Nowhere in this city is pleasing to the eye.

If in the past, Zheng Feiyan would not pay attention to those messy details. But now, they are madly grabbing the field of vision, trying to drive out every beautiful picture.

He was forced to look back and start looking at today's schedule.

Each row of the time slot was densely packed, red, orange, yellow, and green, and only a few white lattices could breathe. He looked at the heavy work schedule. Unexplained tiredness suddenly popped up, and his consciousness was weak, his forehead was dizzy, his eyelids were slightly closed, and he would almost fall asleep--he had only slept for eight hours. Feel, physical strength should be abundant, but the feeling of exhaustion is extremely strong, like ...

Just stayed up all night.

No, it's not.

Nothing happened last night. I fell asleep in my bed until dawn, and didn't step out in half a step. Otherwise, why didn't Zhang Ye say anything?

Zheng Feiyu covered his face with his hands and rubbed his sore eyes hard, forcing himself to recharge.

Never mind, this familiar chaos and anxiety is not the first time I have experienced it. I didn't know anything about the pheromone before, but this time, I didn't have any reason.

Chapter Eighteen

At 7.55, the busy Monday officially kicked off. Zheng Feiyu stretched his hands and tightened his tie, arranged his cuffs and placket, and looked forward, adjusting himself to the perfect state for the most suitable work.

At 7.58, the car drove into the first floor of the Jiusheng Twin Towers and stopped under the spacious porch.

The long-awaited foreman hurried forward, pulled the door of the car, and greeted Zheng Feiyan with a standard eight tooth smile. Zheng Feiyu leaned out of the car, a pair of leather shoes bright and bright, dust-free, and stepped firmly on a flat gray brick.

He strode toward the foyer without squinting, leaving a sentence as he passed the foreman: "Change the color of the tie."

The foreman trembled, quickly ripped off the wild tie and stuffed it into his pants pockets, exchanging an almost desperate look with his colleagues.

Inside the hotel, a dark cloud engulfed by heavy rain and thunder and lightning flashed across the front desk, and the air pressure dropped everywhere. The waiters who are helping guests with check-in and check-out procedures are stiff, subconsciously lower their heads, hold their breath, and pretend they are still wall reliefs.

They secretly followed Zheng Feiyu's figure with Yu Guang, for fear that the movement would be a little bigger, and the terrible Yama suddenly turned around. At this moment when everyone was in danger, as long as Zheng Feiyu came to you, it basically meant that you That's it for now.

Obviously, Yan Wang's goal today is very clear. He didn't even look at the front desk, and went straight to the elevator without looking back. The poor front desks finally fell to the bottom of their hearts, the key to the keyboard, the key to the house card. Whoever wanted to breathe out of breath, Zheng Feiyu's eyes were slightly sinking, and he stepped back, straight back.

Snapped.

The front desk of No. 5 in the corner was checking in for a girl in a flower skirt. She was shrouded by the tall shadow, her fingers trembled, and her card holder dropped on the cold marble countertop with a jingle.

He hurriedly bowed his head: "General Zheng, I'm sorry!"

Zheng Feiyu didn't look at him at all, but stared at the girl in a flower skirt, looking at the tip of her nose from her forehead and her chin from the tip of her nose, her eyes were sharp and sharp, as if she was looking for something vital.

The girl in a flower skirt blushed: "Hello, how do you ... do you have anything?"

Zheng Fei said: "Miss, take the liberty to disturb. I noticed that you have a charming fragrance that smells fresh and natural, and makes you very comfortable-is it your pheromone smell?"

"Ah, no, no, I'm Beta. Pheromones are just like boiled water. They have no smell." The girl in the flower skirt blushed more and smiled at him incoherently. "You smell ... it should be my perfume. "

"Which perfume?"

The girl in a flower skirt was panicked by his handsome face. She couldn't remember the perfume brand. She was embarrassed for a long time. She opened the bag and rummaged, and found it miraculously: "Oh, this one!"

Emerald frosted glass bottle, basket-shaped label, a lily of the valley flower bud to recline leaning on the edge of the label, with a line of hot silver flowers printed below: MuguetdesBois.

Lily of the valley.

Zheng Feiyu took the perfume bottle and pressed the nozzle.

A dense mist of water permeated the air, moist, refreshing, and sweet, like some magical magic, which restored the world to its original gentle hue. It is a scene of rain flowing through the glass, taking away grease and smoke, leaving a clean window, and a bright scene in the sunny day after the rain-tile blue returns to tile blue, water green returns to water green.

Zheng Fei looked at the perfume bottle, and described the slender leaf stalks on his abdomen, almost unwilling to release it.

The girl in a flower skirt said, "I have already used most of this bottle and this bottle, and it is not worth much. If you like it, I will give it to you?"

"Thank you."

Zheng Feiyu didn't quit and put the glass bottle in his palm: "Do you often stay in Jiusheng's hotels?"

Suddenly he asked, the girl in the flower skirt scratched her hair and answered truthfully: "No, I don't live very often. Jiu Sheng is too expensive. This time it is a business trip and can be reimbursed, so I only live for two days. If I go out for a trip, I am afraid ... "