please feel my love

There was an unplanned itinerary on the honeymoon trip, and Fu Sirong was very quiet for the rest of the time.

He didn't leave any marks on Yan Shanlan's body anymore, and the activities before going to bed canceled the exercise that challenged Yan Shanlan's flexibility, and only kept the good night kiss.

The night before arriving in the Netherlands, Fu Sirong was lying on the bed, holding Yan Shanlan's hand and chatting with him, asking the two mothers what they liked.

Meeting Yan Shanlan's mother is definitely different from talking about work with an elder sister of the same generation. Fu Sirong's ability to take the initiative in front of Yan Xueqing does not mean that he dares to do so in front of the elders of the Yan family.

Yan Shanlan agreed to him hastily. He didn't hold a wedding or meet the parents of both parties. Fu Sirong was very worried that they would dislike him.

Yan Chu is famous for pampering children, and Atiya is even more so.

Fu Sirong remembered his father's evaluation of Yan Chu, took Yan Shanlan's hand uneasily, and kissed the ring on his ring finger.

Yan Shanlan could see that he was nervous, so he didn't pierce the last bit of his disguise, but calmed him down a little during the good night kiss.

On the day the cruise ship arrived in the Netherlands, Yan Chu personally drove to pick them up.

"Lanlan!" She stood in the crowd and waved to Yan Shanlan on the deck.

Yan Chu is tall, and after retiring to the second line, he still has short, capable hair, but he has restrained his cold elite temperament in his early years. He looks like an ordinary family-type Alpha who loves his wife and children.

When Yan Shanlan saw her mother, the first thing she did after getting off the boat was to give her a big hug.

"Mother!" Yan Shanlan raised his feet and rubbed against Yan Chu's shoulder.

Yan Chu patted him on the back lightly, said a few words in a low voice, and then smiled at Fu Sirong who was standing not far away, "Xiao Fu is here too."

"Hello." Fu Sirong bowed slightly.

"Don't be nervous." Yan Chu was very satisfied with his attitude, and said with a smile: "Get in the car."

Fu Sirong responded in a low voice, and helped Yan Shanlan open the car door before Yan Chu.

Yan Chu raised his eyebrows, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Yan Shanlan sat in the co-pilot and chatted with his mother, while Fu Sirong sat in the back row with Gift and listened to the two talking, staring at Yan Shanlan's beautiful profile from time to time.

The elders of the Yan family lived not far from the pier, and it took only 10 minutes by car to arrive there.

As soon as he got off the car, Fu Sirong was stunned by a large field of tulips in full bloom in front of him.

The white and warm-toned flower buds sway slightly in the wind, and there is a faint fragrance in the air. A wooden plank road winds out from among the half-meter-high flowers. Another mother of Yan Shanlan, Atiya, is standing with a small parasol Where.

The beautiful blond lady waved to Fu Sirong.

Yan Chu's genes are very strong, neither Yan Xueqing nor Yan Shanlan inherited Atiya's blond hair, but Yan Shanlan's eyes are more like hers, they are both transparent and beautiful light gray.

Atiya was born in Northern Europe, with long platinum-blond hair hanging down her waist, and light gray eyes full of compassion, she is called the Nordic elf by many people.

She looks cold and alienated, but her personality is very gentle, and her smile is as warm as the warm sun melting ice and snow in March.

Yan Chu took Yan Shanlan to see the newly planted tulips, and Fu Sirong went up to say hello to Atiya with a gift.

Atiya smiled and led Fu Sirong through the long wooden plank road, and from the stairs outside the house to the terrace on the second floor of the villa.

Atiya asked Fu Sirong to sit on the sofa on the terrace and made him a cup of black tea.

She put the exquisite tulip teacup on the table, folded her hands on her knees, and asked softly: "Thanks to you for the matter of Yan Shi, Lanlan didn't cause you any trouble, right?"

Fu Sirong looked at the sea of ​​flowers under the terrace. The view from the terrace was very good, and he found Yan Shanlan who was squatting on the boardwalk talking to Yan Chu without too much effort.

He looked at Yan Shanlan's back and smiled, then turned his head and said to Atiya, "Lanlan is fine."

Atiya looked at Fu Sirong, her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes changed slightly.

She sighed, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Sirong tensed his back, "Just call me by my name."

Atiya shook her head, "Ah Chu and I are not by his side, he doesn't like to worry about the family, he keeps many things hidden, if someone bullies him..."

"I will take good care of him." Fu Sirong answered the words very consciously.

"There are often rumors outside, but please believe him." Atiya looked at Fu Sirong with a little worry.

"I understand." Fu Sirong confessed, "Although it was said to be a commercial marriage, I got married because I really liked him."

"please do not worry."

Atiya looked at Fu Sirong, as if observing whether he was telling the truth.

The two were silent for a while, and there was a sound of brisk footsteps on the boardwalk, and it was Yan Shanlan who ran over.

He squatted among the flowers and trimmed the flower branches, while Yan Chu stood behind him, pointing at something from time to time.

Atiya looked at the youngest son in the distance, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll leave it to you, Lan Lan."

Fu Sirong complied meekly and handed the gift to Atiya.

The blue iris flower tea set Yan Shanlan chose was very pleasing to Atiyah. Although she guessed that her son chose it, she also liked Fu Sirong a little more.

There was still some time before lunch, and she and Fu Sirong talked about herself and Yan Chu.

Adiya is the daughter of a wealthy Icelandic businessman. Before she got married, she had many suitors, and Yan Chu was one of them.

She was not the most qualified, nor the most outstanding, but Atiya finally chose to marry her.

Perhaps because she is also a woman, although Yan Chu is as insensitive to emotions as other Alphas, she knows how to please Atiya very well.

Atiya is lactose intolerant, and Yan Chu would remind the chef to remove the milk every time he had a date for dinner; Atiya likes flowers that only bloom in warm spring, so Yan Chu showed her love to her on her birthday with a large bouquet of tulips.

Later, Yan Chu proposed to Atiya, and she agreed without much hesitation.

After Atiya married Yan Chu, she went back to the Yan family with her, and gave birth to Yan Xueqing in the first year, and Yan Shanlan in the fifth year.

She was not in good health after giving birth to two children, so Yan Chu released her power early after her daughter became an adult, and took her to the Netherlands, which is warmer than her hometown Iceland.

They settled down in Rotterdam, and Yan Chu bought a villa near the port, and the yard in front of the door planted Atiya's favorite tulips.

Yan Chu grows some tulips every year. After a few years, the yard in spring will become a sea of ​​colorful flowers.

Atiya talked a lot, but Fu Sirong had never heard the love stories of his parents' generation, so he listened carefully.

The old man in his family disdained to tell his son these things, and his mother rarely mentioned them, which caused him to be ignorant about love and married life, and he had to figure it out by himself.

Before meeting Yan Shanlan's mother, Fu Sirong never thought that his mother-in-law would give him the first love guidance, but naturally he must grasp the opportunity presented to him.

"Where is Lan Lan, what was he like when he was a child?" Fu Sirong sat upright, leaning forward slightly, like a student humbly asking for advice.

He asked a lot of questions about Yan Shanlan, Atiya answered some, but didn't tell him all.

"He should tell you about Lanlan." She smiled at Fu Sirong, and said, "It's getting hot, go and ask them to come in."

Yan Shanlan trims flower branches in the flower field.

The scissors cut off the half-opened flowers along the roots, leaving flower bulbs, which will grow new buds in the following year.

Yan Chu stood behind him and asked, "Are you happy marrying him?"

"Yes." Yan Shanlan replied in a low voice, "Happy."

Yan Chu parted his collar and long hair, looked at the collar around his neck, "Not yet marked?"

"I want to get more familiar with him before I let him mark it." Yan Shanlan didn't tell Yan Chu that this was Fu Sirong's suggestion.

Yan Chu knelt down beside him and asked in a low voice, "Did you tell him about the matter over there?"

Yan Shanlan's hands holding the scissors shook, the flower branches were cut crookedly, the half-bloomed flowers fell on the field ridge, and the light pink petals were stained with soil.

He picked up the flowers and shook off the dirt gently, "No, he has helped so much before, I don't want to bother him anymore, and I can solve this matter myself."

Yan Chu frowned, and asked, "Is that little bastard still sending you flowers?"

Yan Shanlan stopped cutting the flowers.

He lowered his head, his long hair covered the expression on his face, "I confiscated it and threw it away."

"Throwing away is one thing, but you have to let Fu Sirong know that Alpha's jealousy is terrible." Yan Chu took out a handkerchief and helped him wipe off the sweat on his cheeks and nose.

Yan Shanlan looked at her, pursed his lips, and asked, "Mother, would an Alpha want his Omega to mention other Alphas?"

Yan Chu shook his head, and sighed again after understanding what he meant.

Yan Shanlan knew what her mother was worried about. After a while of silence, she said, "I haven't figured out how to tell him. I will tell him when I have a chance."

"Okay." Yan Chu stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his knees, "He's here."

Yan Shanlan raised his head and saw Fu Sirong coming from a distance, picked up the cut flowers and walked towards him.

The warm wind blows through the sea of ​​flowers, setting off a warm wave, and the petals fall on the wooden plank with the wind.

Yan Chu looked at the two walking hand in hand, and felt that he was probably worrying too much.

When the Yan family was on the verge of bankruptcy, he was willing to marry Yan Shanlan against rumors and pressure, not to mention whether he was as jealous as other Alphas, but Fu Sirong's feelings were at least sincere.

The process of young people getting married is like opening a blind box. They don’t know what kind of surprises the other party will give. They are both nervous and excited. Unlike old couples like them, they can tell what the other party is thinking with just one look.

Yan Chu walked up to Atiya, smiled and said in her ear, "It's nice to be young."

Atiya, who was still worried, was amused by her, and gently pushed her shoulder.