Olfactory failure

He pretended to be drunk downstairs, and when he returned to his room, Zheng Chengyan returned to his unharmed expression, his eyes were clear, and he disappeared without a trace.

A few taels of liquor should not be underestimated. Alcohol accelerates blood flow in the body. Zheng Chengyan felt hot, took off his heavy sweater, and unbuttoned two shirt buttons, so that a small triangular area below the neck can be in contact with the air to feel comfortable. .

The door knocked, and the nanny brought over the bag he had left on the sofa in the living room, and Zheng Chengyan put it on the couch at the end of the bed, next to Wen Yanshu's bag.

Just as he was checking whether he had forgotten anything, the bathroom door lock suddenly slammed lightly. Zheng Chengyan raised his head and met Wen Yanshu's protruding gaze.

"Zheng Chengyan." Wen Yanshu shouted.

Zheng Chengyan walked over: "Don't tell me the water valve is broken again."

Wen Yanshu was busy carrying other things when he went out in the afternoon, and forgot to bring a change of clothes: "I have nothing to wear."

"I brought it for you." Zheng Chengyan held Wen Yanshu's wrist through an open door, "Come out and see if it fits."

Wen Yanshu held on to a long-sleeved shirt that he had changed before taking a bath to cover up, and only after confirming that the door was locked did he rest assured.

Zheng Chengyan sat on the couch at the end of the bed, led the person to him, took the clothes from Wen Yanshu's hands and set them aside: "If I haven't returned to the house, who do you ask to send you clothes? Mocha?"

Mocha was taken to the cat activity room by the nanny, and he probably didn't have time to think about them at the moment, Wen Yanshu watched Zheng Chengyan draw a pair of black underwear out of his self-styled storage bag, and said, "Then I'll come out by myself to meet you." Looking around in the cloakroom, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

"It's not interesting to go back and forth with Lao Zheng, and I want to come up to check for birthday presents." Zheng Chengyan bent slightly, stretched the ends of his underwear and sent them to Wen Yanshu's feet, "Lift your feet. "

Wen Yanshu supported Zheng Chengyan's shoulder: "I will do it myself."

Zheng Chengyan looked up at him, with a smile on his lips: "It's not like I've never been served before, don't I enjoy myself at home and in the office?"

How can it be the same in other places, Wen Yanshu has always put on a reserved air here.

The two sides were at a stalemate, Zheng Chengyan sighed: "Yan Shu, I will not bully you."

This sentence is always better than "Be good", Wen Yanshu raised his foot and said, "Who will believe you now."

Zheng Chengyan hooked the two thin straps of his underwear and lifted them up, and said with a smile, "Then you still believe it."

When Wen Yanshu noticed the strangeness, the underwear had already tightly wrapped his lower body, and it was no different from not wearing the jungle pants, and the gap left in the middle exposed what should be covered.

Wen Yanshu was ashamed, indignant and at a loss. He was used to gentleness on weekdays. The most rude and disrespectful behavior he ever did to Zheng Chengyan was pulling his tie. Right now, the other party's neck was empty without any decorations. His hands paused for a long time and finally just Caught on the back of Zheng Chengyan's neck: "Didn't I tell you to put it back?"

Zheng Chengyan was unreasonable: "After putting it back, what are you wearing today?"

Wen Yanshu scratched the opponent's back collar without any threat: "You are too beastly."

"If you are not used to it, go to the cloakroom and find a suitable one. If you don't mind, I will wear all of them." Zheng Chengyan left him a way out, and fished out the nightgown that was originally reserved for himself at the end of the bed. Yan Shu patted his thigh through the cold silk cloth on his waist, "I'll take a shower first, so as not to annoy you with the smell of alcohol."

When the bathroom door hit, Wen Yanshu took off the nightgown around his waist and wrapped it up. He looked down at his legs, turned his face away, straightened his hem, and tied the straps tighter.

Uncomfortable being bound by the underpants of a small size, Wen Yanshu carried her bag and moved to the head of the bed, tucking her legs into the bed.

He took out his laptop and put it on his lap, and first logged in to browse the frequently used work website, and noticed that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, so he logged out and clicked on the unsubtitled French movie that he had cached before.

Zheng Chengyan came out after wiping his hair, got on the bed with wet body and sat beside him: "What are you looking at?"

"Nine Lives." Wen Yanshu moved the place for him, and pressed the space bar to play.

This movie is a comedy jointly produced by China and France. The story starts with a Siberian forest cat possessed by the protagonist.

Wen Yanshu usually watches literary and suspense films, and he considers himself to be dull. Now when he sees humorous clips, he just smiles a little invisible. Unfortunately, Zheng Chengyan bumps into him and asks in a low voice: " like?"

"What do you like?" Wen Yanshu pressed the pause button and turned around.

The picture happened to freeze on the blue-eyed forest cat, and Zheng Chengyan raised his chin at the screen: "This cat."

Wen Yanshu has always only expressed his opinions on film and television characters and did not discuss whether he likes it or not: "It is very cute."

Zheng Chengyan asked: "Raise one?"

Wen Yanshu shook his head: "Mocha is enough."

Zheng Chengyan repeated: "Is Mocha enough?"

Wen Yanshu hugged the computer tightly, and was guided to what would happen next, but the two of them were not the only ones in this house, he had some concerns, so he could only remain silent.

Dimming the lights before going to bed does not necessarily create much atmosphere for watching a comedy, but it creates ambiguity between the eyes. When Wen Yanshu wanted to look away, it was too late. When his eyes darkened, Zheng Chengyan leaned over hit his lips.

The laptop slipped from the back to the side, Wen Yanshu bent his legs and tightened his legs, and pressed the hem of the clothes under the quilt with his left hand.

No matter how defensive the posture is, Zheng Chengyan raised his hand and lifted the quilt covering Wen Yanshu's lower body: "Did you change your pants?"

Wen Yanshu's nostrils still had the scent of white tea from Zheng Chengyan's shower gel. He put his hands on his knees and said, "You can check it."

As soon as the back of his hand warmed up, Zheng Chengyan covered him, and then led him to open his knees.

The field pants are really convenient, but because of this, Wen Yanshu is more sensitive than before. His breathing is all stuffed into the pillow by himself. Another reason why he can't hear it clearly is that the fireworks in the distance are thumping. It sounds like a heartbeat that doesn't stop.

Concerned that his family members were all downstairs, Zheng Chengyan didn't do it too hard, leaned on Wen Yanshu's back, held his face and kissed him for a while, and asked softly, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Wen Yanshu was still slowing down, lying on the pillow, closed his eyes and opened them again. A window away, the fireworks in the night sky outside the terrace rose and exploded, and then fell into his eyes.

Zheng Chengyan could see that Wen Yanshu was a little sleepy. He stroked the other person's back, but he didn't really insist on asking for a gift. Take a shower, and I'll get you a wet towel to wipe it off later."

Just about to get up, Wen Yanshu suddenly grabbed his wrist that was propped on the bed: "I want to watch the fireworks."

Zheng Chengyan glanced out of the window, and looked away in an instant: "Can you get up?"

"The legs are not useless, and there is no need to kneel." Wen Yanshu pushed him, "You go out first, and I will turn off the computer."

Zheng Chengyan pulled a coat over Wen Yanshu's back, got up and left the bed first, and grabbed the soft cushion at the end of the bed before leaving, intending to put it on the swing chair in the open air to make Wen Yanshu sit more comfortably.

When the floor-to-ceiling windows were pushed and closed, a cool breeze poured in, and the strange smell mixed with the scent of white tea in the room was washed away a little. , took out the recipe book.

The cotton mop didn't make much noise when it stepped on the wooden floor, but the sound of Wen Yanshu pushing open the French window still made Zheng Chengyan turn his head, only a few steps away, Zheng Chengyan still started to lead him over.

The swing chair swayed slightly, and the seat was obviously spacious enough, and the two of them insisted on keeping their shoulders and arms close together, just like this, they could resist the biting cold outside.

"Inspiration came again?" Zheng Chengyan looked down at the recipe book that Wen Yanshu was clutching.

Wen Yanshu didn't take a pen, and no amount of inspiration could be recorded at this moment, so he didn't open the book, looked at the fireworks in the distance and asked, "Why haven't you smelled the incense I gave you recently?"

Zheng Chengyan didn't say clearly that he was reluctant to part with it, but he conveyed his true thoughts inside and out: "I'm afraid I'll become addicted to wearing it, and I'll have to run naked on the day of the press conference."

The words came out of Zheng Chengyan's mouth a little funny, Wen Yanshu was taken aback for a moment, his eyes stopped on Zheng Chengyan's face, and he began to smile, as if he was happier than when he was watching a comedy movie just now.

"I remembered that before the last tasting meeting, you asked me if I had a family coupon." Wen Yanshu crossed his legs, "Did you really want to watch that time, or was it just for fun?"

Zheng Chengyan was still a little annoyed when he remembered that time: "I really want to watch it, but you said that the seats were sold out, which made me spend time at work to watch the replay of the live broadcast intermittently."

Wen Yanshu didn't know this happened: "Then do you want me to sign your name as compensation?"

"I've stamped you so many times, why don't you sign it for me?" Zheng Chengyan said, "Pei Yang can still get a set of aromatherapy from you."

Pei Yang's title of Big Loudspeaker was really correct. Wen Yanshu picked at the spine of the recipe book and argued: "Pei Yang asked for aromatherapy to spice up the night life, he is not serious."

Zheng Chengyan didn't expect that one day he would still be jealous of his good friend. He swayed on the armrest of the swing chair: "I haven't seen you praise me for being serious."

Wen Yanshu couldn't sit still, the swing chair was swayed too much, he moved towards Zheng Chengyan: "The fragrance of that perfume lasts for about 10 minutes."

Zheng Chengyan wore it twice: "The top note is a bit weak."

"The middle tone will be stronger." Wen Yanshu raised his head in his arms, "Before you make love with me next time, wear it once. After the foreplay is over, you can feel the feeling that the middle tone brings to you."

The fireworks were so gorgeous that no one took a closer look at them. Zheng Chengyan looked away, vaguely feeling that Wen Yanshu was opening the back door for him again: "How do you say it?"

Wen Yanshu smacked the heated formula Ben on Zheng Chengyan's heart, and said, "Find the answer by yourself."

Just as Zheng Chengyan was reading the meaning of Wen Yanshu's words in a daze, Wen Yanshu untied the strap of the nightgown around his waist, tied a bow around the formula book and handed it to Zheng Chengyan: "This book just happened to be from me. I will start using it after I marry you."

"We may have missed a lot in the past two years, and I can't remember all the details to share with you, but if you open it when you are free, it will tell you everything."

Zheng Chengyan pressed the correct bow on the formula book, as if restraining the urgency in his heart: "What about the story after that?"

"Of course it's up to me to say it myself." Wen Yanshu walked out of a not-so-perfect family, eager to learn to create romance for himself through fragrance, and wondered if the people around him could feel it right now, "Zheng Cheng Yan, happy birthday."