Chapter 765: Can't match the aroma

After the proposal to hold a barbecue party in the evening was unanimously approved, everyone immediately divided their responsibilities and each took part of the work.

It's just that Murong Chuan, who used to be in charge of the cooking part, is rarely offline this time.

After all, he helped to prepare the lunch, and what the doctor Murong Zheng said on the scene, he couldn't keep him busy at night, and Uncle Yang didn't really agree with the other party's excessive exercise.

Although the wound on his body is almost healed, there are still stitches in some places to prevent the wound from cracking and being seen as strange. Murong Chuan had no choice but to withdraw regretfully, saying that he had a cold recently and was not suitable for helping, so he handed over this part of the work to to others.

"Let me do it." An Nuo took the initiative to take over this part of the work.

If An Nuo may not be able to cook, but if she just prepares some barbecue materials and seasonings, she is definitely more than enough, not to mention living with Murong Qiao for so long before, and the two of them have done these separately.

Everyone ignored Yanxiu who was shutting himself up in the room, and tacitly waited until everything was ready before asking him to come down to eat.

As for Murong Zheng, since some work at the hospital still needs to be handled remotely, he handed over the remaining miscellaneous tasks to Xian Yu and Murong Qiao.

"There doesn't seem to be any drinks at home, I'll go out and buy them later." Xian Yu ran to the refrigerator to look.

At home, only Uncle Yang and Murong Chen are the only ones who don’t know how to drink beverages at home. Even if they do drink, they mainly drink tea.

Uncle Yang has no objection, and even wrote a list of other items that need to be purchased for Xian Yu. "Then trouble the young master to help me bring these back together."

Although it is not impossible to hand over the purchase of materials to the servants, sometimes it is a kind of fun for everyone to prepare a sumptuous dinner together.

"I want to drink Coke, how about you, Jojo, and An Nuo, you can send me whatever you like to drink, and I will go out first."

He greeted him, pushed the door open and walked outside. His personality was a little rushed, and he would do whatever he thought of, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"I can do it." An Nuo said quickly.

When she was a guest at someone else's house, An Nuo never picked anything, let alone at Murong Qiao's house, she was too embarrassed to cause trouble for the other party.

As for Murong Qiao's taste, Xian Yu knew it well.

Watching everyone go to work, Murong Qiao looked at the time, and realized that the eldest brother Murong Chen didn't seem to have sent him a message today, so he found a place to stand outside, and took the initiative to call the other party.

The phone was connected after a few rings.

"Brother? Are you busy there?" Murong Qiao asked casually.

She looked out at the well-maintained rose garden, and the tip of her nose was filled with a rich and fragrant flower fragrance, and her mood was involuntarily wafted with joy.

Even during the time when Murong Qiao was away, the garden was carefully taken care of by special personnel to maintain its beauty.

The appearance of the rose budding, seems to be held at this moment forever, so Murong Qiao couldn't help stretching out his fingertips to touch it lightly, but felt its softness, and then couldn't help but lighten the pressure.

From Murong Chen's side came the sound of flipping paper, "I'll go back later."

"I'm still in the company right now, and there are some things to deal with that haven't ended."

After Murong Chen said something from his sister, he speeded up the signing process.

Knowing that his elder brother was very busy, Murong Qiao just called to ask about it, so he hung up the call after not talking for a few words.

On the other hand, Murong Chen still has several documents on the table that have not been processed yet.

"President..." The secretary spoke slightly, still holding the report in his hand.

He was just reporting the situation of the company to Murong Chen, but was interrupted by Murong Qiao's sudden call.

It was only then that Murong Chen remembered that he hadn't finished listening to the other party's report.

He looked at the remaining workload, rubbed his temples with some headaches, and simply waved his hands, not intending to continue listening.

"You can put the report here first, I will send you a message if you have any questions later, and I will go home first." Murong Chen explained to the secretary.

Seeing this, the secretary naturally didn't say anything more, so after bowing, he respectfully put the report in hand by Murong Chen's hand, and then quietly backed out.

It's just that when the president answered the phone just now, the secretary was a little surprised by his gentle tone that was easy for ordinary people.

Only the younger sister of the president can get this treatment.

The secretary closed the office door, and couldn't help feeling envious in his heart. If someone made a mistake at work, the cold face of the president seemed to be able to freeze the blood in the limbs of a person's body, making you feel what Sanjiu is. The sky is so cold.

Murong Chen didn't know about his secretary's rich and colorful mental activities. After finishing a few extremely important documents, he was going to go downstairs and go home by car.

Although Shengjing Group hasn't had any major disturbances recently, minor problems have emerged one after another, which sometimes give Murong Chen a headache.

After taking a deep breath, he got up from his seat and prepared to go back. He looked at the already dark weather outside, and after thinking about it, he reached for the coat that was on the chair next to him and put it on.

It's just that after the coat was wrapped around his body, there was some elegant and fresh fragrance that swept to the tip of his nose, but he couldn't help being slightly stunned.

Murong Chen realized that this was the coat he lent An Nuo that day.

It's just that he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, and after the other party came back, he put it in the closet. He didn't expect that it happened to be this dress today.

Probably the fragrance of the laundry detergent is a little fresh and elegant, but it will not make people feel disgusted. It smells like a floral fragrance.

Murong Chen's movement in his coat was obviously a beat slower at the end.

He couldn't help but use the scent to think of a neighbor he hadn't seen for a long time, and the rabbit pajamas he was wearing that day and the soft pajama ears that looked great to the touch.

The more I think about it, the clearer the memory in my mind, as if I was really standing in the scene of that day.

It's just that he hasn't been to the branch office for a while to inspect the recent work, and his focus is on the Shengjing Group, so he has lost a lot of interaction with An Nuo.

... Forget it, let's go home first.

Murong Chen withdrew his wandering thoughts, pushed open the door of the office and walked towards the elevator.

The secretary was sorting out a batch of new documents and was going to send them to the president's office, when he ran into Murong Chen who rarely got off work on time.

This scene is rare and can't be seen once a month.

The secretary watched the president leave the office early in surprise, and then remembered the phone call from his sister just now, and he had an explanation in his heart.

It's just that after a little mental thinking, the sense of smell was half a beat late, and at this moment, the information of the scent of flowers just smelled was transmitted to the brain, and then some brain-opening associations in the secretary's mind were pulled out.

This floral fragrance is obviously the kind that a girl would use.

The soft and fresh fragrance has nothing to do with the usually cold CEO.

The secretary suddenly turned his head to look in the direction where the president had just left, but Murong Chen walked so fast that he could no longer see him at this moment, but this did not at all reduce the flying associations in the secretary's mind.