please feel my love

Yan Shanlan did not wait for Fu Sirong's reply, but the next morning, he went downstairs in his nightgown and saw Fu Sirong in his living room again.

"Why are you here?" Yan Shanlan stood on the stairs, with the sleepiness on his face.

Fu Sirong stared at his plain face for a while, and then said: "Let's talk about things, and I'll pick you up by the way."

Yan Shanlan walked down the stairs, looked up at the wall clock, it was 27:[-].

This time is not too early, but it takes more than an hour to drive from Fu's house to Yan's house. Fu Sirong showed up in his living room so early, and he will leave at seven o'clock at the latest.

Yan Shanlan noticed the light blue and black under Fu Sirong's eyes, so he couldn't guess what he went through last night.

"Have you had breakfast?" He sat down beside Fu Sirong, the hem of his nightgown slipped down with his movements, revealing his slender legs.

Fu Sirong smelled a very faint scent of flowers from the tip of his nose, and looked towards the source of the scent. A large piece of fair skin bumped into his eyes, and he felt a heat behind his ears.

He quickly moved his eyes away, clenched his hands on his knees into fists, covered his mouth and cleared his throat perfunctorily, "I've eaten."

Yan Shanlan has been looking at Fu Sirong, and found that he moved his eyes away in a panic, his ears were red, and looked along the place where his eyes fell before, only to find his thighs exposed.

He didn't do it on purpose, it's just that the hem of the tie-up nightgown happened to be designed like this. He was used to it in Yan's house and his own room, but he forgot it when he was in front of Fu Sirong.

Yan Shanlan turned sideways, grabbed the hem of his nightgown and covered his lap.

Fu Sirong, who saw the whole process, coughed as if to cover up, but didn't speak.

On the way here, Fu Sirong has been thinking about how to explain to Yan Shanlan that he didn't reply.

In fact, Fu Sirong didn't mean not to reply to Yan Shanlan, because when he received the news, he was discussing with Yan's vice president about the rupture of the funding column, and several hours had passed since he had time to look at his phone.

Fu Sirong wrote and deleted in the dialog box for a while, but still didn't know what he should reply so as not to make Yan Shanlan feel uncomfortable.

Urging people to come back shows that he has a strong desire to control, and he is afraid of being misunderstood as not caring if he doesn't urge people. Yan Shanlan's reply of "it depends" is lying in the chat history.

Fu Sirong pondered for half an hour, but still didn't reply.

That night was the first time Yan Shanlan was not at home since receiving the certificate, and Fu Sirong suffered from insomnia.

He tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was Yan Shanlan's back without turning his head when he went out for breakfast.

Fu Sirong didn't know what Omega meant by "depending on the situation". He struggled all night and decided to go to Yan's house. He happened to hear from Yan's vice president that Yan Xueqing was at home these two days, so he could talk directly about Yan's family. How did Shi's matter end.

Now that he came and saw Yan Shanlan, he didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Yan Shanlan only sat on the sofa for a while and went upstairs again.

Fu Sirong secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and the sound of footsteps gradually receding on the stairs suddenly approached again.

He raised his head vigilantly, startling Yan Xueqing who was going downstairs.

Yan Xueqing stabilized her mind and greeted politely: "Mr. Fu, good morning."

Fu Sirong nodded, "Morning."

Yan Shanlan didn't think as much as Fu Sirong thought, but felt that Fu Sirong's reaction was too innocent, and it was difficult to connect him with the person who took the liberty to invite him into the room that night.

Normally, he might play tricks on Fu Sirong, but today he didn't have any thoughts.

He felt his forehead was a little hot, and there were faint signs of fever. He tried it on the back of his hand for a while, and felt that it was a normal temperature.

But the body really felt uncomfortable.

Yan Shanlan stood in front of the mirror, took a few deep breaths, changed his clothes and went downstairs to have breakfast.

He was getting freshly warmed milk in the kitchen, and when he heard the conversation between Yan Xueqing and Fu Sirong, he hurried downstairs again.

Once in the living room, Yan Xueqing stopped talking, and looked back and forth between his and Fu Sirong's faces.

"Can I sit down and listen?" Yan Shanlan asked them while holding a bottle of milk, putting on a simple appearance of ignorance of world affairs, completely without the aura of killing all directions on the runway.

Yan Xueqing selfishly didn't want her younger brother to hear this, but she couldn't bear to refuse, so she could only cast her eyes on Fu Sirong, hoping that he would refuse.

Fu Sirong saw Yan Shanlan holding a plate in both hands, the fragrance of milk and flowers wafted over as he walked.

The two completely incongruous flavors merged into a subtle fragrance on Yan Shanlan's body.

He lowered his eyes, patted the sofa, "Sit here."

Yan Shanlan sat next to Fu Sirong, listening to them talking, while holding a cup and blowing on the steaming milk.

The estrus period is approaching, and he has been a little tired for the past few days, but he still insists on listening to what he said.

I don't know if Fu Sirong has noticed something, but he speaks very slowly every time he speaks.

He sorted out the reasons and consequences of the detention of Yan's freighter, carefully analyzed the current situation, and discussed with Yan Xueqing how Yan's going forward.

Yan Shanlan listened quietly for a while, and fully understood what was going on.

Fu Sirong said it specifically for him.

He asked several times before, but he couldn't get a definite answer. The information on the Internet is also mixed with truth and falsehood. From the accident at home until now, he doesn't know what happened.

Compared with her sister who didn't want him to worry, Yan Shanlan didn't want to be excluded.

He knows what styles and colors will be popular next year, and has seen the twists and turns in the fashion circle, but he doesn't understand the game in the business field.

He didn't understand, so Fu Sirong broke it up and told him bit by bit.

Yan Shanlan looked down at the milk in the cup, there was no reflection in the pure white milk, he couldn't see the expression on his face.

He thought, probably happy.

Yan Xueqing, who was sitting together, could of course hear it too. Looking at the newlyweds, she had mixed feelings in her heart.

She couldn't have a good impression of this man who asked to marry her younger brother when the Yan family was in crisis. Although he patiently explained Yan's problems, she dared not say that her younger brother chose the right person based on this alone.

No one can guarantee that Alpha will be loyal to Omega.

What's more, my younger brother doesn't even have a decent ring on his hand.

After talking about Yan's matter, the living room became quiet.

Fu Sirong said he was tired, so he picked up a glass of water to moisten his throat, Yan Shanlan sat next to him holding the glass without raising his head, Yan Xueqing was thinking about something, and had no time to talk to his younger brother who quickly buried his head in the glass.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere remained at a delicate critical point.

The butler stood in an unobtrusive position where Yan Xueqing could see him. The maid behind him was holding the freshly made refreshment, and hesitated towards the silent three.

Yan Xueqing fought in silence for a few minutes, and finally selfish desires prevailed.

"Are you going to have a wedding?"

As soon as she said this, not only the two people in front of her, but even the butler standing by the side cheered up.

Fu Sirong raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Yan Xueqing would say such a thing.

He wanted to hold a wedding, and asked Ke Ye to choose a few places suitable for getting married.

But he didn't make his own decision, he turned to look at Yan Shanlan, silently asking for advice.

Yan Shanlan put down the completely cold milk, shook his head and refused without even thinking about it: "It's been a while since I took a wedding cover, so I don't really want to do it for now."

"A little tired," he said.