please feel my love

Ten minutes after Yan Shanlan entered the office, his assistant brought coffee.

She first brought one of the cups to Fu Sirong, looked nervously at Yan Shanlan who was sitting on the sofa, put the slightly hot black coffee in front of him, and said softly: "Madam, please take it slowly."

Yan Shanlan was responding to Jiang Wan's news, smelled the aroma of coffee and raised his head, smiled at the assistant who was half squatting on the ground, "Thank you."

"You're being polite." The assistant bowed slightly to him, rubbed his cheeks and ran out.

The door was gently closed by the assistant, and Fu Sirong, who had been facing the window, turned around.

He looked at Yan Shanlan unscrupulously under the cover of the report.

The person sitting on the sofa was replying to the message, his slender fingers were dancing quickly on the screen, his expression was very relaxed, but his back was straight.

He just sat there without making a sound, but he attracted all of Fu Sirong's attention.

Fu Sirong frowned, and tried to look at the report in front of him, but tried several times, and the nearly ten-figure profit in the last quarter still failed to catch President Fu's attention.

He couldn't help but look at Yan Shanlan.

Fu Sirong threw away the report in his hand as if giving up resistance, and the electronic clock on the desk jumped to 11:30.

It's the opening time of Fu's Canteen, and it's time for lunch.

Fu Sirong, who found a legitimate reason to skip work, stood up and walked to Yan Shanlan's side, "Let's go eat."

Yan Shanlan heard footsteps, stuffed the lock screen of the phone into his pocket, and asked, "Where to eat?"

Fu Sirong took his hand and pulled him up from the sofa, "Take you to the company's cafeteria."

The food in Fu's cafeteria is very good. The standard lunch is one meat, two vegetables and stewed soup. After the meal, there are fruits and yogurt. Fu Sirong always eats in the cafeteria when he is not going out or socializing.

Yan Shanlan ate lightly, but he was not picky about food. Fu Sirong asked him to find a seat to sit down first, and he took it according to his preference.

After Fu Sirong took the meal, the number of people in the cafeteria gradually increased.

He scanned around the cafeteria and found Yan Shanlan in the corner by the window.

There you can see the scenery downstairs without being directly exposed to the noon sun. Fu Sirong usually likes to sit there.

Fu Sirong put the dinner plate in front of Yan Shanlan, and sat down with him face to face.

Yan Shanlan brushed her hair behind her ears, picked up chopsticks and ate quietly.

He looks good when he eats, no matter what he eats, he chews every bite slowly, his cheeks are slightly puffed up, but he sits very upright, his eyes don't look around.

When shooting catwalks, the makeup artist always likes to draw eyeliner on Yan Shanlan. His eyes are full of affection, but when he eats, he lowers his eyes, as if he is hiding something on his mind.

Fu Sirong thought, if the Yan family hadn't taken advantage of the accident to propose marriage first, who knows who would be cheaper for such a beautiful Omega in the future.

He bit off the cartilage in the sweet and sour pork ribs hard, and Yan Shanlan put down his chopsticks when he was full.

Fu Sirong passed the yogurt over, glanced to the side inadvertently, and found that the surrounding was full of people, and the braised potatoes Gulu he had just picked up fell on the plate.

The news that the president's wife came to the company spread early in the internal group, and the previously quiet employees uncharacteristically chased after Fu Sirong to ask questions.

Fu Sirong was annoyed by the question and directly blocked the group chat.

People who didn't see Yan Shanlan went to harass the secretariat again, and found out that his wife was eating in the canteen downstairs, so they all left their work and watched in the name of eating.

Fu Sirong did not expect this to happen.

He glanced around, and was shocked to find that besides employees from various departments, his personal assistant Ke Ye was also among the onlookers.

Fu Sirong sighed, and Yan Shanlan who was sitting in front of him asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fu Srong paused, "I was just thinking that you can attract people's attention no matter where you go."

Yan Shanlan was stunned for a moment, but when he recovered, he looked out the window.

He looked at the pink petals covering the street under the window, and said with a sigh: "But there is always only one person who can attract my attention."

His voice was very soft, and he tilted his head again. Fu Sirong asked as if he didn't hear clearly: "Huh? What did you say?"

Yan Shanlan looked at him, moved his lips, closed his eyes and smiled helplessly.

"It's nothing, go get busy, I'm going to the studio."

"I'll see you off." Fu Sirong got up and sent him downstairs, and tapped the other person's shoulder as he passed a certain seat, "Ke Ye, go drive."

Fu Sirong sent Yan Shanlan into the car with a smile, and the moment the car drove out of the parking lot, his smile quickly disappeared.

He remembered what happened just now, and his face slowly became serious.

Although it just passed by in a flash, Fu Sirong still saw that Yan Shanlan's cell phone wallpaper was the back of a man.

I don't know who it is, but it's definitely not Yan Shanlan.

Yan Shanlan has long hair since his debut, and the one on the screen has short hair.

Fu Sirong didn't think much about it at first, thinking it was just an online picture, but what Yan Shanlan said in the cafeteria made him feel depressed again.

He thought he heard it wrong, but Yan Shanlan's face showed yearning and disappointment.

Fu Sirong was in a mess.

After Yan Shanlan married him, she has been abiding by her duties as a legal partner, actively inviting him to mark herself, and explaining the previous scandals openly and secretly.

Fu Sirong understood that he shouldn't doubt Yan Shanlan.

But seeing Yan Shanlan's expression like that, he became uncontrollably jealous.

He was jealous of the man who appeared on Yan Shanlan's phone, jealous of him taking Yan Shanlan's attention away.

Fu Sirong would not be so narcissistic that he thought Yan Shanlan was talking about himself.

Although because of his father, he had some friendship with the Yan family, but that time in Tokyo was the first time he spoke to Yan Shanlan.

He didn't know Yan Shanlan well enough.

Standing in front of the elevator door, Fu Sirong slowly picked up the phone.

Ke Ye drove Yan Shanlan to the studio, and when he passed an intersection, a message played on his phone.

He picked it up and took a look, then quickly put down the phone.

Yan Shanlan, who was sitting in the back row, didn't notice Ke Ye's movements, but noticed the sight of him from the rearview mirror.

He raised his head and looked at Ke Ye through the rearview mirror.

Ke Ye originally wanted to observe his wife's expression, but when he suddenly met a pair of light gray eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

He cleared his throat pretentiously, and asked, "Ma'am... what do you think of the boss?"

"Why do you ask that?" Yan Shanlan looked back and asked calmly.

Ke Ye took a deep breath, and secretly scolded the boss for throwing him a tricky task.

He bite the bullet and said, "It is rumored that you married the boss because of the Yan family."

"Ha." Yan Shanlan, who was sitting in the back seat, uttered a monotone of unknown meaning.

Leaning against the car window, he murmured in a low voice, "If I hated him, I wouldn't marry him."

After hearing this, Ke Ye asked again: "Then do you like him?"

Yan Shanlan looked at the peach blossoms that had mostly withered outside the car window, and suddenly smiled, "I'll tell you a secret."

"I've liked him for years."

I fell in love with it the first time I saw it when I was a child.

Ke Ye was so frightened by the sudden drop of the heavy bomb that he almost bounced, stepped on the brake with his foot, and lost his voice: "Boss, does he know?!"

Yan Shanlan was carried forward by the inertia of the brakes, and his shoulders were painfully strangled by the seat belt.

He hammered the driver's seat hard, "He doesn't know, but if you dare to speak out, I will tell him that you are negligent and dangerous driving, and let him drive you!"

There was a rapid horn sound from behind the car, Ke Ye apologized in a low voice, and drove the car away from the middle of the road.

On the way to the studio, Ke Ye remained silent.

He hesitated for a long time, and when he was finally 500 meters away from the studio, he couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you tell him? I think the boss likes you very much, too."

Ke Ye felt that Fu Sirong liked Yan Shanlan very much, otherwise he would not have married him at the cusp.

"This is not something you should care about." Yan Shanlan looked at Ke Ye in the rearview mirror.

He sat upright and said solemnly: "I should tell him whether I like him or not, so please, don't tell him this for now."

Ke Ye looked at Yan Shanlan for a long time, then nodded silently.

Ke Ye sent Yan Shanlan into the studio.

In the studio, the makeup artist and assistant were chatting, seeing Yan Shanlan coming, they stood up and greeted him.

The assistant noticed the person following Yan Shanlan and asked, "Brother Lan, who is this?"

Yan Shanlan waved his hands indifferently, "People from the Fu family, don't worry."

"Oh." The assistant didn't ask why people from the Fu family came, but just said: "Sister Wan has gone to the airport to pick up her, and she will be there soon."

After he reported his work, he picked up a bouquet of red roses that had been thrown on the table, "Another flower was delivered today."

The delivery slip for the roses has not been torn, obviously it has just been delivered.

"Got it." Yan Shanlan took the flowers and threw them into the trash can.

The flower fell into the trash can and made a "boom", Ke Ye, who was trying to act as the background wall, was taken aback.

He was wondering why his wife lost her temper suddenly, but found that the people in the studio were accustomed to Yan Shanlan's behavior of throwing flowers.

Ke Ye looked down at the bouquet of roses and found that there was no signature, "Who sent the flowers?"

Yan Shanlan was trimming his eyebrows with an eyebrow knife, when he heard him ask, he gave a "tsk".

"It was given by an insignificant person." Yan Shanlan shook the eyebrow knife in his hand to Ke Ye, "You should go."

Not long after Ke Ye left, Jiang Wan and the brand director also arrived.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two parties took out the contract and began to discuss the details.

Yan Shanlan talked about the new endorsement very quickly this time, the other party came for his fame and ability, the endorsement fee was very high, and the requirements were loose.

It took only an hour for the contract to be signed.

"Then we'll see you in Paris in May." The director held Yan Shanlan's hand, "Mi Lei got married and retired last month. I'm really worried that you won't accept the job either."

He smiled and said, "Happy newlyweds."

The director's words meant something, and there were smart people in the circle all around, smiling and not revealing, wishing Yan Shanlan a happy wedding.

Yan Shanlan raised the corners of his lips and smiled quickly, "You're welcome."

The director took him to chat for a few more words, talking inside and out, there was news in Europe that he was going to retire after getting married.

Yan Shanlan smiled and said no, and asked about the fashion week of the next season by the way, when the phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

He picked it up, saw the name displayed on the screen, and said apologetically, "I'll answer the phone at home."

The director originally just wanted to make sure whether Yan Shanlan would retire, and to see if he had other matters, so he took the initiative to leave.

Jiang Wan sent them out, talking and laughing all the way, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Yan Shanlan waited until he could no longer hear the voice of the conversation before answering the phone: "Sister."

"The matter at home has been settled, and I'm going to the United States to discuss cooperation now." Yan Xueqing said quickly, "I'm really not reconciled, but this time our family can survive this time, it's really thanks to Fu Sirong, you and him recently got back together okay?"

Yan Shanlan heard her complaining to himself, and said with a smile: "It's pretty good."

He didn't mention the awkward quarrel between him and Fu Sirong.

"That's good, I'm going to board the plane. Go out for a walk if you have time, don't stay in the studio, you haven't seen your mother for a long time." Yan Xueqing's voice was panting.

Yan Shanlan responded: "I'm going to France next month, I'll go there when I'm done."

The phone rang with a "stinging" noise, and after a few seconds the noise disappeared, and Yan Xueqing said again: "Don't go alone this time, take Fu Sirong with you."

"I'll ask, he may not have time." Yan Shanlan touched the tip of his nose, remembering the question Fu Sirong asked him in the car before.

"Do you want to go on honeymoon?"

At that time, he said "next month", and now it is exactly.

On the way home, Yan Shanlan had been thinking about how to bring up this matter with Fu Sirong.

Last time it was Fu Sirong who asked, this time it was his turn to take the initiative.

But before he could think it through, Fu Sirong asked him when he just came back from get off work: "How do you arrange your itinerary for this month?"

Yan Shanlan received a call from her sister beforehand, and understood that Fu Sirong's question was because Yan's matter had been resolved.

"I will be going to France for a few days in May, and I have no other arrangements for the time being."

He originally wanted to ask Fu Sirong if he wanted to go on honeymoon, so he confirmed the itinerary with Jiang Wan in advance, and the answer would be quick.

Fu Sirong came over to hold his hand again, "The matter of Yan's has been settled, should we go somewhere to play?"

Yan Shanlan felt the warm skin on his palm, raised his finger and scratched it lightly, "Honeymoon?"

"Ah."

"I'll send you the itinerary later, and you can arrange it." Yan Shanlan paused, then suddenly shook Fu Sirong's hand and said, "I want to go to the Netherlands."

The tulips in Holland are blooming this season, and Fu Sirong thought he wanted to see the flowers, so he proposed: "Then we take a cruise?"

Yan Shanlan didn't refuse, and said briskly, "It's all up to you."