THE FRAGRANCE

"Sense of compatibility and Lost,"

"Sense of compatibility and Lost,"

Cheung Qi and Secretary Wen returned to the conference room the next day after the meeting, having sent off the visitors. They noticed Hei Bao still sitting in his chair, motionless, staring at the bento wrapped in pink silk in front of him, seemingly lost in thought. The three of them were deafeningly quiet. Cheung Qi walked over to a seat near Hei Bao and sat down.

Hei Bao stood up after his *ss landed on the soft chair. He grabbed his gift from Lianhua and bolted. They stared at Hei Bao's back until he faded away, leaving Cheung Qi and Secretary Wen perplexed and flabbergasted.

"What the hell is his problem now?" Cheung Qi finally asked after a brief pause.

"I'm not sure, sir," Secretary Wen retorted.

"Sometimes I really dislike him. Haah..." Cheung Qi sighed.

"May I inquire as to why, Sir?" Secretary Wen asked.

"What do you mean, why? You always observe him, like every day; he was always serious and always expressionless, as if the sky and the ground had fallen on him. Haah," Cheung Qi almost exclaimed, his hands moving in the air, and sighed once more.

"I mean, Ah... What I meant to ask is 'why do you only hate him sometimes' when you can hate him every day," Secretary Wen said, grinning angrily at Cheung Qi.

"..." Cheung Qi looked at him as if he was taken aback by what Secretary Wen had said, before continuing.

erupting in fits of laughter

"Pfft!! HahahahA!" Cheung Qi exclaimed. His left hand was clutching his stomach, while his right hand was hovering above the table.

"S-secretary Wen... HaHAHahah! You— HaHahaHa! You've got a loooot of nerve to say that about your boss to me, huh? HaHaHahA!" Cheung Qi exclaimed, his eyes moist with tears, but Secretary Wen just looked at him silently but discreetly, his ears so damn red.

"I doubt you'd ever say anything to him," Secretary Wen said flatly and without hesitation, and Cheung Qi couldn't help but laugh even harder.

"I really like you, HahaHahaHa! Let's go out for a drink sometime," Cheung Qi said, standing up. He left, silently cackling as he patted Secretary Wen on the shoulder.

Secretary Wen responded in the air, "But I don't drink."

Furthermore, Secretary When "... "Before proceeding,

After taking off his coat and reclining it on the stand, Hei Bao sat in his black swivel chair. His office, shrouded by a dark aura and a heavy atmosphere, seems to lighten with the sweet scent of fragrance as it lingers near him.

He took a second to look at what he was holding before lifting both of his hands and swiftly untying the knot. He lifted the box and grabbed the pink silk, then lowered it again. He held the silk up to his nose, and thus the same person's scent infiltrated his nose. He gives an unintentional smile.

The pure scent of strawberries relaxed and warmed his stiff body. He held it for a moment before putting it back beside the bento. He then opened the bento box, revealing some luscious and delectable French desserts.

The truth is that Hao Mingyu dug through famous French foods and desserts to create what Hei Bao was given.

The box was divided into three sections. The small one on top was lined with chocolate macaroons with orange ganache, the lower portion with Bûche de Noel, and the large one with two pieces of strawberry cake. Hei Bao stood up and walked out of his office. Regardless of how quickly it was placed in the box, it was still neatly placed.

He then went to his kitchen and took a fork and a small plate before returning to his office. The room was deafeningly quiet. The only sounds were his footsteps and the ticking of the clock. He sat in his swivel chair and started eating.

Surprisingly, the taste of the desserts had just passed his lips. It was unusual to praise Mingyu on his head, but so what? It's fine. Yes, it is satisfactory. He can now visit the cafe whenever he wants... It's not the cafe, it's Lianhua. He can now visit Lianhua whenever he wants in exchange for sacrificing his teeth and stomach in order to meet and see Lianhua again.

Secretary Wen emerged from his office as the door to his office opened. He didn't perk up or put down his strawberry cake. He didn't care if anyone was there or not; their presence didn't bother him in any case. He continued to eat despite the fact that Secretary Wen silently gasped with slightly stupefied eyes. He couldn't help but ask a question as he walked over to his boss.

"I didn't realize you ate sweet things," Secretary Wen inquired.

"I thought you said you knew everything about me," Hei Bao said, not looking up.

"How am I supposed to know that? I haven't seen you eat one in the past ten years of working my ass off in this company," Secretary Wen responded.

"At least you know now," Hei Bao said.

"At least you know now," Hei Bao said. "Might as well jot it down in your records just in case you forget," he added.

"No thanks, I'm not that old to forget fundamental things," Secretary Wen countered, a hint at the word important in his tone.

Finally, Hei Bao bucked up at him. Secretary Wen jerked slightly as he noticed Hei Bao staring at him. He finally dropped the subject and thought about it earlier.

"A-anyway," Secretary Wen cleared his throat.

"Why were you late earlier? That was such an important meeting; I was afraid you wouldn't show up; I don't want to deal with those old geezers," he explained.

"..." Hei Bao remained silent.

"You—Director, if you keep doing this, you might lose those investors one day," Secretary Wen worriedly said as Hei Bao finished her meal.

"I don't give a shit if I lose those little shits," Hei Bao said casually before standing up.

He pushed aside the plate with the fork in it to re-cover the bento box with its lid, and Secretary Wen tried to help but was stopped by his Boss's urgent voice.

"Every item you touch will be deducted from your salary at a rate of 500 yuan, each," Hei Bao threatened.

"No, thanks. You're an adult, and you can clean up your mess, "Secretary when rejected."

'My salary is 3,000 yuan per day, so if I touch the fork and plate, I have 2,000 yuan left, but if I touch the bento box, it's 1,500 yuan. No, I can't risk my salary on that,' Secretary Wen reasoned.

"You didn't eat everything, did you?" Can I have a smidge?" Secretary Wen.

"You certainly can. But, can you go a year without eating anything? " Hei Bao threatened once more, then smirked.

"...," says Secretary Wen.

He went into the office with the utensils but left the folded silk above his table, then returned a moment later. When he saw that his secretary was still present, he rolled his eyes and swiveled back in his swivel chair. He sat in the chair and spun it around. So he was now looking out the large and dim glass window. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"What business do you still have here?" Hei Bao asked, annoyed and bothered.

"Well, Mr. Director, when I was downstairs, Mr. Han asked if you wanted to visit his building, and you were invested in some time," Secretary Wen said.

Make a plan and contact him. What else is there? " Hello, Bao.

"That's all," Secretary Wen said.

"Hmm, may leave now," Hei Bao.

"Then, please excuse me," Secretary Wen said, stooping his head and turning around to leave the office door.

"Wait," Hei Bao said as he opened his eyes. Secretary Wen turned to face him.

"Where has Cheung Qi gone to?" he inquired.

"Oh, he said he needed to commend something, director," Secretary Wen responded.

"Tell him to come straight in here when he returns; I need to talk to him about something," Hei Bao replied.

"Is he the boss or what?" Hei Bao wondered, sighing.

"Yes, Director, I will," replied Secretary Wen.

"Hm, you can leave now," Hei Bao said, and Secretary Wen complied. He walked out of the office, stooping his head and closing the door behind him.

Now that Hei Bao was alone in the room, he was surrounded by calmness and silence. He raised his left hand and rubbed the middle of his brows lightly. His brows were furrowed, and his mind was racing.

'The Green Forest Village. Nian Fei A'Shan. Chu Yan, Hao Mingyu. In addition, Lianhua's.'

'What kind of chance is this?'

'Why do I have the feeling that something is about to happen?'

'A'Lian. Lianhua Bai I have a responsibility to keep that person safe.'

'Regardless of the outcomes.'

To be continued.