please feel my love

At twelve noon, Jiang Wan fished Yan Shanlan out of the quilt and urged him to wash up.

It was already half an hour after he packed up.

Yan Shanlan followed the team out of the hotel room and subconsciously glanced at the room at the end of the corridor.The door of the room was open, and the hotel's housekeeper was tidying up inside, and the white bedding was piled up on the trolley.

Fu Sirong left.

Yan Shanlan watched the cleaning work in the room, and suddenly felt a slight tingling pain from the tooth marks on the back of his neck, and he moved his neck uncomfortably.

The assistant walked over with Yan Shanlan's suitcase and saw him staring at the room at the end of the corridor wondering what he was thinking, "Brother Lan?"

Yan Shanlan turned his head, and the elevator door opened right in front of him.He lowered his eyes and said, "Let's go."

After the shooting of the cover of Tokyo Magazine, Yan Shanlan rushed to New York to participate in a fashion week.The itinerary was set last year. For this fashion week, he and his team have been preparing for half a year.

The departure was smooth, the flight was not delayed and arrived in New York on time.

Originally, Jiang Wan was worried that his injuries would be seen by others, but fortunately, the preparation time was long enough, and by the time Fashion Week officially started, Yan Shanlan's injuries had already healed.

Yan Shanlan and his team stayed in New York for less than half a month. It happened that he was leading the show on New Year's Eve in China. The phone call from home was unlucky, so he hung up after saying a few words in a hurry.

He was too busy, so busy that the paparazzi posted the photo of him and Fu Sirong and didn't notice it. It was Jiang Wan who saw it and told him.

"Do you want to deal with it?" Jiang Wan held the tablet, his face a little ugly.

Yan Shanlan just came down from the show and was taking off his makeup. When he heard Jiang Wan asking him, he just glanced at the content on the tablet, "No need."

It was nothing more than rumors about rumors, saying that he and Fu Sirong came out of the same hotel one after the other, and they had an extraordinary relationship.

The tabloids were ambiguous and serious, but no one cared.

This time his itinerary to Tokyo was made public early, and the news about Fu Sirong's meeting with his business partner also hit the headlines of the economic section the day before.

Yan Shanlan picked up the water and slowly washed off the makeup on his face. The warm water flowed down his elbows and dripped on the edge of the pool.

He washed his face, stood in front of the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, and raised his hand to touch the mole on the bridge of his nose.

Fu Sirong also saw the gossip.

He only glanced at this kind of entertainment news occasionally, and didn't care much about it, but this time it was different.

After the first morning meeting of the new year was over, Tan Xiao delivered the news from the public relations department.

"Mr. Fu, it just broke out, do you want to deal with it?" Tan Xiao asked him, feeling a cold sweat for the PR department.

It is the dereliction of duty of Fu's public relations department to let people spread such a false scandal.

Qiao Yu was confirming the evening meal with Fu Sirong, and when he saw the tablet handed over by Tan Xiao, the explosive peachy title occupied half of the screen, and he asked uncertainly, "This is... Yan Shanlan?"

In order to reflect the truth, the tabloid also released photos of the two people leaving the hotel one after the other.Fu Sirong's picture is clearer. If Yan Shanlan's picture hadn't been for him looking at the camera, Qiao Yu would have thought it was some tall, long-haired beauty.

Fu Sirong glanced at him and asked, "Where is he now?"

Qin Xiao was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the boss was asking about Yan Shanlan's itinerary, and hurriedly drew out the international news released last night, and said, "Participate in Fashion Week in New York."

Qiao Yu scrolled through the news, "The other party probably didn't deliberately hype it up."

When he was checking in at the hotel, he happened to meet Yan Shanlan and his assistant. The other party was wearing a mask and looked indifferent, without even giving him a look.

"He won't." Fu Sirong pinched his brows, remembering what Yan Shanlan asked him that night.

Gossip, he didn't like that word.

Fu Sirong looked at the comments below the tabloid, and frowned even tighter, "Go and check to see if there is anyone manipulating behind the scenes. The public relations department will guide as usual, but this time it has nothing to do with Yan Shanlan, so don't push it on him."

When Qiao Yu and Tan Xiao heard what he said, they looked at each other in unison.

What the boss meant was that he wanted to find out who was behind the scenes and help clarify, and he had to do it without leaving a trace.

The two looked at each other for a while, and it was Secretary-General Qiao Yu who responded first: "Okay. And the prenuptial agreement has been written. You can see if it needs to be revised."

Hearing that the prenuptial agreement had been written, Fu Sirong felt better. He took the tablet and began to read the prenuptial agreement written by Lawyer Chen.

Qiao Yu asked Tan Xiao to go to the public relations department to explain the matter, and stayed in the office by herself, waiting for the boss to give orders.

Fu Sirong read very slowly, carefully reading each item several times.It was the first time for Qiao Yu to see the boss look at the contract like this, and she wished she could take apart every word and read it carefully.

This is how much you care about your marriage partner.

Qiao Yu felt that her understanding of the boss had collapsed again, although it had already collapsed once when she was having dinner with Lawyer Chen.

When I met Lawyer Chen that day, Qiao Yu had just finished greeting him when Fu Sirong, who was sitting in the chief seat, said abruptly: "Chen Lu, please help me write a prenuptial agreement."

Without any foreshadowing, he frightened lawyer Chen, who had worked in Fu's for more than 20 years and was used to seeing big storms, his tongue tied: "Marriage...a prenuptial agreement?"

"Are you getting married?" Qiao Yu was also taken aback.

"It depends on whether the other party agrees or not. Write a copy first." Fu Sirong said lightly: "Don't let him suffer."

The boss suddenly wanted to get married, and asked the lawyer to write a prenuptial agreement that would not let the other party suffer. Qiao Yu felt that the expression on her face must have been very exciting.

After reading the agreement, Fu Sirong noticed that Qiao Yu was distracted. He tapped on the table and said, "Add one and give him the initiative in divorce."

"Okay." Qiao Yu regained consciousness and wrote down his request.

After finishing writing, Qiao Yu realized something was wrong. Adding this clause, this prenuptial agreement finally felt like a treaty of overlord, but the person who was restricted was his boss, Fu Sirong.

He couldn't help but asked again: "Whose Omega have you taken a fancy to?"

In Qiao Yu's impression, Fu Sirong had never expressed his liking for anyone, and he rejected all the Omega's recommended by clients at the social reception, but he seemed to read the news from the international fashion circle.

He didn't know if it was the iron tree blossoming, or if there was something wrong in his head.

Qiao Yu complained, and suddenly remembered that the other protagonist in the gossip was also an Omega, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her head, thinking that she might know who the future proprietress is.

But before he uttered a word, Fu Sirong gave him a sharp look as if he had received his brainwaves.

Qiao Yu knew it was time to get out. Anyway, as long as the company survived, the boss would have nothing to do with him even if he married Yan Shanlan or married into Yan's family.

I don't know what expression will be on Lao Ke's face when he comes back and finds that the boss has become the first married person among them.

The conscientious secretary-general shook his head, reported the evening schedule again and slipped away.

The office fell silent again.

Fu Sirong flicked his mobile phone and saw the news that the international freighter had been detained at the canal wharf for nearly a week, his expression suddenly became serious.