please feel my love

The cruise ship only stopped in the Netherlands for half a day, and set sail for France at five o'clock in the afternoon.

Paris is not far from Rotterdam. The cruise takes one night, and you have to take a car to get off the ship, but the direct train only takes one hour.

Fu Sirong calculated the itinerary, went to the cruise ship with Yan Chu to pick up the luggage, and stayed at home with Yan Shanlan for a night.

Atiya was very happy about this, opened a bottle of cherry wine for dinner, and had a few drinks with Yan Shanlan.

Yan Chu seized the opportunity to drink, and directly dragged Fu Sirong to drink a whole case of Belgian craft beer.

Fu Sirong had met Yan Chu several times at the banquet before taking over the Fu family, and every time he toasted, he ordered the toast, after all, he couldn't get drunk with such a little champagne.

But the craft beer is different. Drinking a whole box of it has great stamina. Fu Sirong bit the bullet and drank it with his mother-in-law for half the night, and fell asleep until noon the next day.

"Why do you drink so much?" Yan Shanlan took a bottle of hangover medicine, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Fu Sirong.

Fu Sirong was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, shook his head, and swallowed the medicine.

Yan Shanlan saw that he had finished his medicine, and twisted an ice towel to wipe his face.

The cold towel was pressed against his forehead, and the pain was relieved, so Fu Sirong felt more comfortable.

But the cunning Alpha insisted on hugging Yan Shanlan and asked for a kiss because of his physical discomfort.

After the two finished their lunch at home, Yan Chu drove them to the station.

Yan Chu handed the luggage to Fu Sirong, and gently hugged Yan Shanlan, "Be careful on the road, and let me know when you arrive."

Yan Shanlan rested his chin on her shoulder, "I see, I'm not a child."

Yan Chu smiled, and said to Fu Sirong who was carrying the luggage: "Xiao Fu is a good drinker, let's drink together next time?"

Fu Sirong's expression changed drastically, his expression was distorted, and he dared not answer his mother-in-law's invitation.

He stood still and didn't dare to move, the radio above his head rang in time, announcing that the train to Paris was coming in.

Upon hearing this, Fu Sirong took Yan Shanlan's hand and ran into the station as if fleeing.

Yan Shanlan was led to run forward by him, and couldn't help but turn back to look at her mother.

Yan Chu stood in the crowd, smiled and waved.

After getting in the car, Yan Shanlan sat by the window, staring at a cloud shaped like a plum blossom outside the car window.

Fu Sirong put away his luggage, sat beside him, hooked his fingers, and asked, "Are you reluctant?"

"A little bit." Yan Shanlan looked down at the hooked fingers.

"I'll accompany you back next time." Fu Srong paused, and said with some fear: "But you have to persuade me, I really can't drink that much."

Yan Shanlan laughed, and agreed with Fu Sirong's resentful eyes.

Once in Paris, the honeymoon is over.

It's just that the brand arranged a hotel for Yan Shanlan near the shooting location, Fu Sirong was picked up by someone from the branch, and the two still lived together.

During the day, Yan Shanlan went to shoot endorsement commercials, Fu Sirong went to the branch office to talk about work, and when Yan Shanlan finished filming in the evening, Fu Sirong picked him up for dinner.

Yan Shanlan's itinerary this time is very tight. Apart from the video, there are still several print posters to be shot. All the shots were taken before sunrise the next day.

Fu Sirong received a call from Yan Shanlan at three o'clock in the morning.

While changing his clothes, he asked, "Is it over?"

"En." Yan Shanlan replied wearily.

"I'll pick you up." Fu Sirong put on his coat and went out without waiting for Yan Shanlan's answer.

The night in Paris is very quiet. During the day, the bustling streets are empty, the shops have turned off their lights, and only the street lamps and hotel signs are still on in the whole city.

After walking for less than 5 minutes, Fu Sirong saw Yan Shanlan who was waiting for him at the door.

He stretched out his hand, and naturally covered Yan Shanlan's cold hand, "Go back."

Yan Shanlan took Fu Sirong's arm and led him towards the opposite direction of the hotel, "I'm not very sleepy, I want to go for a walk."

"Then go for a while, it's too late and unsafe." Fu Sirong didn't refuse, but just tightened his arms and put Yan Shanlan's shoulders against his shoulders.

He had finished talking about his work the day before, and he originally wanted to spend an extra day in Paris with Yan Shanlan, but now it's probably time to catch up on sleep together.

But Fu Sirong doesn't mind too much, he has been to Paris many times, this time as long as he can stay with Yan Shanlan.

The two walked along the main road for 10 minutes, and when they passed an arch bridge, Yan Shanlan stopped.

Standing at the highest point of the arch bridge, he pointed to the dim billboard in the distance, "That's the poster I took last month."

On that poster, Yan Shanlan was wearing a white gauze dress, leaning on a high stool, his brows and eyes were full of cold and alienated expressions, but now there was no lighting, and from the perspective of the two of them, there was only a vague outline.

"Looks good." This time, Fu Sirong did not wait for Yan Shanlan to ask, and answered very consciously.

Yan Shanlan blinked and said, "The hotel we live in Tokyo is opposite the hotel, and my poster was hung before."

"I know." Fu Sirong said.

These three words are like a cryptic confession, hiding a love that cannot be said.

Fu Sirong looked up at the poster, Yan Shanlan stood beside him and looked at him, the air was filled with subtle ambiguity.

Yan Shanlan moved his hand hanging by his side, he wanted to hold Fu Sirong's hand, and wanted to ask Fu Sirong if he still remembered.

However, before he could make a move, Fu Sirong suddenly lowered his head and sneezed solidly.

Fu Sirong rubbed his nose, "It's time to go back."

"Well, I happen to be sleepy too." Yan Shanlan covered his mouth and yawned.

He wasn't really sleepy, but after he yawned, he suddenly felt sleepy.

On the last day in Paris, Fu Sirong canceled his trip to the Eiffel Tower, and Yan Shanlan also quietly postponed his plan to go to the flower market.

The two who returned to the hotel at four o'clock in the morning slept until the afternoon, ate a meal in a hurry, packed their luggage, and arrived at the airport two hours before the plane took off.

Fu Sirong took the luggage of the two of them to the VIP counter to check in, while Yan Shanlan waited outside.

He lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, reporting his itinerary to his family and Jiang Wan, when suddenly someone approached him.

The other party whistled frivolously, "Hey beauty, is it convenient to leave a contact information?"

Yan Shanlan moved the distance between the two of them, frowning and preparing to reject the other party, a tall figure separated him from the person who struck up a conversation.

With a sullen face, Fu Sirong asked in a bad tone: "Excuse me, what can you do with my wife?"

"It's okay, I'm sorry."

When the other party heard that Yan Shanlan was married, her husband didn't look like a good stubble, so he slapped him and slipped away.

Fu Sirong waited until he couldn't see the other party at all, then turned around and checked Yan Shanlan up and down carefully.

He asked, "Have you not been bullied?"

Yan Shanlan shook his head, and Fu Sirong heaved a sigh of relief seeing that he was indeed fine.

Fu Sirong couldn't feel at ease for too long.

After passing through the security check, the two went to the VIP lounge to wait for the flight, but before they could sit down, a pretentious and coquettish voice echoed in the VIP room.

"Brother Si Rong—"

Yan Shanlan felt the person beside him tremble twice.

He looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a young boy standing at the door and waving at them, followed by an unsmiling young man.

"I wish you time, don't make trouble." Fu Sirong's expression was not very good.

He glared at Zhu Shinian, and explained softly to Yan Shanlan: "This is my cousin, he likes to play, don't mind."

Yan Shanlan nodded, Zhu Shinian just came over, and said with a smile, "Hi sister-in-law."

"Hello."

Zhu Shinian smiled, his eyebrows curved. Although he liked to joke, Yan Shanlan had a good first impression of him.

Fu Sirong looked at Zhu Shinian and the young man behind him, "Shi Nian, why are you here?"

Zhu Shinian took the hand of the young man behind him and said, "Come out and play."

The young man struggled slightly, but he didn't break away from Zhu Shinian's hand, so he simply gave up and let him hold it.

Fu Sirong rubbed his head that started to hurt, "Pei Sen, pay attention to his safety."

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu." Pei Sen responded respectfully, then turned to Yan Shanlan and said, "Hello, Mrs. Fu, the first meeting was too hasty, and I have neglected you, please forgive me."

"No." Yan Shanlan said, his palm was scratched suddenly.

He glanced at Fu Sirong, and said to Zhu Shinian, "It's time to board the plane, let's go first."

Zhu Shinian didn't think too much, and said goodbye to him with some regret: "Goodbye, sister-in-law, come and play with me if you have a chance."

"Okay." Yan Shanlan responded casually, and left the VIP room with a hint of urging from Fu Sirong.

"Your cousin is quite interesting." Yan Shanlan smiled and asked, "What's his relationship with Pei Sen?"

"Pei Sen is his personal assistant, and he can also be regarded as his... Alpha." Fu Sirong said, with a bit of melancholy in his tone.

Yan Shanlan probably guessed the reason, and tacitly stopped asking.

There were still 10 minutes before boarding, Yan Shanlan saw that Fu Sirong seemed to be affected by the incident just now, he scanned around the exquisite specialties in the terminal hall, and dragged him to the specialty shop.

They had checked their luggage in advance, but when boarding the plane, Fu Sirong still had a few extra bags in his hand.