please feel my love

Yan Shanlan stood in front of the sink in the bathroom.

He had just washed his face, and there were still drops of water hanging from the tips of his hair and eyelashes, streaming down the backs of his eyes like tears.

The mirror in the bathroom was very bright, clearly reflecting the tiredness and irritability on his face.

Since her debut seven years ago, Yan Shanlan no longer followed her sister to these domestic banquets.

Banquets of the rich and powerful are indispensable to gossip. After that incident, even if Yan Shanlan returned to China, he would not attend a banquet like tonight if he could.

Yan Shanlan knew that as long as he participated, Gao Yun would definitely appear in front of him.

He is the most difficult person Yan Shanlan has ever met.

In those years abroad, Yan Shanlan had never encountered crazy suitors, but after several rejections, the other party would retreat in spite of the difficulties.

But Gao Yun is not.

He looked handsome, but under that gentle appearance, there were countless dirty thoughts hidden.

Yan Shanlan rejected him many times, but Gao Yun never knew how to restrain himself. Even after he married Fu Sirong, he sent red roses to the studio day after day.

For six years of constant harassment, Yan Shanlan had nothing to do with him.

Although all of Gao Yun's actions on the surface were outrageous, they did not actually harm Yan Shanlan's interests. As for those behind the scenes, the evidence Jiang Wan and Yan Xueqing found was not enough to completely bring him down.

The centipede is dead but not stiff. The announcement of those things may make Gao Yun jealous, but it cannot be completely resolved.

Yan Shanlan touched the mole on the bridge of his nose, the water droplets on his face flowed down his fingertips, and disappeared into the cuffs of his suit.

He stayed in the bathroom for a while, and told Fu Sirong where he was.

Fu Sirong returned quickly, Yan Shanlan glanced at the phone, and walked out slowly.

The restroom is on the side of the hall, and you have to walk back through a long corridor.

The light in the corridor was very dim, Yan Shanlan walked a few steps, and saw a tall figure standing in front, blocking the only passage leading to the hall.

He thought it was Fu Sirong who had come, and walked a little further, only to find that the person standing there was Gao Yun.

Gao Yun put her hands in her pockets, said with a smile on her eyes, "Lan Lan, let's talk."

"Don't call me that." Yan Shanlan frowned, "I have nothing to talk to you about."

Gao Yun didn't take it seriously, and asked warmly: "Are you still angry? Is it because my parents refused to help your sister?"

"My family can't help a hole as big as Yan's."

He shook his head, his face was full of helplessness and connivance, as if Yan Shanlan had made some excessive demands.

"Stop being sentimental." Yan Shanlan shivered from his disgust, "I'm married, please stay away from me."

Yan Shanlan took a step back. Seeing this, Gao Yun chased after him and wanted to hold his hand, but was dodged.

Gao Yun rushed to nothing, and was not annoyed, but put on a worried look.

"Is it because of Fu Sirong? I heard that you married him by agreement. Now that the matter of Yan's has been settled, you can divorce him too."

"Divorce?" Yan Shanlan laughed angrily at this man pretending to be affectionate, "Fu Sirong treats me very well, why should I get a divorce?"

He sneered and said sarcastically, "Do you think I'll fall in love with you after I get divorced? Stop dreaming!"

"Yan Shanlan!" The warm mask on Gao Yun's face couldn't hold on anymore.

"I've been chasing you for so long, and you didn't even give me a look. Fu Sirong just had a few filthy money to help the Yan family close the financial hole, so you happily agreed to him."

Yan Shanlan has been wearing a wedding ring, which is particularly glaring in Gao Yun's eyes.

With a gloomy face, Gao Yun approached Yan Shanlan step by step.

"I like you so much, I gave you my favorite roses, but why do you?" Gao Yun stared at Yan Shanlan, "Why?"

"If you pursue me, will I agree to you?" Yan Shanlan faced his pressing step by step, and slowly retreated out of the corridor.

He has known Gao Yun for so many years, and after suffering a lot of dark losses, he understands a truth——

Don't get close to the mad dog Alpha, you will become unlucky.

Yan Shanlan stepped on the edge of the steps in the corridor and glanced at the flower bed next to him.

According to Gao Yun's usual method, the people hiding in the flower bed will take pictures of their entire meeting alone, and then the next day, the news of his cheating will be posted on the trending search and on the headlines of every entertainment magazine .

Yan Shanlan didn't eat much at night, but his stomach felt sick.

"How many things have you done behind my back, do you think I don't know?"

"The first time I led a show, you asked the newspaper to discredit me just because I confiscated your flowers; I spent all night shooting the cover of the magazine, and you let people spread the number of Alphas I had at night... You also did the flower field. Bar?"

The designer who invited him to lead the show was a close friend of his mother Atiya. After learning that he made a special trip to France after his debut, he invited him after communicating with him about the design concept of that season.

They were innocent and had no improper relationship, but the newspaper Gao Yun found turned black and white, saying that he had unspoken rules.

Later, the black material was clarified, and the slander against Yan Shanlan changed from unspoken rules to a mockery of him relying on family resources and stepping on his predecessors to become famous.

Yan Shanlan recalled Claremont's anxious expression that day, and the assistant's appearance holding flowers and hesitating to speak.

"How many people's efforts have you ruined?"

He took a deep breath and tried not to shake his voice, "Is this what you said you like?"

Gao Yun didn't expect Yan Shanlan to expose what he had done at this time.

His barely handsome face was distorted, making him very creepy in the night.

"You forced me to do that! If you promised me, I wouldn't do this!" Gao Yun looked embarrassed, grabbed Yan Shanlan's hand, and dragged him towards him.

Yan Shanlan's wrist was restrained by a huge force, and there was a dull sound in the joint, followed by a burst of pain.

Enduring the pain, he shouted sharply, "Let go!"

Yan Shanlan's voice and eyes were full of disgust, and Gao Yun was aroused by him.

"Obviously I liked you first, why!" Gao Yun gritted her teeth, "Lan Lan, I love you, I know you better than Fu Sirong!"

Listening to his high-sounding "confession", Yan Shanlan sneered and asked, "Is your liking just to destroy my career and reputation?"

"Gao Yun, are you disgusting?"

If he has to endure these grievances if he is liked by someone, he would rather be a real notorious suspect.

Gao Yun looked at Yan Shanlan with red eyes, and suddenly let go of his hand after a while.

He straightened his hair and looked at Yan Shanlan with gentle and affectionate eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lanlan, it's because I love you so much..." He closed his eyes and shook his head, "Please forgive me and give me another chance."

The flower beds are rustling, and there is a faint sound of pressing the shutter.

Yan Shanlan knew that someone was secretly filming, so he glanced at Gao Yun's lower body, thinking, if he kicked Gao Yun to death, would Fu Sirong help him deal with the aftermath?

Should be.

Yan Shanlan stabilized his body, stood on tiptoe with his right heel, and silently counted down in his heart.

But he only counted to "two", and Fu Sirong's angry voice came from behind the two of them.

"What are you going to do to my wife?"

Gao Yun seemed to have been awakened suddenly, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Mr. Fu, it's all a misunderstanding, Lan Lan asked me to talk about something."

Fu Sirong looked past him and looked at Yan Shanlan who was standing on the edge of the steps.

When Yan Shanlan saw Fu Sirong appearing, his eyes turned red instantly.

He ran behind Fu Sirong, leaned his head on his back, and called softly: "Brother Rong."

Fu Sirong shook his head, and said to Gao Yun with a calm face, "Stay away from my Omega."

Gao Yun looked at Yan Shanlan who was hiding behind Fu Sirong, and showed a meaningful smile.

"Lanlan, let's talk next time."

Fu Sirong watched Gao Yun's back disappear into the shadow of the corridor, calmed down his anger a little, and then turned to look at Yan Shanlan.

Yan Shanlan's tears had been put away, and he was covering his wrist, his eyes were slightly red.

Fu Sirong took that hand carefully, rolled up his sleeve and saw the red and swollen wrist.

After receiving the news from Yan Shanlan, he rushed over here, and was pestered by a strange lady for a conversation on the way.

I thought I was just asking Yan Shanlan to wait a little longer, but unexpectedly there was an accident.

He lightly touched the swollen area, and heard Yan Shanlan gasp.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Fu Sirong made a note of Gao Yun in his heart, and was going to ask Qiao Yu to check it out when he went back.

Yan Shanlan broke free from his hand gently, "It's okay, just go back and apply some medicine."

When arguing with Gao Yun, Yan Shanlan struggled several times. The suit that was originally neatly ironed was full of wrinkles, and the ponytail tied behind his head was also messed up.

Fu Sirong didn't know how to comfort Yan Shanlan, and patted his head helplessly.

But after feeling it, Fu Sirong, who had calmed down, remembered another thing.

When Yan Shanlan leaned back, he seemed to call his name in a low voice.

"What did you... call me just now?"

Fu Sirong always remembered that Yan Shanlan had never called his name until now.

This is the first time.

"Huh?" Yan Shanlan was stunned for a moment, then called again: "Brother Rong."

When Yan Shanlan said these two words, his tone was very light, obviously following Fu Sirong's meaning, but it sounded like a spoiled child.

Fu Sirong stopped talking, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Yan Shanlan asked him in a low voice, "Don't you like it?"

Fu Sirong lowered his eyes, sighed, and carefully took his uninjured hand.

Yan Shanlan's fingertips were cold and still trembling slightly, Fu Sirong rubbed the back of his hand reassuringly.

"go home."

Yan Shanlan was led by Fu Sirong, and when he walked through the dark corridor, he subconsciously clenched the hand in his palm.