please feel my love

Yan Shanlan's heat completely subsided after two hours.

There was still a little smell of pheromone in the air, Yan Shanlan propped up his limp body, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Damp shattered hair stuck to her pink cheeks and neck, and her nightgown and sheets were wet with sweat several times, exuding a cloying scent of bitter orange blossom.

During this period of estrus, he sweated a lot, did not replenish water in time, and showed symptoms of slight dehydration after the hot flashes subsided.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, tidied up the loose nightgown hanging on his body, and then reached for the water glass and nutritional supplements on the table.

Omega needs to replenish a lot of water and nutrients during estrus, which was originally the responsibility of Alpha, but because Fu Sirong refused, Yan Shanlan went through this difficult special period alone again this time.

He poured several glasses of water in a row, took out another nutrient supplement, and sucked it in small sips.

After the physical discomfort subsided, Yan Shanlan took out the yellowed photo from the drawer and stuck it on his slightly hot chest.

He closed his eyes, stroked the slight scratches on the surface with his fingertips, listened to his own heartbeat through the thin photo paper, and fell into a deep sleep in a strong but irregular rhythm.

Yan Shanlan thought he would sleep for a long time, but the biological clock woke him up at a delicate time.

At eight in the morning, it was time for the Fu family to eat breakfast. Yan Shanlan hadn't eaten for two days, and his stomach was so hungry that he began to have labor pains. However, if he went down now, he would definitely run into Fu Sirong.

When Yan Shanlan opened the door last night, his consciousness was not so clear, but this does not mean that he will forget the scene of being rejected by Alpha.

Omega's self-esteem was hurt, and now he doesn't want to see Fu Sirong's face at all.

Yan Shanlan raised his hand and touched the slightly protruding glands on the back of his neck. Two small blood scabs formed where the inhibitor was injected. The rough scabs scratched his fingers, and it hurt a little when pressed.

He withdrew his hand, his fingertips were clean, without any blood, but just in case, he put a waterproof tape on the wound, and took a change of clothes into the bathroom.

After dawdling in the bathroom for more than half an hour, Yan Shanlan came out covered in moisture.

The hunger awakened by the hot water kept protesting to him, his body was so weak from the heat, his knees and finger joints were red from the hot water, and the long hair on his shoulders was dripping with water.

Yan Shanlan sat in a clean place at the end of the bed and took a rest. He pulled out a towel from the closet, wrapped his long hair in it and rubbed it. When the dripping of the hair stopped, he used a comb to loosen the entangled parts.

He didn't dry it, so he went downstairs with his wet hair.

Counting the time, it was time for Fu Sirong to go to the company, but when Yan Shanlan walked to the restaurant, he found that the person who should have gone out was still sitting at the dining table.

Fu Sirong was staring at the ceiling, but when he heard the movement from outside, he quickly straightened his expression, sat upright on the chair and waited for Yan Shanlan to come in.

He pretended well, but the moment Yan Shanlan walked in, he failed.

After Yan Shanlan took a bath, her wet hair hung down her shoulders, her bathrobe was wet a lot, and she stuck it on her thin and soft body, the exposed skin was still white, but her joints were pink.

This is a picture of a beautiful woman coming out of the bath.

After the estrus period, Yan Shanlan is very different, he has the urge to pity, but he is not in a good mood, there is no smile on his face, and he exudes an aura of not being close to strangers.

Fu Sirong looked at Yan Shanlan, who had a cold face and said nothing, and felt guilty for no reason, but he still bit the bullet and asked: "Why don't you dry your hair before you take it down? Be careful of catching a cold."

"Don't bother you." Yan Shanlan pushed back nonchalantly, without even giving him a straight look, and walked directly across the dining table to the kitchen.

He didn't spray anything, but when he walked in front of Fu Sirong, Fu Sirong could still smell a faint scent of bitter orange blossom entwined with woody fragrance.

Fu Sirong sniffed one of the familiar scents, and was in a daze for a while, and suddenly he was very glad that the housekeeper and maid were all Beta, and could not smell Yan Shanlan.

Yan Shanlan came out after staying in the kitchen for a few minutes, carrying breakfast and milk in his hand, the butler followed behind him, as if he was going to go upstairs with him.

Seeing that Yan Shanlan was about to go back to his room, Fu Sirong quickly stopped him: "Yan Shanlan!"

Yan Shanlan stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly, and looked down at him with a frown.

When Fu Sirong met Yan Shanlan's gaze, he unconsciously straightened his back, "Sorry, I forgot your estrus period..."

"I thought you would want to mark me." Yan Shanlan glanced at him, regardless of the expressions of the housekeeper and maid behind him, and said very coldly: "After all, they have slept."

He has just gone through the estrus period, and he is in a state of needing comfort physically and mentally.

But he was neglected by Alpha before, his tone of voice and expression were very indifferent, without any warmth.

Fu Sirong knew it was his own problem, Yan Shanlan could not be blamed, but he felt very uncomfortable.

He pursed his lips and did not speak. Yan Shanlan in front of him was already so hungry that he lost his temper after a stalemate for a while, and said wearily: "If there is nothing else, I'll go back and rest first."

"Wait!" Fu Sirong stood up with a "chuckle", took the breakfast in Yan Shanlan's hand, put it on the dining table, and sat down on the chair by pressing his shoulder.

He asked the maid to bring the hair dryer in the bedroom, pulled away the chair beside Yan Shanlan, and said in a soft tone: "Let's talk."

Yan Shanlan sat without saying a word, watching Fu Sirong quietly.

The housekeeper following behind him looked at the expressions of the two masters, and when the maid trotted to get the hair dryer, she also slipped away on the pretext of tidying up Yan Shanlan's bedroom upstairs.

Only the newlyweds were left in the restaurant because of the cold war during the estrus period, and the chill in the air was a little bit heavier.

Fu Sirong reached out to touch Yan Shanlan's back, but was dodged, his fingertips only touched a wet piece of cold cloth.

He pressed Yan Shanlan's shoulders, draped the suit jacket on the back of the chair on the thin shoulders, and carefully pulled out the hair covered under the clothes, and said softly, "Don't catch a cold."

Yan Shanlan pursed his lips with a detergent-scented coat on his body, his expression was not looking good, but he didn't take it off.

He picked up the warm milk on the table, took a sip, and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

Fu Sirong opened his mouth and apologized again: "It was my fault last night, I didn't make it clear to you."

"We are legal partners, but I don't want to mark you just because I have a certificate." Fu Sirong paused for a moment, and after a little consideration, he continued: "I want to know you a little better."

Yan Shanlan opened his eyes wide.

The beginning of this marriage was a commercial marriage. From any point of view, he was the weaker party and had no right to refuse, but Fu Sirong carefully considered their relationship.

Fu Sirong cared so much, he thought about everything carefully, and was considerate of his own feelings, but he seemed to be making trouble out of no reason.

Yan Shanlan sat in front of Fu Sirong, silent for a long time.

Fu Sirong didn't know what he was thinking, and he heard him say after a while: "There are a lot of flowers in the Yan family's garden."

"I know."

Fu Sirong has been there twice, and both are the seasons when the flowers bloom the most brilliantly. When you walk into the gate of Yan's house, you can see a large area of ​​blooming flowers.

Yan Shanlan looked at Fu Sirong and shook his head slightly, "I planted some of them myself."

Fu Sirong was stunned.

He knew that Yan Shanlan liked flowers, and that the Yan family planted a lot of flowers, and different varieties would bloom all year round, but he didn't know that Yan Shanlan's hard work was involved in them.

Yan Shanlan picked up the cold toast on the plate and slowly took a bite.

The toast is crispy, with fresh lettuce and tomato sandwiched between them. Every bite is crisp and raw, and it sounds very appetizing.

Fu Sirong quietly watched Yan Shanlan finish his breakfast.

Yan Shanlan wiped his mouth, turned his head and asked, "Can I plant the flowers I like in your garden?"

Fu Sirong guessed that he would ask such a question, so he nodded quickly. In the end, he was afraid of being rejected by Yan Shanlan, so he hurriedly said: "If you need anything, tell the butler. There is only one gardener in the house. I will find some later."

"Understood, then I'll go up and rest first." Yan Shanlan stood up and took two steps before remembering that Fu Sirong's suit jacket was draped over him, "Your jacket..."

He touched his back with his backhand, and the high-end suit was wet a lot, and he couldn't wear it anymore.

Seeing Yan Shanlan's small movements, Fu Sirong smiled and said, "I'll just change it to another one. Remember to dry your hair next time."

Fu Sirong took a new suit jacket and was not in a hurry to go to the company.

He explained some things to the housekeeper, called the gardener, and walked around the garden.

It is said to be a garden, but it is actually a lawn that covers a large area.

The garden of Fu's family used to be full of flowers and trees, but when Mr. Fu and his wife moved to the south, they dug up most of them and took two gardeners with them.

Fu Sirong remembered that he stood on the lawn full of holes and quarreled with his father. He scolded his father for being a moron and refused to leave him potted flowers.

In the end, the flowers in the garden were moved, but Fu Xian left a gardener and told him to take good care of the roses in the greenhouse.

Fu Sirong took a detour to the greenhouse. Through the carved glass, he saw colorful chromophores.

The roses in the greenhouse are blooming.

Mr. Fu planted a lot of roses in the greenhouse, and the branches and vines covered the flower racks, and they would bloom every spring.

He was reluctant to uproot the roses that he had grown for more than ten years, cut only a few vines, and took his wife and packed precious flowers to the south, leaving his single son to guard the huge group and garden.

With the relocation of parents, the original lush garden of Fu's family is only left with the endless lawn, no precious flowers and plants, only sporadic unknown wild flowers blooming in spring.

And the glass greenhouse that cost a lot of money to build has been forgotten by the owner for many years, and no one cares about it except the gardener.

The roses bloomed and withered, and finally ushered in a new owner after six years of going back and forth.

Ke Ye, who couldn't wait for the boss, walked around the garden and finally found Fu Sirong, who was born in front of the flower house.

Ke Ye walked towards the greenhouse, he didn't deliberately slow down his steps, but Fu Sirong didn't notice that someone was approaching behind him at all.

"Mr. Fu." Ke Ye stood half a meter behind Fu Sirong.

Fu Sirong turned his head and saw his personal assistant who had been thrown away to Europe for several months, "He's back."

Ke Ye was about to report to work when the boss asked, "What about the things I asked you to buy?"

The boss only wanted to please his wife, and no one cared about the hard work of the social animals. The expression on Ke Ye's face distorted slightly, and then quickly returned to its original state.

"Here." He handed over the things in his hand, "Are you really married?"

"En." Fu Sirong glanced at the auction certificate, unpacked it and said casually, "Thank you for your hard work."

The kraft paper with intricate patterns only wraps a plain jewelry box and ellipsoid.

Fu Sirong stuffed the ellipsoid into his pocket, opened the jewelry box, and saw what he wanted - a pair of wedding rings.

He pinched the ring and raised it over his head. The golden sapphire inlaid in the center and the small diamonds arranged around it reflected dazzling light in the sunlight.

It was a very grand and luxurious design, and it was difficult for ordinary people to support it, but Fu Sirong knew that Yan Shanlan would definitely be able to control it.

He thought of Yan Shanlan who was still fighting with him, and smiled to himself.

Omega's awkward look is unique, and he likes it very much.