Olfactory failure

Wen Yanshu wrote those two words in his head last night, closed his eyes and fell asleep on the plane the next day, and regretted it when he recalled it. What is wrong with writing, it must be so conspicuous in the notebook that Zheng Chengyan carries What should I do if I am accidentally seen by an IDR employee? What will I think?

The weather was fine enough, but Wen Yanshu frowned. When he was about to fall into a light dream, he suddenly felt his lower back soften. He opened his eyes and saw Zheng Chengyan folded the suit jacket he took off and put it on his lower back and the back of the chair. between.

"Is it uncomfortable to sleep?" Zheng Chengyan pulled back his hand and rubbed Wen Yanshu's waist, "I shouldn't have coaxed you to ride up last night."

The demand for Wen Yanshu is not so strong, and they are all guided step by step by Zheng Chengyan. If I hadn’t had a sudden inspiration in the middle of the ride last night and insisted on running out of bed to add a spice to the middle note, I would not have been followed by Zheng Chengyan. Cheng Yan tossed so badly.

After all the calculations, today's back pain can be blamed on the posture. The root cause is that the person in front of me is too aggressive.

After the sleepiness was broken up, it was not so easy to gather together. Wen Yanshu closed his eyes for a while, complained and thought a lot, then opened his eyes again, and looked at Zheng Chengyan's right hand that was resting on the armrest.

He lightly traced the lines on the wedding ring on the other party's ring finger with his fingers. Zheng Chengyan was not asleep at all, and clasped his hand with his wrist, opened his eyelids and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yanshu glanced back through the gap between the seats. Jiang Er in the back row was dozing on the U-shaped pillow with a blindfold on. He turned back and said, "Sometimes I can't concentrate on the bed."

Zheng Chengyan asked: "Are you implying that I will be tougher next time?"

Wen Yanshu tugged at Zheng Chengyan's fingers to prevent him from disturbing his thinking. After all, the other party is good at single-minded and dual-purpose. He can also learn French by himself while passing the course exams, and he has to focus on the same thing so as not to be distracted: "For me, making love is not only about enjoying and indulging, but also about finding creative inspiration from it, although this idea is very despicable—"

"Where is it despicable?" Zheng Chengyan couldn't help interrupting him again, "Yan Shu, don't regard your slightly different behavior from others as a wrong classification."

Wen Yanshu suddenly thought of Pei Yang's persuasion not to be distorted by his mother's view of feelings. At this moment, Zheng Chengyan was also correcting his thoughts. He flattened his palm and let the other's slender five fingers intertwine between his own: " I lacked inspiration some time ago, because I hadn’t experienced some things, so I made love to you with the mentality of looking for inspiration at first.”

People who have studied in France probably have been influenced by romance in their thinking, and they are not at all vulgar when talking about this kind of vocabulary. Zheng Chengyan likes to see Yanshu put on a serious face and say some words that are contrary to it. He asked : "Then you won't have sex with me after you find enough inspiration?"

Wen Yanshu was slightly taken aback, he had hooked up with Zheng Chengyan for the third and fourth times, and also proved that Pei Yang's words were crude but reasonable, how could he be so stupid as to think he would have sex with Zheng Chengyan? Purely for inspiration: "Nope."

"Then you weren't admitting your mistake just now, were you?"

This time Wen Yanshu didn't say a word, Zheng Chengyan knew what was going on, he was funny and distressed, he didn't tell the other party how happy he was when he saw his name written repeatedly in the recipe book, how could he become a Wen Yanshu for himself? Yanshu's story is full of color and anger: "You can tell me what you want to experience in the future, and we will do it together. If I say it, I won't bother you."

Wen Yanshu nodded, and he had no intention of admiring the clouds floating outside the porthole, because Zheng Chengyan had seen everything in his eyes.

The fingers rubbed between the palms were covered with thin calluses, which were left by Zheng Chengyan when he made the perfume bottle for him that day. Wen Yanshu rubbed them and said, "Boyfriend, I want to eat the crayfish you peeled."

Zheng Chengyan didn't get the intimate title that he never dreamed of, and he was downgraded after receiving the certificate for more than two years. He was going to die of anger.

It was already noon the next day when we returned to China. It was the first time we returned from a business trip. Both sides felt strange when they each dragged a suitcase and parked in front of the house.

Zheng Chengyan took out the key to open the door, and said, "Guess who Mocha will attack first."

Wen Yanshu looked at the bag of crayfish in Zheng Chengyan's hand, and said, "Go ahead, you carry the food with you."

As a result, when he entered the house, there was no sign of Mocha. Wen Yanshu went upstairs and returned to his room, only to find Mocha sleeping on his bay window.

He squatted down and blew on the cat's ears, but without waking it up, he covered Mocha's head with his hands and rubbed it twice.

The suitcase was spread out beside the bed, and Wen Yanshu didn't tidy up the clothes or work materials, but first took out the perfume bottle covered in the dark and put it in the bedside table.

As soon as it was put away, Zheng Chengyan took the clean white ribbon and brought it over to him. Wen Yanshu had more and more problems. Before seeing the tie clip, he felt chest pain, but now when he saw this ribbon, his lower abdomen became sore: "Why don't you just throw it away?"

"It's a waste to throw one thing away." Zheng Chengyan looked over his shoulder and saw Mocha on the bay window, "It really ran into your house? It used to run around while I was not at home, rolling on my bed. Now I can't even find its hair on my pillow."

Wen Yanshu casually put the streamer on the couch at the end of the bed: "It's because Aunt Li washed the pillow towel and bed sheet for you."

"Really," Zheng Chengyan leaned against the door and watched Wen Yanshu pack his luggage, "Then my bed is cleaned up, do you want to move it here tonight?"

Only then did Wen Yanshu realize that Zheng Chengyan had set him up again, he stopped his movements, he was holding back for some reason: "I recognize the bed, I guess I ran back to this room in the middle of the night."

Zheng Chengyan was very straightforward: "Then drive Mocha out, and I will move it here."

Wen Yanshu couldn't bear to think about how embarrassing he was when he almost missed the flight yesterday morning. Fortunately, Jiang Er also overslept, otherwise he would not be able to hold up his face in front of his disciples: "I don't want to be late for work every day."

It turned out that it was because of this, Zheng Chengyan said helplessly: "What do you think of me?"

The room was silent for a moment, and there were a few pieces of clothes piled up at the end of the bed that were about to be thrown into the washing machine. Wen Yanshu closed the zipper of the emptied suitcase, then got up and walked to Zheng Chengyan.

Just like every time Caifeng gently touches the plant under observation, Wen Yanshu stretches out his finger to swipe on Zheng Chengyan's forearm crossed across his chest, and imitates the other party's secret signal: "Open the door."

Those arms loosened, Wen Yanshu put his arms around Zheng Chengyan's waist before he could ask a question, and rested his chin on the other's shoulder, as if talking like this could easily avoid the stare with Zheng Chengyan, You don't have to see the other person being rejected by you, but you still have to pretend to be magnanimous: "I have been used to sleeping alone all these years, and it will be difficult to adapt to a sudden change of habits. Give me some time."

Zheng Chengyan is not as magnanimous as he thought, but he is not so unkind. After all, there are very few opportunities for Wen Yanshu to take the initiative to throw himself into his arms. He is a little soft-hearted: "I will give you two days."

He originally intended to give Wen Yanshu two days to think about it, but Wen Yanshu misunderstood completely, loosened his arms around his waist, picked up the clothes at the end of the bed and threw them into the washing machine: "Then I will come to your place in two days on weekends." sleep on the side."

Zheng Chengyan could think about it, turned his body to let Wen Yanshu go out, and then followed him towards the balcony: "What if I miss you?"

"We're not in a different place." Wen Yanshu lifted the lid of the washing machine to look inside, "Do you have any clothes to wash, and there are still seats available."

Zheng Chengyan didn't finish the conversation, hooked Wen Yanshu's belt and pulled the man into his arms. He didn't hug her enough just now: "What if I want to hug you like I am now?"

Now that Wen Yanshu recalled Zheng Chengyan's restraint and politeness back then, it seemed like he was dreaming: "The door of my room is never locked."

After getting the exact answer, Zheng Chengyan was finally willing to let go of Wen Yanshu: "After taking a shower, come down and eat crayfish, and I will peel the shells for you."

Zheng Chengyan was verbally pressing, but actually spent two days on the weekend in the study, with a pile of unread mailboxes accumulated, his eyeballs were sore from wearing anti-blue light glasses, and the coffee in the mug was empty and refilled. I vaguely felt something was wrong while I was busy.

Turning off the computer in the early hours of the morning, Zheng Chengyan took the cup to the kitchen to wash, and the whole journey was silent, and finally realized what was wrong - working overtime at home today, the Mocha was not spinning around his feet.

He turned off the light on the first floor, borrowed the weak light from the ground lamp, and went back to his room, only to find that Mocha was curled up comfortably on his bed, and Wen Yanshu kept his promise to sleep in his room. The rolled cuffs exposed a slender forearm, which was draped over Mocha.

Half of the bed was left empty, and Zheng Chengyan looked at Wen Yanshu's sleeping profile for a long time under the dim light of the wall lamp, and he didn't turn it off until Mocha's tail brushed Wen Yanshu's bare calf unconsciously in his sleep. Deng, lay on the bed and hugged Wen Yanshu's waist from behind.

Zheng Chengyan didn't return to the company for a whole week even on business trips and vacations. The piles of pending documents piled up on his desk when he went to work on Monday were simply appalling. Compared with the emails he processed on weekends, they were nothing.

You Lin dutifully planned his work schedule for the next week from rush to slow. Zheng Chengyan listened while eating breakfast, turned on the computer, and picked up the notebook to pick the withered petals on the desktop.

This is a disadvantage of growing flowers on the desk, but if you don’t grow them, you can’t bear it. Even now, you can’t tell whether it’s for the flowers or for the eyes.

Seeing this, Yu Lin immediately said, "I'll ask auntie to come over and clean it up for you later."

"Come over again during the morning meeting, don't worry." Zheng Chengyan raised his eyes, and the computer intelligently displayed the weather forecast after turning on, "Is it raining today?"

Yulin said: "Yes, it will rain at seven o'clock in the evening, and it will stop around ten o'clock, so I helped you arrange the work to that time, and the rain will stop just so you can get off work."

Zheng Chengyan was at a loss as to whether he could hold Wen Yanshu again this week.

Yulin said: "I just sent you the work plan, please remember to read it."

After the report, You Lin made a harmless joke: "Mr. Zheng just changed his avatar, which makes it easier for me to find it."

Zheng Chengyan finally had a delicious breakfast: "Is it good looking?"

Yulin said: "To be honest, it's so dark that I can't see anything clearly."

"Later, open it up and take a big look." Zheng Chengyan opened the notebook with one hand, and the title page came into view first. He took a deep breath, and his expression immediately became serious.

The documents on the table were piled high, and from Yulin's angle, I could only see the change in the boss's face, and said worriedly, "Mr. Zheng, what's wrong?"

Zheng Chengyan's fingertips rubbed against the two extra small characters on the title page: "You go out first, let me calm down."

Yu Lin left in response, beginning to regret whether she had said something wrong, and the boss was considering whether to fire her.