Chapter 87

Leson bent down to pick up the remains of the pen. At the moment he got up, he noticed that the hidden glass door was wide open. On the other side of the glass door, Fu Xiaoqian's office was in a mess.

There is no doubt that only Liao Zhenbo dares to do so.

"President?"

Leson's tone is obviously implausible. Liao Zhenbo, who has always been famous for his self-control, should have made such an out of control move. It can be imagined that he has a backlog of anger in his body.

Liao Zhenbo stands in the transparent area with two windows wide open. Maybe the floor is too high. In such a sultry summer, there seems to be a strong wind pouring in, rolling the curtains beside the windows, making a clear sound. The black figure is lonely against the background of the strong wind and the shaking of the curtains.

Hearing the sound, he didn't look back. He just drew the cigarette between his fingers close to his mouth and took a hard breath. The burning ashes escaped with the pouring wind. Some were buried in his fierce hair, some were pasted on his black shirt, and some fell on his thick eyelashes.

A thin layer of gray, from a distance, it seems to be dyed with a layer of frost hair, the tall and upright figure, also seems to be old for many years.

Lesen's heart was suddenly hit hard. He had never seen Liao Zhenbo so lonely and helpless.

"President, madam..." He can't see it any more. The president, who has always been high spirited, has never seen such a sad look, and he doesn't want to see it. He wants to comfort him.

But when he mentioned Fu Xiaoqian, Liao Zhenbo's two eyes, like cold knives, shot straight at his heart, lightly spitting out a word, "roll."

He put out the smoke in the crystal ashtray on his desk, sat in the chair, picked up a document from his left hand, and never looked up again. However, the word "roll" was loud and powerful. It hit leson's cochlea with infinite power, like thunder hitting his heart. He could feel the pain in Liao Zhenbo's heart at the moment inexplicably.

As a subordinate president, it's not up to him to speculate. He opens his mouth to say something to comfort Liao Zhenbo's heart at the moment, and finally gives up.

Clutching the broken remains of the pen, he pushed open the heavy door and went out. Standing outside the door, he coagulated the bracket of the pen in his hand, thinking that he had to go to the United States to order another one.

Looking back, his eyes rested on the wooden door for several seconds.

He thought about what to do, thought, from the pocket out of the mobile phone, dial out a series of numbers.

"Ma'am, well, we've gone back to the company. The president is a bit down today Yes, can you go back earlier in the evening? OK, you can finish it earlier Well, that's it. I won't disturb you. "

After getting Fu Xiaoqian's affirmative answer, leson put down most of his heart and looked at the pen in his hand again. It seemed that his eyes were not as dazzling as before.

On the other side, Fu Xiaoqian, who is in the cake shop, is standing next to the cake maker. She has already finished several cake germs.

Pick up small spoons, scrape a little off each one and put them into your mouth one by one.

The delicate and soft cake melts in the mouth. Fu Xiaoqian is reluctant to swallow it directly. She spreads it all over her mouth and rolls it on the tip of her tongue to distinguish the differences.

Later, he frowned and closed his eyes, remembering, meditating and thinking.

Silence for a long time, finally, slowly opened the mouth, "this is not the taste I want." The voice is obviously with the disappointment of not getting the expected results after efforts.

Yang Qian, who has been busy with Fu Xiaoqian for nearly two hours, sees Fu Xiaoqian's sad expression, and her expression becomes heavy. She picks up another small spoon on the plate and tastes the cakes one by one.

It's obvious that each one has more or less improvement. The last one is the silky, soft and greasy taste, which melts in the mouth, rolls in the throat, and the sweet taste reaches the bottom of my heart. It is clear that it has reached the taste of sweet love required by Fu Xiaoqian!

Yang Xi is a bit unpredictable about the feeling Fu Xiaoqian wants. She leans on the cake table with one hand and spreads her other hand in front of Fu Xiaoqian, picking her eyebrows. She can't help but look like this. "I think she already has that feeling."

Fu Xiaoqian gently shook her head, "No." She said it very lightly, with the embarrassment of criticizing, just like a wisp of white smoke floating by, as if she had never said it.

In fact, she didn't know what she was missing, but she felt as if she was already talking about it, as if she was drifting away from her thoughts.

It seems to be ethereal, and it's like a feeling that you can touch when you reach out.

What is it? She desperately wanted to grasp that feeling, took off her apron, squatted down slowly against the bread table, and then sat down on the floor all along the table.

At this moment, she can't see the famous brand dress she is wearing or the white flour scattered on the ground. She curls up, squints her eyes slightly, twists her eyebrows with one hand, and carefully sniffs the subtle aroma of various Cake Ingredients in the kitchen.Yang Xi understands that Fu Xiaoqian needs an absolutely quiet and airtight space at this time. She quietly retreats and locks the door of the kitchen.

She knows Fu Xiaoqian very well. Under such circumstances, Fu Xiaoqian will not come out without one or two hours.

Yang Xi and Fu Xiaoqian have a strange relationship. They are not in the same university. They are fond of eating. They often like to hunt around the University, especially for newly opened restaurants, dessert shops and ice drink shops.

I still remember that the Spring Festival came very late that year. It was in early March. The cherry blossoms had already stood on their branches. A breeze was blowing by, and pieces of white petals dotted the pitch black asphalt road with poetic charm. Before the time of admission, the whole university town was very empty and lonely. The first time to update

it is in this season that a cake shop chooses to open in advance at this time point for preheating.

Because there is still about a week to leave school, so the store is very cold, almost no one. Just that morning, Fu Xiaoqian and Yang Xi went into the very warm cake shop together. The name of the shop was elegant. It was called cherry blossom in full bloom, which was very suitable for the occasion.

They all thought it was a young man looking forward to love. When they entered the store, they found that the boss and the landlady were actually a disabled couple in their thirties.

But on their faces, it seems that there is less complaint from the disabled and more sweet love from young people.

The boss thought that the two people who went into the shop together were friends, so he arranged them on a table. They did not refuse and sat down opposite each other.

"Student, I'm sorry. We just opened our shop, the style of cake is not much, if you don't mind, let's have a taste of first love, right? This is our main promotion now. " Landlady legs atrophy, can only rely on wheelchair walking, she sat behind the counter, said apologetically.

"Boss, it doesn't matter. Just give us the taste of first love." The two students looked at each other with a smile.

The smile seemed to dispel the strangeness between the two people. They began to talk with each other. Fu Xiaoqian realized that Yang Qian was a student of the Physical Education Department of a neighboring school. "I can't see that you are so weak and sweet-looking, and you will go to study physical education." Fu Xiaoqian is unbelievable.

"Actually, I came to this school to accompany my boyfriend." Talking about love, Yang Xi's white and delicate face was tinged with a little shy red.

"Your love is really great. You sacrificed yourself just for a long time." With that, Fu Xiaoqian dropped her head, and her expression was obviously more sentimental.

"Do you have emotional problems?" In front of her, Yang Qian sympathized with the girl who was green in love.

"Well, my boyfriend is going to France in a few days. He said he would come back in three years."

At this time, the boss, who broke his arm, brought up two cakes. The cake was not very impressive. On the top of the fan shape, there was a layer of white cream. On the top of the white cream, there were some messy things, including black chocolate, silver balls, flowers and some green grass.

"The taste of first love." The boss smiles and looks at two pairs of surprised eyes. He begins to explain the originality of the cake to them slowly. "The triangle behind represents the edges and corners of two people who are just in love. Arc represents two people who love each other, slowly change themselves for each other, and the edges and corners begin to be polished off. The white cream represents the purity of our original love intention, and the dots above represent the bumps and bumps we have experienced together. "

After a pause, he continued, "this cake tastes very special. You may like it very much, or it may be hard to swallow. It doesn't matter if you use a small spoon first and taste it less. If you agree, you can eat it again."

Fu Xiaoqian and Yang Qian smile at each other. It's the first time that they see such a sloppy but profound cake. Under the boss's expectation, they hesitantly pick up a small spoon and scoop it up a little bit, close to the tip of their tongue.

It was a very special taste journey. The strong sour taste mixed with milk fragrance just at the entrance came to my face. Then there was a little sour and astringent taste. After the taste, there was a touch of sweet taste. Slowly, the sweet taste became more and more thick, too thick to melt.

The boss has been standing at their table, watching them frown for a while and smile for a while. In his voice, he spoke again with hoarse excitement. "It seems that the effect that my wife and I want has been achieved."

Too devoted two people, this just think of the boss beside him, pull him to want to know more about this cake, they have been deeply impressed by it.

"Boss, what materials are put in it?"