please feel my love

Yan Shanlan has gone abroad.

Although he has stayed in China for most of the past two years, he made his debut in Europe, and his contacts and connections have stayed there. Before retiring, there are always some favors that must be repaid.

Yan Shanlan didn't want to procrastinate for too long, so he simply asked Jiang Wan to gather all the time and plan to solve it all at once.

After filming the promotional video for his endorsement in the UK, he attended several fashion salons and shootings in Italy as if he was in a hurry. After half a month of busy work, he ushered in Paris Fashion Week.

This fashion week is a week earlier than in previous years and opened in early September.

Several big-name designers have new favorite models. Yan Shanlan, who is about to retire, is still famous and worth, but he doesn't occupy too many important positions. He is only responsible for the collar of the first two days of fashion week.

Although the workload at Paris Fashion Week has been reduced a lot compared to that at the beginning of the year, Yan Shanlan must be present in the early stage and the two days when it officially starts.

It was at this time that Clement found Yan Shanlan.

On the second day of fashion week, Yan Shanlan woke up half an hour earlier than usual, took the elevator downstairs after washing up.

The elevator in the morning was very empty, and no one pressed it all the way down from the floor where Yan Shanlan lived.

The elevator soon stopped on the first floor of the hotel. Yan Shanlan walked to the lobby and saw Clement sitting on the sofa.

The man put his hands in his pockets, his feet were up and shaking, looking a little nervous.

Yan Shanlan went up to greet him, "Long time no see, Clermont."

Clement was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed his nose and said with an embarrassed smile: "Long time no see, can you have a cup of coffee?"

Yan Shanlan glanced at the time, nodded and said, "I still have three hours."

"Then go to the house across the way." Clement suggested.

There is a coffee shop opposite the hotel, the owner is a Chinese, and it opens very early every day.

Yan Shanlan stood for a while in front of the small blackboard full of place names, and said to the boss, "Thank you for a glass of freshly ground Columbia."

"Another glass of Kenya." Clement thought for a moment, "This glass needs to be filled with milk."

Yan Shanlan sat down by the window in the cafe.

That location has a good orientation, you can see the hotel's gate, and you can also see the sun.

After paying, Clement sat on the seat opposite Yan Shanlan.

He looked at Yan Shanlan and rubbed his hands uneasily.

"Sorry, we agreed to cooperate only once, but I heard that you are going to retire..." He scratched his nails nervously, "The inspiration for this design is related to you, so I want to cooperate with you one last time."

At the beginning, Clement had the opportunity to cooperate because Yan Shanlan wanted to repay the teacher's favor. Otherwise, with his current level, it would be difficult for Yan Shanlan's picky manager to like him.

Moreover, he found inspiration from the last shoot, and Yan Shanlan became his muse, so this time, no matter whether he owed favors or added money, Clement wanted Yan Shanlan to be his model.

Yan Shanlan leaned on the back of the chair with his hands crossed over his chest.

He smiled and said, "It's okay, you can talk about your thoughts first."

When the designers talked about design inspiration and creativity, they mostly talked endlessly. When there were 10 minutes left in the three hours given by Yan Shanlan, Clement gave a general idea.

He was concentrating on speaking, and his mouth felt dry just after he stopped.

Clement drank the coffee in front of him and asked, "How is it?"

Yan Shanlan pondered for a while, "The idea is very unique, let me think about it again, how about replying to you next month?"

"it is good."

If there is no rejection, there is hope. Claremont did not expect the negotiation to be completed today.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Yan Shanlan tentatively: "Recently, there are some rumors in the circle that you retired because of your husband."

Clement did not speak too directly.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Yan Shanlan's mouth, "It's my decision, but he wants me to have my own career."

"That's good." Clement showed an admiring expression. "That Mr. Fu is indeed a nice person. If there is a chance, I would like to thank him in person."

"You don't have to be so polite." Yan Shanlan rejected him for Fu Sirong.

Clement let out a sigh of disappointment.

But he quickly brought up another topic: "Has he checked the flowers you sent him?"

"It doesn't matter whether I checked or not, I know the answer is enough." Yan Shanlan was noncommittal.

He caught a glimpse of the shadow reflected on the glass window and looked in the direction of the hotel gate.

The assistant and Jiang Wan were standing at the gate of the hotel. The assistant noticed Yan Shanlan looking over and waved to him.

"My assistant is waiting for me, let's go first." Yan Shanlan stood up, "Thank you for the coffee."

After Paris Fashion Week, Yan Shanlan went to Hungary again.

During the time he was busy abroad, Fu Sirong was not idle either.

In the second half of the year, there were a lot of things for the Fu family. Every day, Fu Sirong sat in the conference room for meetings, or stayed in the office to work overtime, and stayed up all night from time to time.

He didn't have much free time to talk to Yan Shanlan, and with the time difference between Europe and China, the chat in the dialog box was always intermittent.

The chats were incoherent and monotonous, except for "good morning" and "good night", the rest either asked "Are you busy?" or "Have you eaten yet?"

It's strange that the newlyweds haven't talked on the phone for a month after being separated. What's even more exaggerated is that the two have chatted for a month without finding anything wrong.

Fu Sirong suddenly realized this problem one morning in mid-September.

It happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival that day, and the work in his hand had just come to an end, and the group gave employees three holidays.

When others are on vacation, they always try to catch up on sleep, but Fu Sirong has insomnia while lying on the bed.

He has been busy for a month, ostensibly for work, but actually to divert his attention.

After the susceptible period, Fu Sirong and Yan Shanlan shared the same bed for so many days, and they are used to seeing Yan Shanlan's life when they wake up.

Yan Shanlan was not at home, Fu Sirong couldn't help thinking of him when he was free.

Before the holiday, he could use high-intensity work to kill his energy and force himself to rest. Now that he is on holiday, the long-logged thoughts overflow from the leaky bottle like a swollen Coke after shaking.

Fu Sirong opened the dialog box with Yan Shanlan, and scrolled through the chat records of the two of them. Seeing the appalling content, he sighed.

Fu Sirong sat with his mobile phone from twelve o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the morning.

He repeatedly typed several lines in the dialog box, and deleted them all before pressing the send button.

Fu Sirong didn't know what to say to Yan Shanlan, and their conversation was still in the message Yan Shanlan left him the day before yesterday.

Yan Shanlan said he would go to Hungary for a few days.

The time difference between Hungary and China is six hours. It is still night over there, but it is not time to rest.

Fu Sirong rolled up the quilt and turned over, and typed two words in the dialogue box.

He looked at the blinking cursor behind those two words, pressed the send button cruelly, then threw the phone away, and covered himself in the blanket.

At the end of the filming, Yan Shanlan saw the unread message from two hours ago on the screen.

He didn't think much about it, and just opened it.

The message from Fu Sirong only had two words.

Fu Sirong: I miss you.

Yan Shanlan's eyes widened.

He took a screenshot of the message, zoomed in and read it several times before he was sure he read it correctly.

The assistants and staff were packing up the equipment, Yan Shanlan walked a little away from them, covered his face with a windbreaker, and secretly laughed.

He replied four words to Fu Sirong: I miss you too.

In the next second, Yan Shanlan's phone vibrated.

Fu Sirong initiated a video call invitation.

Yan Shanlan flipped through the windbreaker frantically, and finally found the earphones in the small inner pocket.

He picked it up, and the screen of the phone appeared on the screen that he could see when he woke up every day.

Fu Sirong was lying on the bed, his broad shoulders were exposed, and his chest, which he had leaned on many times during making out, was faintly visible under the quilt.

Yan Shanlan brushed his hair tousled by the wind, "Brother Rong."

Fu Sirong looked at the scenery behind Yan Shanlan and asked, "Isn't it over yet?"

"Just finished, ready to go back to the hotel." Yan Shanlan cut to the rear camera and showed Fu Sirong the staff who were packing up.

Fu Sirong responded, and was about to ask Yan Shanlan where to shoot, when the picture suddenly froze.

He was still wondering if the signal was bad, but there was no indication of network anomalies on the screen.

After two seconds, Yan Shanlan's face appeared on the screen again.

"It's only five o'clock in China, you got up very early today."

He just checked the time.

"You're not here, so I can't sleep." Fu Sirong turned over, "Are you still in Hungary tomorrow?"

Yan Shanlan walked under the street lamp, "To Tokyo, depart at 06:30 in the morning."

With the dim street lights and the base makeup with strong concealing power, Fu Sirong couldn't tell whether Yan Shanlan had developed dark circles during this period of time.

But he still couldn't help but said: "It's too early, so you can only sleep for five hours at most, won't your body feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm used to it." Yan Shanlan replied indifferently.

Yan Shanlan chatted with Fu Sirong for 10 minutes by using the street lights of the bridge, and Jiang Wan came over to remind him to get in the car.

"I'm going back to the hotel first." Yan Shanlan waved to Fu Sirong across the screen.

Fu Sirong followed him and waved, "Good night."

"It's almost dawn over there, so it's a little strange to say good night." Yan Shanlan laughed, "Good night."

The video hung up after Yan Shanlan said "good night".

When Fu Sirong saw the madam he was thinking about, his sleepy head became clearer.

He flipped on the bed for a while, clicked on the phone calendar and counted the time.

One, two...be patient, there are still ten days.

Fu Sirong closed his eyes resignedly.