please feel my love

The next morning, Fu Sirong opened his eyes, and what he saw was Yan Shanlan's sleeping face.

It had been a long time since he slept with Yan Shanlan in the same bed, and it took him two seconds to realize what happened last night.

Fu Sirong smelled the choking pheromone in the room, and got off the bed lightly.

He opened the windows and the air purification system, and the fresh air dilutes the smell of pheromones and blows away the charming atmosphere.

Yan Shanlan's nightgown and neck ring were still on the ground, Fu Sirong tidied up the room briefly, and lay down beside Yan Shanlan again.

He supported his head and looked at Yan Shanlan quietly.

There is a very shallow mole on the bridge of Yan Shanlan's nose, people with ulterior motives make a fuss about it, saying he is flirtatious.

But during the six months of Fu Sirong and Yan Shanlan's marriage, there was nothing on his glands except for a temporary bite mark.

Yan Shanlan obviously didn't do anything, but the rumors were slowly destroying him.

The Yan family is not the most prominent family, but it is also rich, so Yan Shanlan began to have gossip when he debuted, coupled with Gao Yun's malicious smearing later, some people always think that Yan Shanlan got to this position by dirty means.

However, Yan Shanlan never used his family relationship, even if it was the first time to cooperate with a high-end designer, the other party offered an olive branch first.

Unbeknownst to others, Fu Sirong saw Yan Shanlan's work with his own eyes.

Yan Shanlan has never approached his work with a playful mentality. He will get up early to rush to the scene, and he will spend all night in order to let the photographer take satisfactory photos. He has paid no less than others.

It's not fair to him to attract criticism just because he is too beautiful.

Fu Sirong leaned over and kissed the little mole on the bridge of Yan Shanlan's nose.

In the eyes of Fu Sirong, the mole that feudal superstitious believe is infidelity, as long as it is Yan Shanlan's, he likes it.

Yan Shanlan in his sleep was disturbed by the warm breath, hummed softly, turned his back to Fu Sirong.

His long hair was scattered on the bed, revealing the bitten skin on the back of his neck.

Fu Sirong was not willing to completely mark Yan Shanlan after reaching the end last night.

"Brother Rong."

Yan Shanlan called him one after another, speaking in a soft tone, and the breath smelled of bitter orange blossom.

He was so thin that he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

But when Fu Sirong bit the gland, Yan Shanlan snorted softly.

"You hurt me," he said.

Fu Sirong let go of Yan Shanlan only leaving a tooth mark and a little bit of pheromone.

Now that Fu Sirong recalled Yan Shanlan's words again, he suddenly tasted something unusual.

It turns out that he can also act like a baby.

Near noon, Yan Shanlan turned over again.

He rubbed against the pillow for a while, then glanced at Fu Sirong in a half-dream and half-awake state.

Fu Sirong and Yan Shanlan had slept so many times, and found that when he just woke up in the morning, he would occasionally be a little dazed and staring, as if he couldn't wake up, and he would only wake up after lying on the pillow for a while.

"Are you awake?" Fu Sirong helped Yan Shanlan trim his hair.

Yan Shanlan lazily responded and moved his body.

The gland on the back of his neck was bitten last night, and he is still suffering from fits of pain, and his waist is so weak that he can't straighten up.

Seeing Yan Shanlan's uncomfortable face, Fu Sirong reached into the quilt and folded two pillows behind his waist for support.

After finishing this, he poured another glass of water and stuffed it into Yan Shanlan's hand, "Drink some water, do you want to eat?"

Yan Shanlan shook his head.

Holding the cup in his hand, he took a sip without taking a sip.

When the glass reached the bottom, Yan Shanlan tapped the wall of the glass with his nails and said to Fu Sirong, "Let's talk."

Fu Sirong put the cup on the table and said, "Okay."

Yan Shanlan talked about Gao Yun's first confession to him at the age of 16, all the way to the incident that happened in the studio last week.

Fu Sirong listened silently without asking any questions, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.

"Others, you know."

Yan Shanlan leaned on the pillow, tilting his head wearily.

Fu Sirong held his hand and asked, "You didn't go out before, and it was because of Gao Yun?"

"If you get caught going out, someone will talk nonsense again." Yan Shanlan turned his injured wrist over.

There are no traces of injury on his wrist now, but the red and swollen fingerprints left on it at that time could not be hidden no matter what.

Once seen by people with ulterior motives, all kinds of unbearable rumors will be fabricated, and it will be even more unclear when the time comes.

So Yan Shanlan simply stayed behind closed doors and hid on Fu Sirong's territory.

This is a forbidden minefield for others, but it is the last safe haven for him.

Fu Sirong listened, stroked his fair wrist, "What nonsense would you say?"

Yan Shanlan twitched the corner of his mouth, and sneered a little self-destructively: "Say I'm disorderly, say you raped me."

"How can I be willing to..." Fu Sirong couldn't see Yan Shanlan's expression like that.

He took Yan Shanlan into his arms and hugged her tightly, "Aren't you angry when they say that about you?"

Yan Shanlan wanted to nod, but he paused, and finally shook his head slightly.

"There's so much dirty water to be poured, endless rumors to be clarified, it's too tiring to care about one by one."

"No one cares if I really did these things. They just want to spy on other people's private lives, so it doesn't make any sense whether I'm angry or not."

Although the public opinion turmoil provoked maliciously by Gao Yun six years ago did not destroy Yan Shanlan, but after that, there were years of public attacks, and his love for this career has long since been wiped out.

He still enjoys being in front of the camera, but he doesn't enjoy being a model anymore.

Yan Shanlan closed his eyes and sighed.

His tail was trembling, and his eyelashes were a little wet.

"Lanlan." Fu Sirong worriedly called Yan Shanlan's nickname, stroking his back with his hand.

Yan Shanlan leaned into Fu Sirong's arms, muttering softly: "I hate him to death."

His tone of speaking was very cute, but Fu Sirong didn't laugh.

Fu Sirong had seen what Yan Shanlan said in the evidence submitted by Ke Ye, but hearing Yan Shanlan say it with his own ears, the feeling was still different.

The person who said it lightly conveyed the pain and grievances of many years, but the person who listened did not dare to imagine the situation of the other party at that time.

Fu Sirong was afraid that he would be angry if he thought about it.

Fu Sirong tried his best to restrain himself, but Yan Shanlan felt the low pressure on his body.

Yan Shanlan tugged at his sleeve, "Brother Rong, my back hurts."

Fu Sirong quickly let go of him, and carefully helped him lean on the pillow.

Yan Shanlan breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Fu Sirong, "Do you know what mother called Gao Yun in private?"

"What's your name?" Fu Sirong sat down next to him.

Yan Shanlan smiled, and a dirty word came out of her beautiful lips: "Little bastard."

Fu Sirong froze for a moment.

This is indeed what Yan Chu would say, and Fu Sirong has also heard it.

The group photo on his phone was taken by Atiya, and Yan Chu sent it to him. In exchange, Fu Sirong agreed to her request.

Yan Chu's request was vague.

She said that if there is a little bastard bullying Lan Lan, no matter what Lan Lan says, he must be taught a lesson.

Fu Sirong once thought that Little Wang Baduzi was a synonym for Yan Chu's cursing, but he didn't expect it to refer to Gao Yun.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Fu Sirong pressed against Yan Shanlan, rubbing his nose lightly against his face.

Yan Shanlan looked at him and asked, "Will you help me if you tell me?"

"Of course." Fu Sirong said with a sigh, "You are my Omega."

Yan Shanlan never had the habit of complaining to others since she was a child. She had no chance when she was a child, but now she is past the age of relying on her mother and sister.

Although he is an Omega and has weak privileges, his two mothers are not around, and his sister is busy with his career. He would find it difficult to use his family relationship to clarify scandals occasionally, let alone asking them to make decisions for himself.

He thought he could solve it, but in the end he dealt with it coldly, silently fueling the other party's arrogance.

But now Fu Sirong, his Alpha said he would help him.

"Brother Rong." Yan Shanlan leaned forward and kissed the corner of Fu Sirong's mouth lightly.

"Then help me."

The two spent a while on the bed.

Obviously Fu Sirong's susceptibility period is over, and Yan Shanlan is just an ordinary pheromone disorder, but the two of them are still sticking together.

I don't know how many times we kissed, Fu Sirong asked Yan Shanlan who was lying on his chest: "Lanlan, are you still angry with me?"

Yan Shanlan paused with his hands in circles, raised his head and asked him, "If I say you're still angry, what will you do?"

Fu Sirong kissed him on the face, "Coax you."

Fu Sirong carried Yan Shanlan to the balcony, opened one of the windows, "Look."

Yan Shanlan looked out the window, and suddenly there was a light purple hydrangea in the garden where most of the flowers had withered.

The hydrangeas washed by the rain are clean and fresh, with crystal raindrops hanging on the flower clusters and leaves, trembling slightly against the wind.

Fu Sirong asked the gardener to plant the hydrangea in the yard under Yan Shanlan's window, so that Yan Shanlan could see it at a glance when standing in front of the window.

"Father gave it to you, do you like it?" Fu Sirong bit Yan Shanlan's ear, "It's so heavy."

Yan Shanlan blinked, "I like it."

He is very easy to coax, as long as a beautiful flower is enough.

But Fu Sirong felt that it was not enough.

Fu Sirong pointed to the open space where the garden and the house are connected, "Then I'll ask the gardener to plant one for you, and then plant a few wooden hydrangeas, okay?"

Yan Shanlan thought for a while and said, "Okay."

"Plant this year, and it will bloom tomorrow in spring and summer."

Fu Sirong stared at the garden for a while, and then said: "Is it too monotonous to only have hydrangeas? Do you want to build a gazebo and a koi pond? Or do you like something else?"

He didn't know what to give, so he decided to copy his father's garden, and then remembered to ask Yan Shanlan for advice.

Yan Shanlan was amused by his landlord remarks, and joked: "Are you burning too much money?"

Fu Sirong replied very seriously: "Don't panic if you like it."

Yan Shanlan laughed, "Who did you learn from?"

"Old man." Fu Sirong answered honestly.

"When they first moved to the south, they had a fight about what flowers to plant in the garden... Actually, it wasn't a fight, but my mother was so angry that she wanted to go back to her mother's house. Later, the old man planted a lot of hydrangeas in the garden to make her happy. Even the original design drawings were changed.”

Fu Srong paused, and then said: "He used to think that hydrangeas were difficult to serve, so he refused to plant them."

Yan Shanlan was sitting on the balcony listening to Fu Sirong talk about his parents, with his legs dangling, swinging back and forth in mid-air.

After Fu Sirong finished talking about the "love-hate entanglement" caused by his parents because of the hydrangea, he rested his head on Yan Shanlan's neck.

"Lan Lan, I can give you whatever you like, even taking the moon off." He said in a muffled voice.

Yan Shanlan looked at the lonely hydrangea tree under the eaves, rubbed Fu Sirong's head, "Just plant flowers."

Yan Shanlan made a choice, and Fu Sirong happily dialed the inside line to talk to the housekeeper about planting flowers.

He made a lot of requests, and he didn't know what the housekeeper said. In the end, Fu Sirong said "Then you ask Madam" and hung up the phone.

Yan Shanlan listened beside him, feeling helpless and funny.

He took out a bouquet of dried flowers from the drawer and handed it to Fu Sirong who was about to come over just after hanging up the phone, "Ji's snapdragon flowers are about to bloom. I made dried flowers and gave them to you."

The air-dried snapdragon grass does not look like an anchovy goldfish. The slightly curled and wrinkled petals are withered and yellow, and they will make a "rustling" sound when shaken lightly. They look too fragile to be touched.

Afraid of damaging the flower, Fu Sirong held the stem and took it.

Holding the dried flower, he said seriously: "I will put it in the study and put it away carefully."

Yan Shanlan smiled indifferently, "If it's broken, I'll just make it when it blooms next year."

It's just a bunch of dried flowers, not some priceless treasure.

But Fu Sirong refused, "No, this is the first gift you gave me, I have to keep it well."

Yan Shanlan looked at Fu Sirong suddenly, his nervous and cautious appearance almost made Yan Shanlan think that he knew the meaning of this bouquet of flowers.

But Yan Shanlan took a closer look and found that Fu Sirong really only valued the gift he gave him.

He lowered his eyes to block the disappointment in his eyes, and suddenly a hot object was pasted on his face.

"During the Chinese New Year next year, let me go home together." Fu Sirong pressed his hand against Yan Shanlan's side face, "My parents have always wanted to see you, but this time I went back by myself, and my father scolded me for shame."

Yan Shanlan bit his lip and did not answer.

Fu Sirong bent down and looked at him at the same level, "They know that Gao Yun did those things, it's too late to be distressed, and they won't hate you."

Perhaps it was caused by the pheromones belonging to Alpha in his body, Yan Shanlan stretched out his hands to hold Fu Sirong's face.

Under the gaze of those deep eyes, he agreed lightly: "Okay."

Fu Sirong took advantage, put down the flowers and hugged Yan Shanlan again, "Father has planted a lot of flowers, you can talk about it then."

Yan Shanlan laughed, "I want to talk about you more than flowers."

Fu Sirong's expression changed, and he leaned over to kiss him, but was avoided.

Taking advantage of Fu Sirong's unpreparedness, Yan Shanlan jumped up and was about to run, but he grabbed his back and pressed him on the bed.

"Let me kiss you."

"No!"

The author says:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.