Olfactory failure

The days of good weather changed on the afternoon of Friday. The city was drenched by the sudden rain, and the cold wind coming in from the window could feel the invasion of cold air.

Wen Yanshu closed the computer and went to the printing room to bind the paper materials of the tasting meeting spit out into a book. The work was done properly, and he could go back to have dinner with Zheng Chengyan tomorrow.

I didn't notice for a while, the floor under the window of the fragrance room was splashed with rainwater, and the sticky smell was mixed with various aromas in the room, which made people feel very uncomfortable. Wen Yanshu closed the window, took the The mop wiped the floor.

After cleaning and washing his hands, he pressed the pump head hard a few times, and threw the finally used up bottle of hand sanitizer into the wastebasket by his feet, planning to remember to bring the newly bought one with him to work next week.

Thinking of going to the supermarket, it is inevitable to think of the unnutritious conversation between him and Zheng Chengyan. Wen Yanshu rubbed his foam and lowered his head and smiled, thinking that he who can entertain himself with this conversation is also quite nutritious.

It was still early before the off-duty time, and Wen Yanshu left early with his bag in hand. It was common for the perfumer to go out to collect folk songs. He did not attract suspicious looks all the way down from the [-]th floor.

In this kind of weather, who would not want to gather wind, go for a drive while listening to wild goose books, hold the steering wheel and drive unhappily on the road, feel the breath of autumn rain through a narrow window, and conceive which spices to use in the middle note to convey what kind of information.

When he got home, the rain had just stopped, and Wen Yanshu received a call from Zheng Chengyan before he could form a train of thought. While answering, he took out his key to open the door, and said "not busy" before the other party asked if he was bothering him.

Before it was time to get off work, Zheng Chengyan went straight to the business: "I need to meet with a partner temporarily, and the off-duty time may be delayed. Do you have to go home and take a shower first?"

"Hmm." Wen Yanshu put the key into the small metal plate, feeling the crisp collision sound overwhelmed his own answer, and replied again with a more nasal voice.

"If it's too late, I won't go home. I'll just go there. Do you want to go first or..." Zheng Chengyan stopped talking, and was silent for a while to make sure he heard right, "Are you going home? I heard Mocha calling."

"Just got home." Wen Yanshu looked at the cat fur stained on his cuffs, and tapped Mocha's forehead lightly, "Where did you meet with the partner?"

"It's in the company. I guess I've already reached the reception room. I'm about to go down."

"I'll go pick you up right after I take a shower." Wen Yanshu refills Mocha with his phone between his hands, "Is parking prohibited downstairs in your company?"

Zheng Chengyan had already brought the documents to the door of the office. Hearing this, he turned back to the desk, and after looking around the desktop, he cleared a bunch of folders to make room: "Why don't you come up to my office and wait? Help me by the way." Bring something."

Wen Yanshu thought that the other party wanted decorations such as collar clips and pocket squares, so he agreed without thinking too much, but Zheng Chengyan said: "The flowers on my table are wilted, can you buy me a new one?"

The state of the green plants on the table can affect people's mood at work. Wen Yanshu heard this from colleagues in other departments of the company. He had no objection and asked, "What flowers do you want?"

Zheng Chengyan had to rush to the reception room, and said, "Anything is fine."

After the call was over, he opened the door and walked out quickly, passed the secretary's desk, paused, knocked on the edge of the other's desk and said, "Yulin, didn't I tell you to dispose of a gold and white porcelain vase last time? Are you there?"

Yulin raised her head: "Where is it in the utility room, do you need it?"

"Find it out, wipe it clean and put it on my table." Zheng Chengyan was about to leave after leaving this sentence, and then turned around and added, "By the way, my family will arrive around 05:30, you give him Prepare some tea, don't make it too strong."

Zheng Chengyan's estimate of 05:30 is still a little too early. Wen Yanshu just pulled over at the entrance of the flower shop, and when he slammed the door, his sleeves moved up, revealing the starry sky blue dial on his wrist, cool tones It makes the skin very white.

A large part of the natural raw materials of the essence are extracted from plants. Wen Yanshu learned about the effects of various plants when he was studying. He stood in front of the flower stand and weighed it, then pointed to the Yunnan violets beside him and said, "Please wrap a bunch of this for me." .”

"Who are you giving it to?" the proprietress asked.

Wen Yanshu didn't blink: "My husband."

"Oh, then I'll add some gorgeous ones for you!" The proprietress was about to reach into the bucket of roses, but was stopped by Wen Yanshu's voice: "Put it in the office, it's better to be more elegant."

I don't know how big Zheng Chengyan's bottle is, it's inappropriate to buy too little, Wen Yanshu paid for the proprietress to tie up a big one, and it looks a bit crowded when it's placed in the passenger seat.

On cloudy and rainy days, the roads are always more congested than usual. When Wen Yanshu arrived at the IDR just in time for people to get off work, people were coming and going at the gate of the company. He was holding a large bouquet of flowers, which was particularly eye-catching.

He was not familiar with the floor when he came here for the first time, so he went straight to the front desk to inquire, and immediately a long-haired woman in a professional dress walked up to the small sofa in the corner, her stiletto heels knocking on the marble floor sounded very neat: "It's Mr. Wen Is it? Miscalculation, Mr. Zheng said that his family is coming, I thought it was the second elder.”

The marriage of the two was not widely announced back then, Wen Yanshu was a little surprised: "You know me?"

Yu Lin pressed down on the elevator floor, glanced at the ring on the other party's ring finger and said with a smile: "I know, I have a general understanding of Mr. Zheng's family information, so that I can prepare gifts for every important festival according to my preferences."

Wen Yanshu thought of the set of pens he often brought with him when he went out to collect music and a pair of red sandalwood racks on the incense table for placing expensive spices, and nodded in agreement: "Thank you."

"It's a small matter, it's because Mr. Zheng knows you a lot, so I can listen to your order." You Lin led him to the [-]th floor, "What's more, your work is appreciated by so many people. Also used frequently."

When Zheng Chengyan arrived at his office, You Lin brought him tea and snacks, and closed the door for him when he left.

Different from the occasional noise in the lobby on the first floor, this place is quiet and comfortable. Wen Yanshu chewed slowly and finished the snack that Youlin prepared for him. This time, there was finally no jam.

When he was bored, Wen Yanshu liked to let his gaze wander around. The floor-to-ceiling glass blended the night view of the city with the interior layout. He felt that the bright and dark lights smelled like ink.

His eyes were glued to a certain place on the glass, and when he got closer, Wen Yanshu saw the white porcelain bottle on the desk.

The white porcelain bottle and the dark brown desk look very incompatible. I don’t know how Zheng Chengyan’s soft decoration aesthetics at home have changed here. The flower on this bottle is probably even more incompatible with the style of the office.

Wen Yanshu roughly measured the circumference of the bottom of the bottle, and took out a dozen or so violets, folded them appropriately and inserted them.

Once the mind is idle, it will run endlessly. Wen Yanshu thought of the "alternative declaration" mentioned by the secretary just now. It was a design completed within two days after he and Zheng Chengyan got married. Only the tail tune will feel light and joyful. He thought that not many people would like it.

Recalling that he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of pushing the door, Zheng Chengyan came back holding the document: "Yan Shu."

"Finished?" Wen Yanshu arranged the vase and looked down at his dirty hands.

"I just sent people to the car." Zheng Chengyan noticed the flash of disgust in Wen Yanshu's eyes, knowing that the other party had committed a cleanliness again, "Go and wash your hands, the bathroom is over there. Why don't you let Yu Lin to get it?"

"It's not good to delay her off-duty time." Wen Yanshu went to the bathroom, Zheng Chengyan gathered up the scattered flowers and branches around the bottle and threw them away. There was still a large bouquet of flowers on the coffee table that was useless, so he decided to bring them back to the bathroom. Every vase in the house is changed.

After finishing all this, the sound of water flowing in the bathroom continued, Zheng Chengyan squeezed in to check the situation, just in time to bump into Wen Yanshu's hand reaching for the hand sanitizer but unable to withdraw it.

"Mistake," Zheng Chengyan said, "next time you go to the supermarket, buy a bottle of fragrance-free hand sanitizer and put it here."

"It's fine, I don't come here often." Wen Yanshu rubbed his fingers meticulously, the space in front of the washstand was limited, so he turned sideways to give way, "Do you want to wash?"

Zheng Chengyan dipped in some water and rubbed it into foam, and the silver light shone under the lamp as he moved. It was the ring that the two were very close to.

Bentley was left out in the underground parking lot by Zheng Chengyan. He walked out of the elevator with the rest of Violet and Wen Yanshu side by side. When he met the subordinates who greeted him in the lobby, he smiled and nodded. He was more amiable than ever.

The organizer of the reception did not lock the entry and exit time. At 07:30, when the two presented their invitation letters, they met many guests who were also late.

This kind of banquet is relatively free, and basically some well-known corporate representatives will automatically come up to chat soon after they arrive.Zheng Chengyan had just brought a small plate of appetizers, and when he looked up, he saw an acquaintance walking towards him. It was a curly-haired lady of a similar age.

Wen Yanshu didn't know the identity of the other party, but when the other party approached, he guessed that the lady had the smell of the new season's fragrance.

"Mr. Zheng, we meet again."

The other party generously stretched out his right hand, and Wen Yanshu tacitly took away the plate in Zheng Chengyan's hand. He was able to hold the fingertips of the person opposite him with a free hand, and quickly let go: "Hello, Director Zhang."

"Is this Mr. Wen Yanshu? I've heard of you for a long time." Director Zhang swiped their ring fingers back and forth, "You are..."

"I've been married for two years." Zheng Chengyan said frankly.

Wen Yanshu nodded and smiled at her, raised the plate and cutlery in his hands to show that it was inconvenient to shake hands, then lightly touched Zheng Chengyan's arm with his elbow, and when his husband also turned to look at him, he bowed. Said in a low voice, "You talk, I'll go to another place."

"Okay, then you can help me with this plate first." Zheng Chengyan pointed to the plate in Wen Yanshu's hand, and patted the other person's back pretending to be intimate, in the eyes of outsiders, it was a kind of "wait for me" hint.

"You and Mr. Wen have such a good relationship." Director Zhang said.

"A matched marriage will make the relationship between the two parties continue to heat up." Zheng Chengyan laughed.

From life to work with Director Zhang, Zheng Chengyan has always maintained a warm and attentive attitude during the period, but he can't hear the figure of Yanshu from a distance from the corner of his eye.

When he noticed that someone was walking towards Wen Yanshu with wine, his complexion changed slightly. Director Zhang asked: "What's the matter, Mr. Zheng and I hold the opposite view?"

Zheng Chengyan withdrew his gaze: "It's okay, just keep talking."