please feel my love

Halfway through the dinner, Fu Sirong took Yan Shanlan into the car.

The two walked abruptly, but no one would hold them accountable for their sudden departure.

The driver drove in the direction of Fu's house. When passing by a pharmacy, Fu Sirong asked him to get out of the car to buy ice packs.

Yan Shanlan clutched his wrist and leaned against Fu Sirong's arms, his body was so tight that it could even be called a snuggle.

Fu Sirong put his arm around Yan Shanlan's shoulder, put his injured hand on his leg, and applied an ice pack to it.

The ice pack was very cold, when Fu Sirong put it on his wrist, he heard Yan Shanlan hum softly.

With his fingertips, he gently pressed the ice pack on the side of Yan Shanlan's wrist and lifted it up.

Tiny drops of water formed on the outside of the ice pack, dripping down his fingers and the edge of the ice pack, and by the time he got home, Fu Sirong's pants were already wet.

He ignored his clothes, threw the ice pack on the table, and helped Yan Shanlan back to the room.

Yan Shanlan was surprisingly quiet today.

He sat quietly on the chair and looked up at Fu Sirong.

Fu Sirong knew that he was injured and was a little angry, but seeing Yan Shanlan's appearance, he couldn't help but soften his tone.

"Does it still hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Yan Shanlan shook his head lightly, "I don't want to go out these few days."

Fu Sirong sat in front of Yan Shanlan and helped him unbutton his suit jacket, "Then stay at home, tell the butler what you want, and let him do it."

"En." Yan Shanlan responded, and followed Fu Sirong's movements to take off his coat.

Fu Sirong put the coat aside, unbuttoned the cuff buttons and rolled up the sleeves, exposing his injured wrist.

The redness and swelling of the ice-compressed area subsided somewhat, but there were still five clear fingerprints on the slender wrist.

Fu Sirong found a box of plasters in the medicine drawer, opened the package, and pasted the plaster with a strong medicinal smell on Yan Shanlan's wrist.

The cool ointment has an analgesic effect. Not long after putting it on, Yan Shanlan felt the pain in his wrist disappear.

He touched the plaster on his wrist and asked Fu Sirong: "What did Gao Yun tell you?"

Fu Sirong was packing his things when he heard this.

He turned his head, looked at Yan Shanlan, and said, "Say you are childhood sweethearts."

Yan Shanlan sighed, with tiredness and boredom in his eyes.

"It's just that the parents know each other." He paused, then looked up at Fu Sirong, "Don't you ask?"

Fu Sirong asked in a low voice: "Do you want me to ask at this time?"

Yan Shanlan pursed his lips, staring at Fu Sirong without speaking.

His eyes were full of emotions, Fu Sirong couldn't tell what it was, maybe he was sad or bored, but he was not dissatisfied with himself.

What happened tonight, in the final analysis, was because I was eager to declare my sovereignty to others, but ignored Yan Shanlan's feelings.

He didn't want to come, because he insisted on bringing him here because of his soft-heartedness, and he was injured.

Fu Sirong regretted it.

He shouldn't have made such a mistake.

Fu Sirong clenched his fist, and the package in his hand was crumpled up.

It took him a few minutes to calm down, and he threw the package of the plaster in the trash along with his bad mood.

"Let's talk about it after you recover from your injury."

Fu Sirong stroked Yan Shanlan's hair lightly, without revealing any unpleasant emotions.

Yan Shanlan put one hand on Fu Sirong's shoulder, and raised his foot to make him take off his trousers.

The thighs covered by the trousers are tied with shirt clips for fixing the shirt.

Black leather bands bounded the thighs, white flesh overflowed from the edges, and the hem of the shirt half covered the hip bones.

Fu Sirong unfastened his shirt clip, seeing the red mark drawn by the leather ring, his eyes darkened for a moment.

If Yan Shanlan's hand hadn't been injured by Gao Yun, maybe they could have an in-depth exchange at night.

But right now, Yan Shanlan's mood and body are not suitable for doing this.

Fu Sirong hugged Yan Shanlan, who was only wearing a shirt, to wash up. He had done it many times before, and he was still familiar with it now.

After taking a bath, Yan Shanlan was carried to bed by Fu Sirong. The hot water made the corners of his eyes red, but washed away the bad look in his eyes.

Fu Sirong sat by the bed, dimmed the lights in the bedroom, "Take a good rest, if your hand still hurts tomorrow, ask the housekeeper to call the doctor to come and see."

"Good night." He leaned over and kissed Yan Shanlan.

Yan Shanlan closed his eyes, hooked Fu Sirong's fingertips with his fingers, and his soft lips responded silently.

Fu Sirong didn't leave immediately after saying good night.

He sat by the bed and held Yan Shanlan's uninjured hand for a while.

Accompanying Yan Shanlan until he fell asleep, Fu Sirong helped him pull the quilt and left a small night light before leaving quietly.

He didn't go back to his bedroom, but sat in front of the computer in the study, staring at Yan Shanlan's photo on the screen and meditating all night.

Yan Shanlan slept very restlessly.

He struggled for a long time, half asleep and half awake, and was finally awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone.

It was Jiang Wan calling.

"Sister Wan." Yan Shanlan said weakly while lying on the bed.

Jiang Wan keenly heard something was wrong in Yan Shanlan's voice, "Lan? What's wrong with you?"

"I sprained my wrist, so let's postpone this afternoon's work for a few days." Yan Shanlan told her what happened last night.

Jiang Wan knew what Gao Yun had done, and when he heard that he had hurt Yan Shanlan's hand, he yelled loudly on the phone.

Yan Shanlan listened, raised his hand to look at the plaster on his wrist, and suddenly felt bored.

"Sister Wan." He interrupted Jiang Wan, "I want to retire."

Yan Shanlan told Jiang Wan about this last year. At that time, Jiang Wan advised him to persevere. After all, it was the golden age of his career, and it would be a pity to retire.

In the end, the two discussed a compromise, shifted their focus to China, and continued to work as a model.

But now, Yan Shanlan doesn't want to do it anymore.

Seven years after his debut, he appeared on the cover of the most watched magazines, gained money, fame and fortune, and married Fu Sirong as he wished.

Even if it wasn't fully marked, Fu Sirong was already his.

And this job has no reason for him to stick to it, except that it will attract Gao Yun's harassment and become a handle for him to manipulate.

Jiang Wan was quiet for a while, then asked, "Have you decided yet?"

Yan Shanlan rolled up the quilt and said sullenly: "I'm tired, if there is any favor that must be repaid, please help me arrange it."

Jiang Wan sighed several times.

She understood that Yan Shanlan had made up her mind, but she still felt a pity in her heart that the model she had been leading for seven years retired at the peak of her career.

"If this is the option you have considered, I will not stop you. I will help you deal with the things that can be discussed, and the rest that cannot be rejected will still require you to work hard for a while."

Yan Shanlan gave an "um" and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Wan smiled wryly, "What are you talking about, is your hand injured seriously?"

Yan Shanlan tore off the plaster on his wrist, touched the injured area with his fingers, and then moved a little, a slight dull pain came from the cracks in the bones.

"The swelling has subsided, and there is still a little pain."

"That's good." Jiang Wan hesitated for a moment, then asked again: "Does Mr. Fu know?"

"He knows." Yan Shanlan pretended to be relaxed and said, "He is not angry, and even put ice on me for a while, don't worry."

Jiang Wan didn't realize that he was lying, and told him several times to take care of his injuries before hanging up the phone reluctantly.

Yan Shanlan was lying on the bed, and the phone with the screen turned off was thrown aside.

He stared at the ceiling, recalling Fu Sirong's reaction last night.

Fu Sirong restrained himself very well, Yan Shanlan knew that he was angry, it was only because of his hand injury that he didn't attack.

On the day he moved into Fu's house, he told Fu Sirong that he had a bad reputation. Fu Sirong said he didn't care, but how could Alpha really not care about his Omega reputation.

Alpha's forbearance is not connivance, and he has no ability to solve this matter by himself.

Yan Shanlan thought about it, and decided to talk to Fu Sirong about Gao Yun after he recovered from his injury.

In President Fu's office.

Fu Sirong sat on the boss's chair with a cold face, with the report just stopped by the public relations department in the morning and a report of Gao's industry in his hand.

Ke Ye and several secretaries stood at the table with their heads down, but they couldn't help but glance at the report.

"Ke Ye." Fu Sirong knocked on the table.

Ke Ye was called out of the blue and shook his shoulders as if he had woken up.

Fu Sirong glanced at him and said, "During this time, you bring a few people with Madam, so that he won't get hurt again."

"Yes."

Ke Ye looked at Fu Sirong, then at the huge headline on the report, the bold word "derailment" was a special entry.

This is the third report about Yan Shanlan's scandal that Fu's public relations department stopped this year.

Different from the previous two fabricated ones, this one is as detailed as if you saw it with your own eyes, and there are several high-resolution photos of Yan Shanlan and other Alphas "holding hands".

As the only person in the Fu Group who knew the news, Ke Ye didn't believe a single word in the report, but he couldn't hold back the depression emanating from the boss.

He hesitated for a moment, then said: "Boss, Madam wouldn't do such a thing, he—"

"Do you need to say that?" Fu Sirong glared at him, "Go and do what you should do."

Ke Ye glanced at the secretaries sympathetically, and quickly slipped out of the office before the boss regretted it.

After Ke Ye left, Fu Sirong picked up the Gao's property report on the table, circled a few places with a pen, and handed it to Qiao Yu who was closest to him.

"I've been keeping an eye on Gao's lately, and I'll report back as soon as there is any new situation. In addition, let several departments select a group of people to come out for training, and then expand the business."

"PR and legal continue to gather evidence and prepare for prosecution."

After calmly arranging the next tasks, he held a brief meeting with several secretaries and let them leave.

The office became quiet again after the secretaries left, and the solemn atmosphere dissipated. Fu Sirong held his chin, picked up the report and read it again.

The content of the report was nothing more than what happened last night, but unscrupulous reporters cut the content from the beginning to the end, and even distorted the facts to compile a so-called report of Yan Shanlan's cheating.

Fu Sirong knew that this was not true, and he also knew who wrote it. He still had a stack of such reports in his drawer.

But when he thought that Yan Shanlan was hiding something on his mind, he became irritable again.

After the honeymoon, they went from sleeping in separate rooms to occasionally waking up in each other's bed. The relationship seemed to be closer, but it seemed not.

Yan Shanlan was like the bitter orange fragrance wafting in the bedroom, covering Fu Sirong's body, he could clearly feel it, but couldn't grasp it.

Fu Sirong was very distressed, he wanted to get closer to Yan Shanlan, but if the current matter was not handled properly, the beautiful lady at home would be injured again because of his mistake.

Yan Shanlan's "Brother Rong" echoed in Fu Sirong's mind.

He was showing weakness to himself, worrying about whether he might misunderstand, and taking care of his emotions.

Fu Sirong recalled how Yan Shanlan hooked his fingers to sleep last night, and the injured Omega showed a fragile expression, snuggling up to his side cautiously.

Yan Shanlan has been working abroad alone for seven years, and has long been used to handling things by herself, without relying on anyone and not taking the initiative to complain.

Fu Sirong once again felt guilty for his negligence.

But Yan Shanlan's injury also made him sure of one thing, the person in the photo is not Gao Yun.

Yan Shanlan's attitude is very clear, he can't avoid Gao Yun.

Fu Sirong had never seen Yan Shanlan at a party, at first he thought he had been traveling abroad, but now that he thought about it, he was deliberately avoiding Gao Yun.

Since Gao Yun is not someone Yan Shanlan cares about, and still uses such dirty means to humiliate his lover, Fu Sirong will not be polite to him.

Fu's business in his grandfather's generation was real estate and catering, and he started to enter IT under the hands of his father. Although he has never dabbled in shipping trade, he is not inexperienced.

When Fu Sirong helped Yan Xueqing handle the capital chain, the secretary and some Fu's employees did in-depth research on international shipping trade. Now, if they want to get involved in this cake, they can only start from the original group.

No one would think that he earned a lot of money, and he is married now and has to support his wife.

Fu Sirong threw the report into the drawer, and made a call to the person in the address book.

The person on the other side of the phone was still a little confused when he received the call, Fu Sirong said hello, and went straight to the point——

"Sister, do you know Gao Yun?"