Olfactory failure

Taking a detour to send Wen Yanshu to the Nafeli headquarters, Zheng Chengyan stepped into the company lobby 10 to [-] minutes later than the stipulated working time.

He felt at ease when he was late, and while eating breakfast, he listened to his secretary, You Lin, report on this week's work schedule. After taking a sip of coffee, he interrupted: "Advance the afternoon training meeting by half an hour."

After sitting in this position for several years, he is well aware of his urgency, and he refuses to adjourn the meeting unless the details of the content are extended to after get off work hours, but today he is going to accept Wen Yanshu, and he does not plan to work overtime.

After Yu Lin finished reporting, she closed the notepad, took out an invitation letter and handed it to Zheng Chengyan: "By the way, the newly established Xihe Entertainment held a reception at the International Hotel on Baitang Street, and IDR is also on the invitation list."

The CEO of IDR was busy eating rock cheese and didn't have time to read the invitation letter. This kind of reception was nothing more than to expand communication and increase the popularity of his own young artist.Holding the breakfast paper bag in one hand and a pen in the other, he quickly and briefly wrote down the outline of the meeting to be used later, and asked, "Which other companies have you invited?"

A dedicated secretary knows how to anticipate the questions that her boss will ask in advance, and Yu Lin understood clearly within 10 minutes after receiving the invitation letter on behalf of the company: "Several well-known magazines including Feiyue, the Baiyue brand that has cooperated with IDR, Persistence in cooperation..."

She listed all the lists one by one, knowing that her boss didn't really listen carefully, so she mentioned the key point in a timely manner when the other party finished breakfast: "There is also the Nafiri Group."

Zheng Chengyan finally reacted, and with a swipe of the pen tip, the Arabic numeral 5 evoked a ostentatious arc: "Put this in front, and you won't have to stand on high heels for so long."

You Lin also saw the chic pen and ink written by the other party: "Press the axis, let you clear your mood."

"What's the point, you still have to smile to deal with socializing? Isn't it more tiring to hold up a professional smirk after training people at the meeting that day?" Zheng Chengyan turned the page of his notepad and continued writing, "However, with acquaintances as company, is it possible? It’s more than twice as easy.”

Hearing that the boss wrote something with a calm face and could still rhyme, You Lin couldn't hold back her laughter. Zheng Chengyan didn't like to teach others when he was in a good mood, so he put the cap on his pen and said: "Don't laugh, planning department Waiting with the creative department will be punished, and the meeting will be held on time after 15 minutes of notification, so that they can hurry up if they haven't finished their breakfast."

The two planning documents that were approved on the weekend had a lot of work to be done. Standing in front of the projection, Zheng Chengyan first praised the good work in a gentle voice, and then pointed out the sloppy ones in a deep voice: "Advertising should not forget the basic impression while pursuing creativity. A two-pronged approach is required to stimulate the desire to buy, is it enough for you to package it brightly, who will buy it if you don’t create a sense of experience?”

The current domestic perfume brands are not as popular as the international ones. There are no less than ten competing products in the same period. It is not easy to stand out. Zheng Chengyan talked about theories, cases, and suggestions for two hours. Dry tongue.

Yulin helped him change a cup of coffee and went out again. He sank into the leather chair, only the word "impression" remained in his mind.

What he thought had nothing to do with the content of the meeting, but last Saturday, Wen Yanshu told him with his damp hair that he was not that kind of person.

Only then did he suddenly realize that in Wen Yanshu's eyes, he was probably not just a cold, fixed form of contracted marriage instrumentalist, he left an established or changing impression in the other party's heart, but he was surprised and forgot Ask "Then who do you think I am?"

There were a lot of documents on the table waiting to be processed. Zheng Chengyan had just finished a two-hour meeting and just wanted to do some chores other than work to relax his mind, so he took down the invitation letter that the secretary had placed on top of the documents.

The invitation letter of the same style was sent to Wen Yanshu's independent fragrance room by the director of Nafieli Perfume Department. Wen Yanshu put down the experimental bottle and took it, asking: "Is the company only sending me there?"

"What the company means is that the organizer of the reception invited several perfume brands at the same time, and it just happened to be a chance to communicate with other perfumers." Seven o'clock on Friday night.

Originally planned to go home on Friday and continue preparing for the tasting meeting, but now it seems that it can only be postponed, Wen Yanshu closed the card, and once again cast his eyes on the formula book spread out on the table, the formula crossed out with a black line Data means that he has denied his ideas time and time again.

This situation has been going on since last week. The director repeatedly praised the fragrance prepared after modifying the fragrance combination many times, and suggested that he apply for Nafieli's Valentine's Day theme perfume next year, but he insisted on rejecting it. Because decided there was something missing in this recipe.

It wasn't until last night that I stayed up all night to rewatch the movie, and watched the protagonist concoct a perfume that could make everyone in the world fascinated, but finally chose to die with his own fragrance, he finally understood that he lacked love. The experience of love and lust.

And how can a perfume that does not penetrate love deserve to be a lover's crown.

Just like last night, Wen Yanshu chose to put aside his work before his depleted inspiration was filled with water. This time, instead of watching dramas, he clicked on the romance movies cached on the tablet.

Watching movies can pass the time, Wen Yanshu didn't even notice that the sun was approaching, the phone was vibrating in his pocket, he took off the earphones to answer the call, and Zheng Chengyan's voice came from inside: "Yanshu, are you off work?"

Wen Yanshu raised his wrist and glanced at the dial, it was already past the off-duty time: "Just about to leave."

There was a flurry of whistles from the other end, and Zheng Chengyan's calm voice was vague: "No hurry, I'm still on my way."

Wen Yanshu heard something else: "Are you coming to pick me up?"

"Otherwise?" Zheng Chengyan said.

When they parted in the morning, they didn't agree to come to pick them up. Wen Yanshu originally planned to take a taxi, but Zheng Chengyan unilaterally established a tacit understanding and pulled him to participate.

Wen Yanshu's concept does not allow others to wait for him for too long, but he has not done all the miscellaneous work before leaving work, so when he got up, he tripped over the leg of the chair impatiently, and the ear-piercing sound made Zheng Chengyan The other side of the phone persuaded: "You move slowly, the road is blocked on my side, not so fast."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yanshu quickly turned off the tablet, stuffed it together with the recipe book into his bag, and after clearing the table, he went into the bathroom to wash his hands as usual, thinking about going to the supermarket to prepare two new bottles when he was free.

The evening wind blowing in disturbed the scent of the fragrance in the room, and stimulated the brain to have strange thoughts. Wen Yanshu suddenly remembered Zheng Chengyan's lie when he came to pick him up last time. Although he knew that the chance of repeating it was uncertain, he still In order to prove it, he poked his head out of the window.

As if to confirm his guess, the black Bentley he was familiar with turned off and parked downstairs, the car body reflected the lights of the city, I don't know if it was reflected in his eyes at this time.

In the gap between the cool wind blowing, the street full of high-decibel noise, and the swaying tree shadows on the sidewalk, a wisp of breath flowed through Wen Yanshu's brain nerves, and disappeared so fast that he couldn't catch it.

But it is very puzzling, the scents he is familiar with are recognized by his sensitive sense of smell, how could there be a reaction in the body this time?

Until he got into the car, Wen Yanshu still couldn't figure out what kind of fragrance formula to use to adjust the smell that passed by just now, so that he was forced to give up repeatedly trying to take out the formula to update the formula.

His legs sank, and Zheng Chengyan stuffed him another box of pastries. The carton was leaking. Unlike the daze he was a few minutes ago, Wen Yanshu quickly recognized the smell of strawberry jam.

"Are you going to pick up the kids from school?" Wen Yanshu opened the box, "Every time I come here, I specially prepare something to eat."

"Because I want to eat it myself." Zheng Chengyan turned his head to look, and he was picking out jam again. It turned out that he didn't just hate the taste of blueberries.

In a few words, the jam had been cleaned up, Wen Yanshu was slightly startled with a fork in his mouth, turned his face and asked, "Half of this is yours?"

In fact, Zheng Chengyan ate it on the way here, but he is a bad guy. He saw Wen Yanshu's rare expression of bewilderment in the rearview mirror and wanted to tease him: "If you are hungry, you can eat it all. It's okay." Son."

Wen Yanshu held his fork and lowered his head in thought, digging out a corner of the cake after a while: "Do you mind if I suck it?"

Zheng Chengyan stared at the road conditions without turning his head: "What?"

Wen Yanshu didn't think of anything else: "Fork."

Zheng Chengyan put his right hand, which was resting on his lap, on the steering wheel: "I don't mind."

So Wen Yanshu confidently handed him the fork poking the cake, Zheng Chengyan glanced at it, and said with a sullen smile, "I can't spare it, can you feed me?"

The night made his profile soft, and it might be because the sharpness of the facial lines was diluted by the faint smile, Wen Yanshu seemed to sense the approach of that strange breath again.

Scratching the edge of the fork with his nails, as if bewitched by the breath, he fed the corner cake into Zheng Chengyan's mouth.