Smells

"What are you talking about?" Yu Ying glanced at Jiang Yan.

"Xiao Chen is a man as soon as you hear the name." Jiang Yan squatted down and called "Yuki" to the golden retriever, who ran to him wagging its tail, and threw its front paws on Jiang Yan's knee, " "Wow" twice.

Jiang Yan touched Jin Mao's head and said, "Two days ago, my aunt said that I found you a blind date. I thought you had already chatted with him."

"What?" Yu Ying was taken aback, "My mother? When did it happen?"

"Two days ago, I made a video call with her."

Yu Ying was a little dazed. Although he didn't have a date at this age, his mother had always been the most enlightened parent and never interfered with his love life.

Which song is this?

Although Xiao Chen was not the blind date Jiang Yan thought he was, he was indeed a man.

"Brother." Jiang Yan said softly, "Is someone chasing you?"

Afraid that the misunderstanding would get worse, Xing Zhun hurriedly said: "He said thank you for giving him a ride last time."

Yu Ying nodded, understood.

Xing Zhun glanced at him and said, "Giving this is really easy to misunderstand."

Yu Ying smiled: "It's just a bouquet of flowers, there's no need to limit the heart of the sender." He handed the bouquet to Xing Zhun, "Take it and take a picture, and I'll take it home later."

Xingzhun took the bouquet: "Yes."

Xiao Chen practiced with the personal trainer introduced by Ding Zhaoqiu for two days, and felt a little uncomfortable.

It's not that the coach's level is not in place, it's mainly his own problem.

Xiao Chen had just finished practicing today's event, wearing a sweatshirt and coming out of the gym dripping with sweat.He hurriedly took a shower in the locker room, changed into his private clothes and sat in the lounge looking at his phone.

His face was flushed, and he was panting slightly.

His body was indeed not as good as before, and he was too tired to even talk if the exercise intensity increased a little.

Xiao Chen sent Ding Zhaoqiu a WeChat message, asking him to reject the current coach.

Ding Zhaoqiu made a phone call directly.

"What's wrong, didn't you practice well?"

Xiao Chen spoke lazily, not wanting to exert himself at all: "No, it's because I don't want a coach anymore."

After looking for a private tutor, Xiao Chen realized that he was really resistant to close contact with strangers. He was too picky, so he couldn't blame others.

"You help me go back." Xiao Chen got up and packed his belongings, "Don't let him come, I will pay the fee, and I won't refund anything."

"Are you not used to it?" Ding Zhaoqiu asked him, "Can't let go in front of old men? How about I find you a girl?"

"Calm down." Xiao Chen took his things and walked out of the lounge, "Hang up."

Xiao Chen got into the elevator and leaned against the wall to read Weibo. When the home page was refreshed, a Weibo was posted.He doesn't follow many people, and the homepage is not very lively. When the Weibo pops up, it hangs at the top of the interface——

@不语花节工作室：

if you see me laugh

It's not because the hot summer is almost over

i like summer

but like you more

#客定##美咲月园#

Who would have thought that such a bouquet of girlish Misaki was actually given by a man to another man [heart].

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Xiao Chen clicked on the picture and looked at it—it was the beautiful bouquet he gave Yu Ying. The photo was taken beautifully, and it was even more beautiful after the post-editing.

Xiao Chen didn't know who was managing the flower shop's Weibo, and this copywriting really made him blush.

I'm a little ashamed.

There are a lot of likes, and many fans in the comments are praising the beautiful photos, but most of them are exploring the hidden point in the copywriting, the poetic and picturesque feeling between men.

Xiao Chen hurriedly glanced at the comment section, rubbed his nose, and liked this Weibo.

I followed a flyer for a flower art class in "Buyu" before, but Xiao Chen had no time to go to class after signing up on WeChat.

On this day, he was having a working meeting with the members of the group, and the assistant took the client's feedback file and said that it was going to be revised.

No matter what design you do, you are afraid of revision. Party B and Party A are always irreconcilable parties. Xiao Chen's work is like this. Although it is not a mechanical work day after day, it is indeed enough to wear down the will.

The revision plan given by the client is naturally unreasonable in the eyes of their professionals. The flaws and hidden dangers in it need to be explained. Xiao Chen has a straightforward temper and doesn't talk too much. He directly asks his assistant to call back the client's proposal and tell him They, do not change.

Xiao Chen is the company's gold medal architect. Although he is only a part-time worker, he is actually a senior figure in the company. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the second in command.

He started working with his current boss right after graduating from university. The boss started from scratch and developed from a small construction firm to a well-known construction company in the industry today. Xiao Chen has contributed a lot.

Relying on a bit of talent, there will be some arrogance to some extent, besides, Xiao Chen's personality is relatively straightforward, so he will directly reject the nonsensical requests made by ordinary customers.

He is not a businessman and does not need to deal with customers.

Jiang Xiaosheng has worked beside Xiao Chen for two years, and he knows how "pull" his leader is.

Even so, he can't act like his leader and push him like this. He has to explain the reason to the customer and give the other party a satisfactory reply.

Xiao Chen always entrusted Jiang Xiaosheng with the aftermath work, but Jiang Xiaosheng knew in his heart that he was secretly training himself.

The process of explaining the unreasonableness of the plan to the client is also the process of his learning and improvement.

After the project officially started, Xiao Chen finally had time to catch his breath. It has been two weeks since the flower art class started.

The teacher of the flower art class also contacted Xiao Chen on WeChat before and asked him when he could come to class. He said that he was busy with work recently and would come when he was free.

It's finally empty now.

The flower art class started in the afternoon, and on weekends, although Xiao Chen was two weeks late, he actually missed four days of class.

On the day when he went to class, Xiao Chen tidied himself up a bit. Since he refused to give up his personal training, he went to the gym alone to exercise. It had some effect. The flesh in his lower abdomen was tighter. It's not that it can't be restored to the state it was in college.

The classroom of the flower art class is a private studio. When Xiao Chen knocked on the door and entered the room, everyone in the room paid attention to him.

There were not many people in the room, four or five, the teacher hadn't arrived yet, everyone was chatting, Xiao Chen's appearance made them quiet for a moment, because it was a new face, everyone looked at him with novel eyes.

Xiao Chen found a chair by the window and sat down, looking down at his phone quietly.

There was a little girl in Qing Yishui in the classroom, and there was also an elderly rich wife. Xiao Chen seemed a little out of place among them.

Someone took the initiative to talk to him, and he responded with a few words in a neutral manner, with a calm mood.

When it was almost class time, the flower art teacher came in, and Yu Ying came in with her, and they were talking happily when they entered the room.

A familiar voice came from his ears, it was not real, but it was enough to calm Xiao Chen's heart.

Just now he was waiting quietly on the side, with a calm face, but in fact, he was always uncertain in his heart, afraid that he would be in vain when he came here.

Yu Ying glanced around, and suddenly caught the figure by the window, and was taken aback.

The flower art teacher also noticed Xiao Chen, and said with a smile, "Oh, our new classmate has finally arrived."

Xiao Chen raised his eyes and met Yu Ying's eyes.

Xiao Chen and Yu Ying are the only two male compatriots in the class, so the attention is naturally very high.

Xiao Chen was forced to put ducks on the shelf by the flower art teacher, and introduced himself in public.

Seven or eight students sat around a long table, and Xiao Chen stood among them, with a steady voice: "My name is Xiao Chen, Xiao under the boundless falling trees, and warm Chen."

Everyone warmly applauded and welcomed him. Yu Ying looked at him without looking away for a moment.

"There are only two male students in our class." The flower art teacher said with a smile, "I didn't expect them to be handsome guys."

Someone asked: "Is this handsome guy who came today the student who never came?"

"Yeah." The teacher replied, looked at Xiao Chen, and said, "You missed four classes, but it's not a big deal, it's just some basic theories, you just follow our current progress, and the previous content will come later." Fill it up when you have time."

"Yeah." Xiao Chen nodded, then turned to ask Yu Ying who was sitting next to him, "Can you make it up for me, classmate Yu."

Yu Ying was surprised just now, she has recovered now, and was slowly handling the flower materials, when she heard this, she paused and turned to look at him.

Xiao Chen wore a gray-blue loose sweater, and light-colored skinny jeans underneath. Today's outfit reveals a bit of vitality, and his tone of speech is also inexplicably lively.

"I thought I was delusional just now." Yu Ying approached Xiao Chen's ear and whispered.

The air trembled, and with the breath intruding into the ears, Xiao Chen's auricles felt a little numb.

The teacher was giving a lecture, so it was inconvenient for Xiao Chen to gossip, so he just whispered, "Teach me."

What to teach?

Of course, it is the courses that have fallen before.

Yu Ying looked at him and said "hmm".

After the teacher finished the content of the day, the rest is the time for the students to "self-study" - arranging flowers by themselves and communicating freely.

Although the flower art class is a classroom, the actual atmosphere is very relaxed, and students and teachers can communicate freely.

There are always many people around Yu Ying, even on such occasions, he is still the center of the magnetic field that attracts everyone.

He is gentle with others and has no sense of distance when getting along. Everyone loves to talk to him.

Xiao Chen couldn't find a chance to join it.

He carried a bouquet of flowers, and moved to the corner without making a sound. Yu Ying caught a glimpse and moved a chair to follow.

"Why did you come here?" Yu Ying shook a Fulang in front of his eyes.

The gerbera petals seemed to be poking over the tip of Xiao Chen's nose, and the swaying posture was tinged with provocation.

Xiao Chen's upper body leaned back slightly, and what he said was both true and false: "When I went to the flower shop, I asked your florist for a list of flower art classes, and I signed up."

"Are you interested in flower art?"

"It's okay." Xiao Chen gently grabbed the gerbera's flower stem, "Lend me this one."

Yu Ying let go of his hand, and Fu Lang easily slipped into Xiao Chen's hands.

Xiao Chen inserted the Fulang flower into the flower mud according to his own aesthetics. Yu Ying watched his slender fingers fiddling with the petals jerkyly, and asked, "Can I return the borrowed one?"