned it back to the heat preservation state, took a glass of water and went back to the living room: "Give up, There is no fish today."

Putting the phone aside, he held the tablet to browse the colorful pages, and occasionally raised his hand to scratch the cat's head: "Can you help me ask him what flowers he likes?"

After finishing speaking, he felt that this was not the primary problem. He rubbed the tips of the soft cat ears and said, "Why don't you help me find a reason so that he will accept it willingly and at the same time not highlight my intentions so much."

The cat's ears trembled between his fingers, and Zheng Chengyan thought that his cat would follow him and love to use his brain, so he kept throwing difficult questions at him: "I hope next time I don't have to find a reason, and he doesn't have to understand why I'm close to him. "

Mocha was overwhelmed, and fled from under his palm with an arch. Zheng Chengyan continued to swipe the screen. When the message notification sounded, he just heard the light sound of the door lock turning.

He turned off the tablet, passed the dining room and put it on the dining table, looked up and met Wen Yanshu who opened the door and entered the room.

It was Wen Yanshu who misaligned his eyes first, and regretted it after the message was sent. He couldn't stop complaining to himself that the stuffiness of the underground parking lot had blocked his mind, which made him say this without hesitation. In retrospect, I always think that there are unwarranted expectations conveyed between the lines.

After closing the door, taking off his watch, and taking off his coat, Wen Yanshu hung up his clothes and turned around, Zheng Chengyan bent over and put a pair of cotton slippers in front of him.

Wen Yanshu felt that something was changing quietly. In the past, Zheng Chengyan had never been so gentle to him, and he stayed put for a long time: "I can do it myself."

"I'm free." Zheng Chengyan was very at ease, "Do you want to take a shower first?"

The speaker had no intention of the listener, and Wen Yanshu mistakenly believed that Zheng Chengyan had been waiting for him at home for a long time: "Are you hungry?"

Zheng Chengyan was stunned for a moment: "It's okay."

In Wen Yanshu's view, "okay" is a euphemism for affirmation, and it is already inappropriate to delay replying to the news, so he decided to make an exception today: "Let's eat first, I didn't stay in the fragrance room for a long time today, and I don't smell strange .”

"Neither usually nor not." Zheng Chengyan stopped halfway. He knew that most perfumers prefer to use various fragrance-free products in daily life in order to protect their sense of smell from unwanted smells outside of work. Only then did I realize that Wen Yanshu may have more worries than other perfumers, "Are you despising your own smell?"

Wen Yanshu stroked Mocha's tail, rolled up his sleeves and went to the nearest kitchen to wash his hands: "No one would like it."

"Don't you like Mocha? It rubs against you as soon as you enter the door." Zheng Chengyan also followed into the kitchen to serve food, and stood side by side with Wen Yanshu in front of the cooking counter without stopping. What a strange smell."

Wen Yanshu wiped his hands and went to the cupboard to get the tableware: "It's because you've been with me for a long time and you're used to it."

This sentence was very ordinary, but it fell into Zheng Chengyan's ears, but it was a concise and easy-to-understand hint. He was about to say something of considerable weight in response to the other party's words, when he heard the sound of wrapping paper rubbing, he caught a glimpse of the situation out of the corner of his eye, Busily put down the dinner plate in his hand and quickly walked over to hold the big bag of cat food that was about to slide off the top of the cupboard: "Be careful!"

Mocha, who jumped up on the cupboard to make trouble, felt that something was wrong, so he jumped down and ran out of the kitchen. Zheng Chengyan wanted to reprimand him, but when his chest hit Wen Yanshu's back, he was full of hopeless thoughts.

Wen Yanshu held the bowl in his left hand and held the chopsticks in his right, so he could only use the side of his crotch to support the plate that was about to fall out: "Help me up."

Zheng Chengyan pushed the cat food back, obediently stretched out his hand to straighten the plate, did not take back his hand after finishing, and leaned on the edge of the platform to trap people in the area in front of him, finally found a chance to respond to the other party's hint: "Yan Shu , Have you ever thought that I am not just used to it."

He wasn't aggressive, he just put it away as soon as he finished speaking, and walked out of the kitchen with two dishes on the cooking table.

Wen Yanshu was not frightened by Mocha, but was disturbed by Zheng Chengyan's ambiguous words and deeds. It seemed that the other party's body temperature remained on his back. He waited for the hot tide on his face to subside, and filled two bowls Rice went back to the restaurant and sat down.

"Thank you." Zheng Chengyan took the bowl, and his right hand was still scrolling the interface on the tablet. You Lin sent him Ning Le's information 10 minutes ago, and he quickly went through it at a glance.

Estimating the risks of advertising actors is a detail that PPM discusses together, but this one is for repaying favors, so he must keep an eye out in advance.

You Lin sorted it out very meticulously. In addition to the text information, even Ning Le's business map posted on various platforms and the photos of his amateur days were all compiled into a file. Zheng Chengyan zoomed in and out, trying to figure out this face and the advertising picture from multiple angles degree of fitness.

As soon as the bowl sank, Wen Yanshu put a spoonful of steamed eggs on his rice: "It won't taste good if it's cold."

"Okay." The face on the tablet was not an appetizer, Zheng Chengyan quickly turned off the screen, and when he raised his face, he glanced at the few violets stuck in the glass bottle next to him, "The bunch in the office is also very beautiful. .”

Wen Yanshu was not surprised: "Violet is easy to adapt to the indoor environment."

Zheng Chengyan changed the subject: "I've been thinking about giving flowers to people recently, but I don't have this experience before. Can you give me a trick?"

Wen Yanshu's first reaction was to think of the person on the tablet that Zheng Chengyan couldn't take his eyes off just now, and suddenly he couldn't swallow: "It depends on the object."

Zheng Chengyan thought for a while, and to him, there was not much difference between a partner and a partner, anyway, they were all Wen Yanshu, so he took advantage of the situation and asked: "For example?"

Wen Yanshu said: "For example, if I give it to you, I will pick violets."

It's all hinted at this point, Zheng Chengyan still wants to hear more: "What else?"

Wen Yanshu was still recalling that face on the tablet, where he seemed to have seen it before, and when he looked up, he met Zheng Chengyan's burning gaze, feeling a little uncomfortable: "It's gone, I sent it to you."

Zheng Chengyan suppressed the joy in his heart, seemingly unintentionally said: "Why did you give me violets?"

"You often sit in the office, and placing violets next to the computer can prevent radiation." Wen Yanshu put on a cold face, not wanting to continue the topic, "Let's eat."

The conversation ended here, Zheng Chengyan suppressed his laughter, and planned to go to work tomorrow to warn You Lin not to pass on the nonsense among the office staff below to him.

The temperature is getting colder, and the IDR elevator is a little crowded because the employees put on coats and thin downs one after another. Yulin, wearing silk stockings and stiletto heels, pokes in the CEO's office and reports on the day without trembling. Working arrangements.

Zheng Chengyan handed over the annotated advertising strategy: "Revise the planning team and submit it. After confirming that there is no problem, the customer department is ready to contact the person in charge of 'Stick Flavor' to communicate one by one."

"Okay." Yulin took the document, and a purple-white petal fell off.

She was reminded by the withering violet on the table: "Mr. Zheng, can I order a bunch of flowers for you?"

Zheng Chengyan twirled the petals and put them in the notebook that he carried with him during the meeting: "I'll order it in two days, what's the rush."

"Two days?" You Lin flicked through the notepad in her hand, "I remember that today is the second anniversary of you and Mr. Wen."

Amid the sound of paper rubbing fast, Zheng Chengyan leaned closer to the computer and glanced at the date on the bottom right of the screen, and finally switched to the same channel as the other party.

"It's today." Yulin said, "You don't need to be reminded of what you said last year. I thought you would remember it."

"I remember." Zheng Chengyan flicked off the flower stem, and said to himself, "I asked you to replace me with a new one in two days, and I want violets."

"Okay," You Lin wrote it down in the notebook, "Then can I order flowers for you today?"

Zheng Chengyan waved his hand: "No, I've already ordered it."

When You Lin closed the door and went out, Zheng Chengyan looked at the date again, and he did remember that he told his secretary last year that there was no need to remind him of this kind of date. He and Wen Yanshu didn't see much celebration in their eyes.

He took out the notebook that he didn’t use much after making the shopping list last time out of his bag, took off the cap of the pen and wrote on the second side—the wedding anniversary with Yanshu: 11.25, celebrated outside without Mocha, returned home Make it up to cat canned food.

On the way to the morning meeting, Zheng Chengyan asked You Lin to make a reservation at the Lunhe Restaurant at [-]:[-] p.m., and You Lin asked, "The hall or the private room?"

"Private room," Zheng Chengyan said, "only number 3016."

Because of this suddenly important day, the off-duty time became extremely far away, and even Zheng Chengyan, who had a rare meeting in the afternoon, did not delay, and raised his hand to announce the end of the meeting as soon as it arrived.

He took the documents and went back to the office to pack them. He didn't bother to put on his coat, and just sent the message before entering the elevator.

The moment the phone vibrated slightly, Wen Yanshu touched his hand, and Jiang Er immediately said: "Group leader Wen, can you stop for a while, I'll make a mark."

Wen Yanshu nodded, and put the information of the tasting meeting in front of the other party: "You write down the main process first, and I will give you an in-depth talk later."

When he was free, he grabbed the phone and unlocked it. Sure enough, the profile picture on the top was dotted with red dots. Zheng Chengyan asked him if he needed to work overtime tonight.

The top of the screen is the time. Wen Yanshu was busy all afternoon with his colleagues in the perfume team going to the event venue to check the details of tomorrow's tasting, and when he came back, he was bored in the fragrance room with Jiang Er, not noticing that it was already so late.

The rest of the work can't be postponed until tomorrow, Wen Yanshu replied: I have to work overtime, so I don't need to bring me a meal.

After posting, he felt that the full stop at the end seemed too emotionally stiff, and he didn’t download the emoticon package in his WeChat, so he picked a flower from the self-contained small emoticon and sent it. I have the impression that the leaders all like this. Zheng Chengyan, as the IDR, removed him. The most authoritative leader other than Dad should also like it.

Putting the mobile phone away, Wen Yanshu tapped Jiang Erlu's dial on the outside of his cuff: "I just started working overtime, are you tired?"

He wanted to say he was tired and give up early, but the newcomer stopped writing and raised his face and smiled at him: "Not tired, I like this job."

This kind of mentality is very similar to him back then, but he was far less relaxed when he was an apprentice in France than Jiang Er is now. He walked step by step, and no one ever asked him if he was tired.

Wen Yanshu got up and closed the window to avoid Jiang Er's smiling face, and said, "Let's go eat first, I'll treat you, and we will chat later while eating."