Olfactory failure

This day, because of Pei Yang's urgent call, Wen Yanshu left the house one step ahead of Zheng Chengyan.

I made an appointment with Zhiwei's project leader at [-] p.m. Zheng Chengyan didn't rush out and moved from the dining room to the living room, planning to get rid of the unread items in the mailbox first.

There was a French book on the sofa, with a notebook upside down beside it. Zheng Chengyan guessed that when Wen Yanshu was waiting for him to go home last night, he was sitting here reading a book and taking notes.

He closed the book and planned to put it together with the reading materials. He shook off a piece of paper during the movement, and the paper that was only folded in half floated to his lap, and then unfolded. It was Tomoka who ran upstairs The paper for Wen Yanshu to pass on the message.

Mocha has a keen sense of smell, so he came over when he sensed his own smell from the note. Zheng Chengyan blocked the face it stuck to, and said, "Why is he collecting this? You watched him put it in, why didn't you tell me?" explain?"

The cat's face in the palm of his hand rubbed, and Mocha, who was prevented from getting close to the note, turned around and brought him the notebook.

Zheng Chengyan remembered that Wen Yanshu often carried this book with him, and guessed that it was the recipe book of Wen Yanshu.

For a perfumer, the formula book is equivalent to a diary. It records the whole stage of the perfumer's mental journey from the emergence of inspiration to the completion of the design. Zheng Chengyan took the book from Mocha's mouth, opened a page at random The note clipped in.

He tried his best to restrain his desire to peep, but lost his hypocrisy the moment he saw his name by chance.

The date was the second day after attending the reception. Wen Yan wrote down "impulse, occupation, and desire", and it was "Zheng Chengyan, Zheng Chengyan, Zheng Chengyan" who gave him this experience.

There is a long list of simple or complex names of spices written below. Zheng Chengyan can't understand it, but he understands a small pattern in the corner - a tie with a clip on it.

He traced every handwriting with his eyes, and couldn't figure out how stupid Wen Yanshu was to secretly take him as inspiration for creation, and at the same time mistakenly think that it was just impulse.

From the tip of the iceberg alone, it is enough to discover that Wen Yanshu's inner world is much richer than the surface, but Zheng Chengyan stopped his deeper desire to spy at this time, and kept the book aside as it was.

It's boring to see the whole picture, he thinks it's more interesting to dig out all of Wen Yanshu himself.

Picking up the tablet to deal with a few unread emails, Zheng Chengyan looked at the time and went out. When he passed by the Lunhe restaurant, he turned his head and glanced. He forgot to ask Wen Yanshu if he was invited here again by Pei Yang.

In the Ginkgo Restaurant diagonally across the street from Lunhe Restaurant, not long after Wen Yanshu sat down, Pei Yang returned from making a phone call outside, and after sitting down, he wiped his hands with the hot towel provided by the restaurant: "What a fucking pest. "

Hearing that Yan Shu is close to ink is not black, he is still polite: "Drink water first."

Pei Yang drank half a cup and said, "The supplier is sick, and he said he doesn't want that kind of fabric, but he insisted on telling me that kind of fabric is better. Is it designed by him or me?"

In the past at McDonald's, they scolded the school for assigning too much homework, but now they complain about all kinds of unhappiness at work. Anyway, they are complaining about their bitterness. Wen Yanshu sits opposite Pei Yang, always listening quietly, and after listening, he will make a sentence or two. Opinion: "I thought you just said that love is pestering people."

"The nature is different, I still need to be so angry." Pei Yang looked at the time to place the order, raised his arm to stop a passing waiter, "Hey, help me to order the food, how long has it been. "

When the waiter rushed to remind him, Pei Yang said bluntly: "This dish came later than you, which is outrageous. By the way, did you stay up all night last night, why did you sleep through the morning?"

Wen Yanshu picked up the paper bag beside him and passed it over the table, cleverly cutting the topic: "The fireless aromatherapy you want."

The aromatherapy was ordered by Pei Yang from Wen Yanshu before the tasting, and he hurriedly took it without opening it to check: "Thank you, I'll treat you to this meal."

Pei Yang is not a leisurely and elegant person in the pursuit of life, he falls asleep when he is tired from work, and goes to the bar for a drink if something goes wrong. Wen Yanshu is very curious: "Why do you want aromatherapy?"

"I don't understand," Pei Yang said, "Put one next to the bed, it will be more romantic when working."

Wen Yanshu usually had to think about his work for a long time before going to bed, and his first reaction was that he was talking about working overtime: "What kind of mood do you need for designing?"

"Who wants to do design on the bed?" Pei Yang said, "Can't you do something else? So Yan Shu, you have too little experience in this field, and you can bear it better than a saint. You have time to find Chief Zheng to break the precepts. It takes a lot of effort to pull out the brain cells."

It was a sage's speech again, Wen Yanshu remembered Zheng Chengyan's confession, and remained silent.

In Pei Yang's eyes, this appearance was a silent objection. He hated iron and steel, "Can the two of you combine high-quality resources and make reasonable use of them? I think you want to suffocate Chief Zheng to death."

Wen Yanshu pressed his backhand uncomfortably on his tailbone, and asked without changing his expression, "How did he live before he got married?"

Pei Yang and Zheng Chengyan got to know each other when they were working together on a project, and it was inevitable that they would talk about romantic affairs while socializing. Pei Yang said: "It's the same as now, you should eat and sleep, and going to the bar won't delay your work. The files and data in the mobile phone make him more energetic than Yingying Yanyan walking around."

Wen Yanshu didn't hear enough, Pei Yang suddenly turned the conversation to him: "You too, you're not the same as him, I think you two are a perfect match, and a waste of money."

Wen Yanshu didn't come to listen to Pei Yang talk about cross talk for this dinner appointment, he smiled and said subtly: "It's not bad, it's not a waste."

Just when the food was on the table, Pei Yang realized something in the moment when the conversation was interrupted. Just now, he thought that the food was served slowly, but now it was fragrant, but he excitedly asked Wen Yanshu for confirmation through the curling smoke: "Fuck, Are you asleep?"

Wen Yanshu quickly looked around: "Hush your voice."

"When did it happen?" Pei Yang leaned his upper body forward, pressing both hands on the edge of the table, "What kind of trick did you play? How does it feel? He goes to the gym more often than to the bathroom, can you resist it?" , fuck, I can't imagine that!"

Wen Yanshu felt a little regretful, and poked a lion's head to gag him: "Then don't imagine it, so as not to torment your brain cells."

Pei Yang turned his head to avoid it, and took a bowl to catch the falling lion's head: "The content that needs to be imagined by tossing brain cells must be very fierce, it's really good, you guys."

"Not at all," Wen Yanshu buried his head in the food, "We only slept twice."

Pei Yang asked: "Have you ever thought about why there is a second time?"

Wen Yanshu went to the doctor purely in a hurry, but Pei Yang asked the right idea, and now it was his turn to put down his chopsticks: "At first I told him it was because of impulsiveness, and he was very angry."

Pei Yang struggled to speak just now, but now he eats with more relish than anyone else: "Chief Zheng is like a tiger with a smiling face, I have never seen him angry, you are really amazing."

Wen Yanshu caressed the raised pattern on the edge of the bowl: "Later, I thought I cared a little bit."

"That's why I like it." Pei Yang raised his face from the meal, "Yanshu, don't let your mother be..."

Used to swearing, Pei Yang paused and changed his words: "Don't let your mother distort your view of feelings, listen to me, if you care about it, you like it, and if you like it, you want to make a big fuss with him. This can also explain it. Why do you want to sleep a second time after sleeping with him once?"

He ignored Wen Yanshu's rare blushing, and he only wanted to preach and teach: "Just wait, the third time is on the way, and then you can treat it as impulsive drive, even if Chief Zheng is not angry, I will follow you." urgent."

Wen Yanshu was terrified when he heard it, and threw a lion's head into Pei Yang's bowl: "Eat."

A weekend covered by cloudy weather began to clear up on Monday morning. You Linlei stood in the chief office in a professional skirt and reported the new week's schedule, meeting themes, signing contracts, going out to negotiate, and so on.

Zheng Chengyan devoted himself to reviewing the report and listening to the report, and the rest of his thoughts were still devoted to the conversation with Wen Yanshu on Friday night. When You Lin stopped talking, he raised his head and asked, "What is the business trip?" When is it coming?"

"The [-]th of next month, which is next Monday." Yulin repeated this again, fearing that the boss would not be relieved, "I signed a project contract with Nice, France, plus exchanges and vacations, and went out for a total of six days , I have already booked the ticket for you."

Of course Zheng Chengyan remembered these things, but he was thinking about something else. He flipped through the calendar on the table, and the tenth day of next month was circled in red by him: "What about Yanshu's birthday?"

"Oh, that's right. In previous years, you worked overtime on this day, and all the restaurant seats I specially reserved for you were canceled by you without exception. This year, I learned a little bit smarter." Yulin smiled empathetically, " The [-]th has happened to be a working day these past few years, I guess you each have other arrangements by chance, but it doesn't matter, I will prepare gifts for Mr. Wen for you as usual, and Mr. Wen will understand."

The more he said the more outrageous, Zheng Chengyan stared at the newly replaced violets in the white porcelain vase in a daze, the business trip was a foregone conclusion, he thought for a moment, and said: "I just prepare the gift myself."

"Okay." You Lin crossed out the to-do items in the notepad, "Mr. Zheng, it's time to go to the meeting, and Zhiwei Ads will go live in 15 minutes."

At the same time, the marketing department and perfume department of Nafieli are also preparing to hold a data observation meeting for the first round of advertising of competing products. To design the perfume bottle.

Jiang Er looked at his watch, and he paid great attention to the concept of time when he first joined the job: "Group leader Wen, don't you want to go to the meeting room?"

"What's the rush?" Wen Yanshu continued the unfinished topic with his white coat in his pocket, "Packaging is the best marketing tool for perfume. Of course, the evaluation of a perfume depends on how much the perfumer can give it. Miracle. What level do you think your abilities have reached?"

Jiang Er smiled embarrassedly: "I haven't had a chance to try it yet."

Wen Yanshu's gaze finally moved away from the dazzling array of glass bottles: "Next Monday, I will go on a business trip to Grasse with me, and this will be your first assessment after joining the job."