please feel my love

The plane landed at the airport in the afternoon, and Fu Sirong called Yan Shanlan when he was going to the underground garage.

The buzzer rang for a while, but Yan Shanlan didn't answer, and the phone automatically hung up.

Fu Sirong stared at the screen of the mobile phone showing that the call had ended, and did not give up and called again.

After a few beeps, an electronic female voice alert came from the phone, but Yan Shanlan still didn't answer.

Fu Sirong was a little anxious, so he called the housekeeper.

The phone was picked up quickly, and Fu Sirong asked anxiously, "Is Lan Lan not at home?"

The housekeeper was taken aback by his tone, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Madam has gone out, she said she is with the people from the studio, and she will come back in the evening."

He paused, then asked again: "Are you back?"

Fu Sirong opened the car door and got in, "Just arrived, did he say where?"

The housekeeper seemed to be remembering, and he was quiet for a few seconds before answering: "It is said to be near the studio."

"I see." Fu Sirong hung up the phone.

Fu Sirong drove around the studio several times.

During the holiday, the traffic was congested and the car drove slowly. Fu Sirong stopped and stopped all the way, looking at the street outside the car window from time to time.

He searched for several times, and finally saw the familiar figure in the vast crowd when he passed the entrance of the commercial street for the second time.

Yan Shanlan walked side by side with several people, her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a tailored camel-colored windbreaker. She was tall from behind.

With a faint smile on his face, he lowered his head and talked to the people around him.

Fu Sirong didn't have time to think about it, he parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and chased after him.

There were a lot of people, and after being blocked a few times, Fu Sirong couldn't help shouting through the crowd: "Lan Lan!"

He yelled loudly, and Yan Shanlan, who was talking to his assistant, was taken aback. He turned his head to see who was calling him, but was hugged.

When he crashed into that person's arms, Yan Shanlan subconsciously wanted to struggle, but he smelled the familiar smoky woody aroma, and his body relaxed before his brain.

"Lan Lan." Panting, Fu Sirong hugged Yan Shanlan and kissed her.

Yan Shanlan looked at him in surprise and confusion, "...Brother Rong? What's wrong?"

Fu Sirong held his face and was about to speak when he found Jiang Wan and a few familiar people looking at them with their mouths covered.

"Get in the car, let's get in the car and talk." Fu Sirong didn't have time to be embarrassed, he pulled Yan Shanlan and ran towards the car.

Yan Shanlan was still dizzy when Fu Sirong stuffed him into the car, and when he heard the sound of the car door closing, he came back to his senses and asked Fu Sirong, who was still panting: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Sirong took a few deep breaths, grasping the steering wheel nervously with both hands.

"Lan Lan." He turned his head, dodged his gaze, slid across the glass window, and fell back on Yan Shanlan's face.

"We met when we were kids, right?" he said.

The car was quiet for a while, maybe only a few seconds, but Fu Sirong felt like it had been a long time.

He couldn't wait for Yan Shanlan's answer, so he clenched his hands tightly on the steering wheel.

Yan Shanlan watched Fu Sirong's small movements and suddenly smiled.

He leaned on the armrest, put his hands on his forehead, and turned his face to cover his smile, but the corners of his mouth couldn't be stretched.

Seeing Yan Shanlan smiling so happily, Fu Sirong knew the answer.

"Why didn't you tell me! I've been..." The rest of his words stuck in his throat, and he forgot all the pre-planned confession and apology.

Yan Shanlan couldn't help laughing when he heard Fu Sirong's words.

He laughed until his shoulders trembled, and it took him a long time to stop, "I know you don't remember, and it's been such a long time, it would make me seem hypocritical to mention it."

Fu Sirong was in a hurry, "But we—"

He couldn't explain why, he opened and closed his mouth for a while, and finally lay down on the steering wheel, covered his face and stopped talking.

Fu Sirong was too ashamed to lift his head now.

Before he guessed and guessed, he got jealous for nothing, made Yan Shanlan angry, and caused a lot of things, all of which turned out to be a joke made by his wishful thinking.

He has never dared to speak out about his love, thinking it was just for sex and worthless, but he didn't expect that he had forgotten the promise he made back then.

Seeing that Fu Sirong was lying on the ground, Yan Shanlan didn't dare to look at him, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed Alpha's head.

After separating from Fu Sirong, he actually didn't take that sentence to heart.

But later he differentiated into an Omega, and when he was spending three days of hot flashes in the isolation room of the hospital, he suddenly remembered that joke from his childhood.

"Can I marry you when I grow up?"

Yan Shanlan thought, fortunately it was an Omega, because Fu Sirong had split into an Alpha the year before.

He touched the slightly protruding glands on the back of his neck and secretly made a decision.

After being separated for so many years, Yan Shanlan doesn't know if that confused ghost still remembers the agreement back then, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't remember, he will stand in the most prominent position and wait for the confused ghost to find him.

Yan Shanlan waited for many years, passed by in Tokyo, and met again in Tokyo. Fu Sirong was still the same as before, wanting to marry him as soon as he saw him.

It's just that this person completely forgot the joke-like agreement back then, and Yan Shanlan was sad for a while when he realized this.

But later when Fu Sirong said that he wanted to know him better, Yan Shanlan felt that it didn't matter.

They married in the name of a commercial marriage, without any emotional foreshadowing, and their married life was as clean as paper.

Since there is nothing, he will find a way by himself.

Yan Shanlan had envisioned many possibilities, whether he took the initiative to invite the mark or borrowed flowers to express his love, but Fu Sirong either refused or didn't notice it at all.

Alpha is not enlightened, Yan Shanlan has lost, thought to take the initiative to reveal, and also thought to let nature take its course.

However, after he fell ill that time, Fu Sirong showed uneasiness about gain and loss, Yan Shanlan thought about it, and simply let go of all the previous things.

Fu Sirong loved him, and Yan Shanlan felt that it was enough for him to know the answer, and there was no need to mention the forgotten past.

He put it down simply, but never thought that Fu Sirong would take the initiative to mention it.

The idiot's straight ball caught him off guard, but after he settled down, he realized that Fu Sirong was more nervous than him.

The dull and awkward fool finally got his head around it.

"Brother Rong." Yan Shanlan called Fu Sirong.

Perhaps Fu Sirong felt embarrassed lying on his stomach, and it was embarrassing to lift his head up, so when Yan Shanlan called him, he immediately raised his head.

"how--"

Yan Shanlan leaned forward and blocked Fu Sirong's remaining words.

Outside the car window, the sound of cars passing by was mixed with the voices of the crowd; inside the car, the sound of entwining lips and tongues was sealed in a closed space, and the sound of kissing was infinitely amplified.

After the warm in-depth, there is a long entanglement and tenderness.

This kiss initiated by Yan Shanlan ended early under Fu Sirong's restraint.

He stepped back slightly and parted their lips.

"Lan Lan." Fu Sirong lightly rubbed Yan Shanlan's cheek with his fingertips, "Did I never tell you?"

Yan Shanlan narrowed his eyes and asked lazily, "What did you say?"

Fu Sirong held his face and kissed him on the wet and red lips.

"I love you."

"I know." Yan Shanlan laughed, leaned forward and kissed Fu Sirong again.

"I love you too."

The lover's confession is gentle and tender, and every word hides the ardent and long-lasting love.

With a thought in mind, Fu Sirong asked, "I've been embarrassed to ask before, but that photo on your phone?"

"It's you, I took the sneak shot in Tokyo six years ago, and you were looking at my poster." Yan Shanlan leaned on the armrest with a crooked body, smiling brightly.

Fu Sirong didn't expect that he would be caught staring at someone else's poster in a daze.

He suddenly felt guilty, he didn't dare to look into Yan Shanlan's eyes, and couldn't help but want to know other answers: "Then the person you mentioned can catch your attention..."

"It's you." Yan Shanlan poked Fu Sirong's face, "Did you secretly take pictures of me in the greenhouse before?"

Fu Sirong's heart skipped a beat, and he argued, "I didn't..."

"Really?" Yan Shanlan smiled, "Look me in the eyes and say it again."

Fu Sirong wanted to save some dignity and forced himself to look at Yan Shanlan, but when he saw those beautiful light gray eyes, he subconsciously avoided his gaze.

He struggled back and forth several times but did not dare to admit it to Yan Shanlan's eyes, and even ruined the charming atmosphere during the kiss.

Fu Sirong closed his eyes in frustration, "I took pictures, and I took a lot."

Yan Shanlan just wanted to tease him, and didn't really want him to admit anything.

"Brother Rong." Yan Shanlan took Fu Sirong's hand, "Did you always think that I married you because of the Yan family, and that getting close to you was due to my mate's duty?"

Fu Sirong nodded hesitantly, then shook his head like a rattle in regret.

"I thought so when I first got married, but I don't feel so when I came back from Paris." He held Yan Shanlan's hand, "But I thought you fell in love with me after you got married."

Yan Shanlan smiled helplessly, and said, "I've been in love for many years, it's just that you don't know."

When he first got married, Fu Sirong always felt that Yan Shanlan was a heartless person, seducing him without saying he loved him, making him worry about gain and loss.

But in Yan Shanlan's eyes, Fu Sirong is actually a forgetful idiot even though he is acting like a president. He forgot his promise to marry him and also forgot to confess his love to him.

In this way, it seems that one person loves the other more, but in reality, how to care about who loves whom more.

Love is not a transaction that counts for every penny, it doesn't matter to Yan Shanlan and Fu Sirong who makes the first move.

Because love has been perceived.

Fu Sirong moved his lips, put his arm around Yan Shanlan's shoulder, and leaned into his ear and said, "I'm sorry."

"Well, I forgive you." Yan Shanlan patted Fu Sirong's back, "Let's go home."

"Okay, go home."

Back home, Fu Sirong carried Yan Shanlan into his bedroom.

Little by little, he unbuttoned Yan Shanlan's jacket and asked, "If I hadn't called you that day, would you have waited for me?"

Yan Shanlan raised his foot and rubbed Fu Sirong's calf, "It's not because of you."

"If you can't wait...forget it." He grabbed Fu Sirong's collar and pulled him into the soft big bed together.

"Anyway, I'm married, and it's all mine."

The lost ghost who shouted to be with him when he was a child, and the Alpha who married when he grew up, are all his.

Fu Sirong was startled for a moment, then lowered his head.

He lay on Yan Shanlan's body, rubbing back and forth like a big dog, "Wife—"

Yan Shanlan rubbed Fu Sirong's head, and his beautiful five fingers touched down along the back.

The lovers who are in love with each other do intimate things again, adding a bit of uncontrollable emotion to the familiar road.