Olfactory failure

Not long after the food on the table was served, Zheng Chengyan only moved a little. He put down his glass and looked up at the person who had just barged into the private room: "I thought the restaurant recruited new people, and I still don't understand the rule of knocking on the door first when you come in. .”

Ning Le is like his name, with a cheerful smile on his face: "I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time. I'm having dinner with my friends in the diagonally opposite room, and I passed by and saw you here, so I came in to say hello. Zheng Are you alone, sir?"

Zheng Chengyan glanced at the time, raised his chin and pointed to the seat opposite: "Didn't you see a bouquet of flowers? I have an appointment. Be careful, don't touch the petals."

Ning Le hurriedly moved to the side. He should not care about the other party's love life. He only cares about the success of his own work: "Mr. Zheng, do you think I still have fun with what we talked about that day? Don't worry, but I won't think about food and drink until this matter is settled."

Unlike Wen Yanshu, Zheng Chengyan can still maintain the cultivation of patient listening under such circumstances. He cut a piece of steak and dipped it into his mouth to make his empty stomach feel better. Then he half threatened and half taught: " It’s enough, put away your eagerness for quick success and quick profit, and improve the art of speaking, it’s better than anything else.”

"Ah..." Ning Le couldn't hold back her smiling face.

Sure enough, no matter on the tablet or in reality, this face can't stimulate his appetite, Zheng Chengyan is still only used to Wen Yanshu sitting opposite him.

Just now, I was paying attention to the time, and this time I was checking whether the message on the car was sent successfully. Zheng Chengyan didn't raise his head and issued the eviction order: "Come to IDR for an audition at [-] o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If it is suitable, we will have a special person here to talk to Xihe Negotiate."

"No problem! Thank you, Mr. Zheng!" Ning Le got overjoyed and lost her composure. Seeing the order menu on the corner of the table, she said, "We also ordered these dim sum, what a coincidence."

Those desserts were ordered by Zheng Chengyan for Wen Yanshu, and the manager who specially called for them told the kitchen department not to put them too sweet.

He became more and more suspicious that Wen Yanshu's delay in coming was because Ning Le was too noisy in the private room, so he stretched out his hand and turned over the menu: "Didn't it mean that you don't want to eat and drink? Don't eat too much, pay attention to body management."

Ning Le raised his face in shock, and after a long time, he said, "Someone told me that at the reception last time."

After coming and going, the food was already cold, Zheng Chengyan lost his appetite for the flowers that no one received, and put down the knife and fork when he felt a little full.

Before the dim sum came to the table, Zheng Chengyan pressed the beeper. While waiting for the waiter to come over, he looked out of the window out of boredom, and happened to see Wen Yanshu leaving the restaurant side by side with others.

The position on the third floor can take half of the parking lot below into his eyes. Zheng Chengyan watched helplessly as the man got into the passenger side of Wen Yanshu's car, the lights came on, and he drove out of his field of vision with the sound of the engine not long after.

The boredom on the way seemed to multiply at an unforeseen speed. Zheng Chengyan felt the hotness in his heart burning his throat. He tore off his tie in disgust, and when he grabbed one end and pulled it out, he thought of smelling it. Yan Shu said that few people can maintain strictness from beginning to end in Chinese dinners.

The tie was lying in his palm, and he immediately remembered that Wen Yanshu had suggested to him the Zapreet knot that day, which was elegant and easy to untie.

Later at the reception, he did tie the Pratt knot obediently. I don't know if it is not elegant, but it turns out that it is really easy to untie at the critical moment.

Zheng Chengyan's mood seemed to turn a little brighter because of this, while the part that was still in the cloudy sky was thinking about the friendship between the co-driver and Wen Yanshu.

The waiter came, and at the same time brought those low-volume and expensive snacks, Zheng Chengyan ordered the other party to pack, and pushed the menu to pay the bill.

Before he left, he put on the suit jacket that was left on the side, wrapped his tie a few times and put it in his pocket. The waiter reminded him: "Sir, don't forget to take your flowers."

It’s so embarrassing to mention this, I pierced it with my own hands, and I couldn’t bear to throw it away. It was like a joke when I took it back. Zheng Chengyan said: “You can dispose of it for me.”

It was as easy as dealing with a leftover dish, but when he walked out of the private room, he couldn't hold back his sideways glance, admitting that he didn't plan for this year, and he didn't make it clear to Wen Yanshu that he wanted to eat together, and he must not miss it next year.

In the cold night of early winter, Bentley drove out of the parking lot of Lunhe restaurant with two beams of light. It was also a night road. Wen Yanshu turned the steering wheel and took Jiang Er home by the way.

Like a boss who ruthlessly assigns overtime tasks, he said: "Remember to go through the materials before going to bed to ensure that there will be zero errors tomorrow."

Jiang Er nodded in agreement, waved goodbye to him, then turned and entered the community.

There was no young man chatting in the co-pilot, the car was instantly quiet, Wen Yanshu was driving smoothly on the road, and he didn't even intend to turn on the radio.

His mind was filled with the scene he met outside the door of 3016, Zheng Chengyan sat happily with the somewhat familiar boy, and beside the boy was the bouquet of overcooked flowers.

He had seen the boy's face before on Zheng Chengyan's tablet, and he finally remembered why he thought this person was familiar. After all, he was drunk to comment on his image and figure at the reception!

Wen Yanshu's palms sticking to the steering wheel seemed to be covered with sweat, and he set aside some concentration while driving to think wildly, that bouquet of flowers is for the little star?What is the relationship between Zheng Chengyan and the little star?The phone called him to have something to say in person, what did you say?Said I regretted it, regretted that I made an agreement before getting married not to mess around and respect this marriage?

The journey was unimpeded, and Wen Yanshu's confusion continued unceasingly. Has Zheng Chengyan finished eating?Why must it be at the Lunhe Restaurant?Why does it have to be in 3016?

Turning left ahead, Wen Yanshu's thoughts also turned. Didn't Zheng Chengyan just say to explore the fragrance related to love with him in the last two weeks?Didn't you say you were waiting for him to nod in agreement?Why did you change your mind when you turned around?

The journey home couldn't contain all his doubts, Wen Yanshu slid into the parking lot, reversed the car into the garage and then braked, holding the steering wheel and resting his chin on the back of his hands.

At this time, his emotions are like boiled porridge. Although it is bubbling and rolling, every spoonful he scoops up is white. He can't tell which spoonful is disappointment, which one is depression, and which one is depression Suspicion avoids irritability and worry, only knowing that it is all negative.

After a while, he asked himself, what was he doing.

Wen Yanshu opened the door with his bag in his hand, and Mocha rushed out from the back room when he heard the noise. Wen Yanshu changed his usual style, without even changing his shoes, dropped his bag and sat on the low stool in the entrance, leaning over and hugging the plush fluffy mocha.

Mocha didn't adapt to his big change of attitude for a while, and was a little stunned, but obediently put the cat's face on his shoulder.

Wen Yanshu let go after hugging for a while, holding the wide cat's paw and asking, "Do you want to come to sleep in my room tonight?"

The light in the porch was still reserved for those who hadn’t returned home. Wen Yanshu didn’t turn on the light in the back room, and went straight to the second floor in the dark to go back to the bedroom. He didn’t pay attention to what time Zheng Chengyan came back. Leaning on the bed with a headlamp, he looked through the recipe book he carried with him.

He seemed to have lost his inspiration again.

Across the door, Zheng Chengyan raised and lowered the hand that was about to knock on the door, but there was no light leaking from the crack of the door, Wen Yanshu probably fell asleep.

He was a little aggrieved, feeling that even this door was showing him face, and Mocha was missing, wondering if he got under Wen Yanshu's bed.

There is no need to work overtime tonight, Zheng Chengyan intends to wash up and go to bed, but lying on the bed tossing and turning unable to fall asleep, he touched his phone and clicked on the chat interface with Wen Yanshu again.

It would be unreasonable not to have a ceremony for the second anniversary of the wedding, and it's fine if the flowers can't be sent out. He must have some selfishness.

Zheng Chengyan stared at Wen Yanshu's note, and changed it to "wife" in the dark.

After typing and saving, he paid attention to the somewhat new chat interface. He was decisive in his work and life, and there was no reason to be indecisive in his relationship.

So he entered another line in the chat box: Why didn't you reply to me?