please feel my love

Fu Sirong bit a temporary mark on the gland on the back of Yan Shanlan's neck, and hurriedly took him back to his parents' house before the Chinese New Year.

Knowing that Yan Shanlan was coming, Fu's parents specially asked the chef to prepare his favorite dishes.

The family sat together for lunch, and the dishes in Yan Shanlan's bowl were not lacking from the moment he sat down, and then they piled up into a small sharp corner.

Yan Shanlan didn't go on a diet during this time, and there were fewer taboos in eating, but Fu's parents were too enthusiastic, and he couldn't finish the dishes by himself, so in the end Fu Sirong helped him clean up.

After dinner, Fu Xianlei took Fu Sirong to work in the garden without moving.

Strange to say, although there is a gardener in the family now, he loves to order his son to work.

Yan Shanlan and Zhu Yunxi drank tea on the balcony on the first floor where they could see the garden. Fu Xian squatted on the ground and glanced at the balcony, before pushing his son beside him with his elbow.

Mr. Fu asked in a slightly sour tone: "Finally willing to take someone home?"

"En." Fu Sirong responded coldly.

Fu Xian couldn't get used to his appearance the most, and said impatiently: "Lan Lan also has a good temper, otherwise who would stand you like this."

Fu Sirong glanced back at Yan Shanlan, who was talking to his mother, met his gaze and smiled at him.

"That is." Fu Sirong said quite proudly, with a bit of complacency in his eyes.

"Hey——" Fu Xian yelled, and immediately raised his voice, "When I was young, there were many Omega who wanted to marry me. I didn't like any of them, but I only liked your mother."

"When I was chasing your mother, there were many steps I should follow. It's not like you, a brat. If you like it, you can just take someone to get a certificate. You don't even have a wedding." He said, looking over at the balcony.

Fu Sirong was not happy when he heard that, "You have the nerve to say that people who dawdle until they are in their thirties before getting married are far worse than me."

"Fu Sirong!" Fu Xian picked up his crutches to beat his son.

He is not willing to marry, and his vision is high. When he was in his 30s, he met Zhu Yunxi, who was five years younger than him, before deciding to get married.

But Fu Xian not only married late, but also lived together for several years after marriage. Fu Sirong was already 41 years old when he was born.

This is not something to say, but Fu Sirong finally found a place where he can compare with his father, so he just grasped this point and never let it go.

Fu Sirong took a step back, avoiding his father's crutches, "What! I got married at 25, ten years earlier than you!"

Fu Xian was so angry that his teeth itch, "Stinky boy, I think you are undercut!"

However, Fu Sirong had retreated to a safe range where the crutches could not touch, he arrogantly took the scissors and clicked twice on the flower branch, and the newly grown branch of the hydrangea fell to the ground.

Fu Xian shouted: "Don't cut it randomly!"

The father and son are squatting in the garden, arguing while pruning flower branches. This scene is very funny to watch.

Zhu Yunxi brought a cup of Gaiwan tea to Yan Shanlan, and looked at the naive father and son helplessly, "The father and son seem to be in debt for eight lifetimes, and every time they see each other, they make a lot of noise."

Ever since Fu Sirong became an adult, father and son quarreled and quarreled more and more often, sometimes they could quarrel for half an hour even if they eat sweet or salty tofu.

Zhu Yunxi, who can accept both tastes, can't understand.

The Shiba Inu squatting on the ground barked in agreement.

Yan Shanlan took the tea, smiled, and said, "It's pretty good."

In fact, he was quite envious of Fu Sirong.

When he was five years old, Atiya's health suddenly deteriorated, Yan Chu put most of his energy on her and the company, and spent very little time with him, and Yan Xueqing took care of him more often.

The two mothers are powerless, and the older sister's studies are getting more and more busy. Yan Shanlan can only try to be a worry-free child and not let the family worry about it.

Over time, it became a habit. After he grew up, he always reported good news but not bad news. Although it made the family feel at ease, the sense of distance between family members gradually became stronger.

Fortunately, the family of four is either thousands of miles apart, or too busy to see anyone. This sense of distance is mostly offset by longing misses and emotions that have not been seen for a long time, and no one except him notices it.

Zhu Yunxi glanced at Yan Shanlan, wondering if she noticed something, put down the tea bowl, and asked, "Do you want to make up the wedding ceremony?"

As she spoke, she frowned and pondered for a moment, "I need to find a better reason to make up for it at this time."

It has been almost a year since they received the certificate, and they hadn't held a wedding before, so it is inevitable that some people will gossip about it now.

Yan Shanlan shook her head, "No need, my sister asked before, but I don't really want to do it."

He looked at Fu Sirong who had stood up and quarreled with his father in the garden, and smiled softly, "Marriage is our own business, it's enough for the family to know, it doesn't matter what people outside think, and there is no need to ask for help." witnesses."

Zhu Yunxi looked at Yan Shanlan quietly for a while, and then said: "It's okay, Lao Fu usually doesn't like to attend those wedding banquets, and previously pushed the invitations that he didn't want to go to Si Rong."

Yan Shanlan remembered how Fu Sirong came to complain that day, and said with a smile: "Brother Rong doesn't like it either."

The two chatted without saying a word, and the tea bowl was filled with water several times.

When Yan Shanlan mentioned his mother, Zhu Yunxi suddenly called out: "Ah!"

"Why are the father and son getting louder and fiercer?" She hurriedly stood up, pushed open the balcony door and ran out.

Yan Shanlan looked at Fu Sirong who was standing in the garden holding flower branches and arguing with his father, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was about to call Fu Sirong when suddenly a heavy object fell on his thigh.

Yan Shanlan looked down, and saw that the Shiba Inu, lying on the ground and pretending to sleep, put its front paws on it.

It wagged its tail and nuzzled his palm.

Fu Xian and Fu Sirong had a quarrel, and Zhu Yunxi dragged them to take a walk in the garden to extinguish the fire.

When Fu Sirong came to look for Yan Shanlan, the Shiba Inu who had kicked his chest fiercely the last time he saw him was lying on Yan Shanlan's lap and wanted to pet him.

The afternoon wind blows, and the string of copper wind chimes hanging under the eaves jingle. The sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard falls to the ground, and a small part of it floats into the koi pond along with the wind, and the tiny flowers float on the water. up, drifting in the direction of the wind.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus floated in the air, covering the bitter orange blossom smell on Yan Shanlan's body.

He moved his hand along Shiba Inu's head to the back. Shiba Inu squinted his eyes comfortably, with his ears stuck back, his buttocks dangling, and his tail turned into a flower.

"Lanlan! Wife!" Fu Sirong called Yan Shanlan in different ways.

Yan Shanlan and Shiba Inu raised their heads at the same time.

Fu Sirong sat next to Yan Shanlan, leaned into his ear and yelled: "Woof!"

The Shiba Inu, who was being coquettish, heard the sound, straightened his legs instantly, and looked up at Fu Sirong.

Fu Sirong saw a shocked and confused expression on that round and cute dog's face, as if he was questioning why he was so shameless.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Shiba Inu's fleshy cheeks. Shiba Inu was stunned for two seconds, opened his mouth to bite the air a few times, and ran to the garden to find his owner, cursing.

"Are you childish?" Yan Shanlan pushed Fu Sirong who was hanging on his body.

Fu Sirong snorted, hooked Yan Shanlan's hanging hair with his fingers, and said, "Not childish."

So what if the dog doesn't want to be seen, I have a wife, and this little guy has been neutered.

The Shiba Inu ran to the owner to complain, but it couldn't speak, and only got the owner's comfort after whining for a while.

It turned around in a hurry, jumped up and bit Fu Xian's sleeve, and dragged towards the balcony.

Fu Xian looked at his pet dog like that and knew it was being bullied by his son again.

"I'll go and have a look." He said to his wife, and followed the footsteps of his pet dog.

Fu Xian originally wanted to have a good talk with his son, but he saw two people sitting side by side and whispering together.

Yan Shanlan's hair was wrapped around Fu Sirong's fingers, and Yan Shanlan leaned on his shoulder crookedly, chuckling from time to time.

Fu Xian couldn't see the stickiness.

He bent down and nodded the Shiba Inu's nose, "Come on, let's not be light bulbs anymore."

The Shiba Inu grunted and chirped a few times, shook its buttocks with its tail between its legs, and then reluctantly followed its master away.

This time, because he brought Yan Shanlan back, Fu Sirong stayed at home for a few more days, and only prepared to leave on the weekend after the holiday.

Fu Sirong stood by the car door, heard his mother nagging a few words before saying: "Dad, Mom, we won't be back during the Chinese New Year, we have other arrangements."

"You have used up the number of times you came back this year, don't come back to bully my dog ​​again before next year." Fu Xian frowned, then turned his head and smiled at Yan Shanlan, "Lanlan, remember to call back during the Chinese New Year .”

"Okay, then let's go back first." Yan Shanlan nodded and waved to Fu's parents.

Seeing them getting into the car, Zhu Yunxi bent down and said, "Bye."

Holding her husband's arm, she watched the car slowly drive out of the gate, disappearing from view little by little.