Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 317

"I'm really sorry." Jing Wang took off his gold-rimmed glasses, casually wiped the foggy mirror with his sleeve, and put them back on the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to change clothes, excuse me."

"Oh, oh, okay." Nan Chuqiu chased after her and urged. "Mr. Jing, flowers are dead, but people are alive. You must take care of your health."

Jing Wang paused, his voice sank, and he repeated word by word: "Are the flowers dead?"

His tone was a bit strange, and Nan Chuqiu was puzzled, "Ah? That's right, is there any problem?"

"No, you're quite right." Jing Wang turned around and smiled at her, as if the momentary gaffe just now was an illusion of everyone. "Miss Nan is very considerate and considerate."

Nan Chuqiu blushed and murmured, not daring to answer.

Qiao Wei has been standing by the door, watching Mr. Jing enter the room.

She keenly noticed that Mr. Jing took a few more steps in the direction of the corridor, as if he had just realized something, he retreated back to the living room calmly, and went upstairs from the stairs on the side of the living room.

Corridor...?

Qiao Wei pondered.

It seems that the second floor led by the dark stairs in the corridor and the second floor led by the stairs in the living room may not be connected.

What exactly is stored there?
Maybe it was blown by the night wind outside the door just now, and when he returned to the restaurant again, the aroma he smelled in his nose became more and more intense.

"smell good."

Nan Chuqiu poked his nose greedily and kept looking around the room.

Where is the fragrance coming from?

She sharply saw Jing Wang coming down the stairs from the side of the living room after changing her clothes, and asked quickly, "Mr. Jing, are you alright?"

Jing Wang smiled and shook his head, "It's fine, thank you for your concern."

The atmosphere was indescribably ambiguous.

Nan Chuqiu had nothing to say, so he changed the subject, "Mr. Jing, what kind of perfume do you wear in your room? It smells so good. I've never smelled such a nice fragrance."

"It's not sprayed, but smoked. The real fragrance should be inherited through the ancient and traditional way of 'smoking'."

"Smoked?" Nan Chuqiu looked down at the corner of the table, trying to find the so-called smoker.

"Well, I smoked it upstairs, but I didn't expect that after a long time, the smell downstairs will also be contaminated."

When it comes to things I am interested in, I forget more words.

"It's called 'Resurrection.'"

Rejuvenation incense.

Qiao Wei's attention was drawn in an instant.

According to the legend, the soul-returning fragrance that can make the bones raw and the dead trees spring up?

Could this be what she was looking for?
"Then, can I go up and smell it?" Nan Chuqiu asked aggressively.

She also seemed to know that her request was a bit too much, clasped her hands together, and blinked playfully with a girl full of arms.

"Please, Mr. Jing, you're such a nice person, you won't refuse, right? I really like this fragrance."

Jing Wang laughed.

I don't know if it's the angle he is standing at or Qiao Wei's psychological effect. Qiao Wei always feels that the skin under his eyelids is too abnormally black.

"Actually, I struggled for a long time when I was upstairs choosing the incense suitable for Miss Nan, and finally..." He opened the gift box on the table, took out a small gift box the size of a palm, and skillfully resolved the problem facing him. Embarrassed by asking too much, "I chose this soul-returning incense for you."

Qiao Wei frowned.

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Jing."

Nan Chuqiu happily accepted the small gift box.

The small gift box is a magnetic clasp, with a white background and a light gold pattern. It looks very delicate, and you only need to drag the box up and down to open it.

Lying in the box was a small round iron box not much bigger than a fingernail.

"It's so mini! It's like the lipstick box used by our ancestors many years ago." Nan Chuqiu played with the \/ in the small iron box for a while, and carefully unscrewed it.

A rouge-like translucent paste.

Nan Chuqiu touched her fingernail curiously.

How long will it last for such a little?

"Don't look at it as a small piece, but it's actually very forbidden. It can be smoked continuously for a week."

Jing Wang seemed to see her doubts, and explained with a smile.

"This revived scent is blended with a variety of floral scents, between oriental floral notes and compound floral notes, soft and sweet, very suitable for a lovely and charming girl like Miss Nan."

What she said made Nan Chuqiu's face turn red again.

He called her cute.

He also said she was charming...

No, no, no, you can't think about it, but...Mr. Jing didn't show courtesy to Qiao Wei, but he was special to her. Does this mean he is pursuing her?

"This is the incense I chose for Miss Qiao, and the name is 'Night Walker'."

What Jing Wang prepared for Qiao Wei was an incense in a black gift box, the smell was a bit strong, enough to make anyone afraid to smell it.

Qiao Wei only smelled it for a while before she was so smoked that she closed the iron cover.

Damn, the smell is so dark, as soon as you smell it, you know that throwing it on the cliff is the rhythm of no one buying it!

"Top notes are complex floral notes, middle notes are carnation and green jasmine, base note is musk."

The taste of green jasmine is small, fresh, sour, and less sweet than ordinary jasmine.

And forget about carnations.

Any small and fresh fragrance, once stirred by it, will become a dark and bold fragrance.

Jing Wang smiled, "Only those who really understand it can smell its sweetness and sourness."

For this unexpected gift, Qiao Wei can't say that she likes it very much, nor can she say that she doesn't like it.

Girls, who doesn't like receiving gifts?

She stuffed the small box into her trouser pocket and thanked her.

"The gift for Mr. Zhuang is a neutral incense blended with violets, green elements, soil tincture, plum trees, chrysanthemum/flowers and incense." Jing Wang took out a box of light gray incense and handed it to Zhuang Shu . "Its name is 'Deep Hell'."

No one can tell what kind of fragrance it is.

Dahlias release a somber greenness, like faded chamomile.

Pair it with the bright violet color to create an atmosphere of mourning and mourning at a dull funeral.

"The meaning I gave this box of incense is—" Jing Wang looked at Zhuang Shu with a slight smile, and said slowly. "Desperation and sacrifice."

Zhuang Shu was taken aback, his expression a little dazed.

He tightened his hands silently, holding the small iron box in his palm.

The good atmosphere was completely ruined by Jing Wang's words.

In the next period of time, the interest of the few people chatting obviously decreased a lot.

The sound of rain outside the window subsided.

Qiao Wei glanced out the window.

The twilight is deep, and everything is shrouded in an invisible place. No one knows whether it is a rabbit or a tiger hiding deep in the jungle.

"It's getting late, thank you Mr. Jing for your hospitality, I think we should take our leave," she said.

If you don't leave, I'm afraid they won't even think about leaving tonight.

Jing Wang nodded, took a few umbrellas from the corner, "I'll see you off."

"No. Our car is right outside the door."

Qiao Wei politely declined, pulled Zhuang Shu who was restless with her left hand, and Nan Chuqiu who was reluctant to let go with her right hand, walked through the rain all the way and returned to the car.

(End of this chapter)