please feel my love

Fu's public relations department was extremely busy, Fu Sirong was on a temporary business trip, Yan Shanlan simply left the work to the team, closed the door and rested at home for a few days.

Because of work needs, Yan Shanlan often travels around in various countries, but doesn't go out much when he is free.

Every day after breakfast, he would nestle in the bedroom and read a book, take a walk in the garden in the afternoon, take a bath in the evening and do some skin care before falling asleep.

The housekeeper was worried that Yan Shanlan would hear some bad remarks, but he didn't listen or ask questions, as if the focus of the debate outside was not himself.

The online discussion about the marriage between Fu and Yan lasted only a few days. This kind of certainty, the people who eat melons can discuss it, only the two topics of "Why did Fu Sirong marry Yan Shanlan" and "Yan Shanlan's past scandals" .

When Yan Shanlan's assistant came to Fu's house to pick him up for the new filming location, the public's attention had already shifted from them to the international diplomatic issues involved in the cargo ship seizure.

Yan Shanlan's team has two makeup artists, and the one who came to pick him up today is a lovely female Beta.

Seeing Yan Shanlan getting into the car, she smiled and congratulated him: "Lan, happy wedding."

After the makeup artist finished speaking, she got a slap in the face from Jiang Wan. She felt a chill on her back and realized that she had said the wrong thing, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, thank you." Yan Shanlan knew that she had no malicious intentions, but the little girl was innocent by nature and had some unrealistic fantasies about marriage.

Hearing Yan Shanlan speak, the assistant sitting in the front row turned around and looked at him nervously.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of quarrels on the Internet, saying everything. As the only insiders around Yan Shanlan, they know better than those onlookers why he and Fu Sirong got married.

Even if Yan Shanlan himself didn't say anything, the people present knew well that this is not something that can be easily brought up for Daoxi.

The marriage of Alpha and Omega is not always a romantic ending of mutual love, but it may also be a helpless compromise of conflicting interests.

This marriage was agreed by Yan Shanlan himself, but they didn't know whether he loved Fu Sirong or not, or whether Fu Sirong treated him well.

The only result they can see is that the Yan family is slowly getting out of the predicament with the help of the Fu family.

Jiang Wan sighed, and picked up the topic before the atmosphere was completely frozen: "Lan, have you read the theme of this shooting?"

"Look." Yan Shanlan looked up, saw the worry in her brows, and comforted her with a smile: "Don't worry."

Jiang Wan gave him a deep look, and handed over the brewed black coffee, "Have you had breakfast? There are nutritional supplements in the car."

"Eat, the cooks of the Fu family are very skilled." Yan Shanlan said, and recalled the small biscuits that the housekeeper forced him to eat before leaving the house.

Not sweet, with matcha powder, a bit bitter.

In the past few days, the butler has changed the tricks to let the kitchen cook Yan Shanlan's favorite dishes, knowing that his taste is light, and specially invited the chef from Yan's family to come over.

Yan Shanlan leaned against the car window and watched the peach blossoms blooming all over the street, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

The car drove back and forth on the avenue, the pink petals were blown off, and the pink flower rain floated outside the car window.

Looking at the smile on Yan Shanlan's face, Jiang Wan couldn't let go.

Back then, Yan Shanlan also smiled like this, and walked up to the runway under the sound of abuse, and stood in front of the camera.

Yan Shanlan hasn't signed a company for seven years since his debut, and formed a team by himself. These people have been with him since his debut. Watching him go from obscurity to becoming famous overnight, he understands how much he has paid so far.

In recent years, Yan Shanlan has been exposed to countless scandals and scandals. The team has helped him clarify several times, and the Yan family has suppressed it several times, but he himself has never cared about these.

In addition to the sudden reduction in the number of jobs in the past two years, the only things Yan Shanlan likes to do in the eyes of his agent are "watching flowers" and "being a model".

He lives so freely that it is worrying.

Jiang Wan and the makeup artist looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

The car fell silent again.

When the car drove to the studio, it happened to be the agreed entry time.The security at the gate confirmed the identity of the team and let them into the studio.

The set was being adjusted in the studio, and someone yelled "Yan Shanlan is here", and the noisy studio suddenly fell silent.

All eyes fell on Yan Shanlan, and the photographer poked his head out from the crowd, "Lan, you are here."

Yan Shanlan greeted him through the crowd: "Long time no see."

"It's still on set, Benny, take Lan to the waiting room to get ready." The cameraman patted the producer beside him, only to hear small discussions coming from his ear.

He turned his head and yelled at the two stage managers who were whispering something: "Two over there! The models are here, move faster!"

Benny took Yan Shanlan's team into the lounge, and confirmed the details of the shooting with them again before leaving.

He didn't close the door tightly when he left, leaving a small gap, and the voice of chatting outside the door came in through the gap.

There were two women and one man chatting. They walked and chatted without lowering their voices. When they walked to the door of the lounge, the voices of chatting were clearly transmitted inside.

"Didn't it just climb onto Fu Sirong's bed, and Israel's servants are so arrogant..." It was a male voice.

He cursed a few words in a low voice, and the woman next to him with a slightly higher voice took up the conversation: "I heard that he and Mr. Fu were with another Alpha the day before they received their certificates."

"Then Mr. Fu is not—"

The last woman who spoke stopped meaningfully, and then there was another burst of laughter.

Yan Shanlan sat in front of the mirror and listened to the whole process.

There was no expression on his face, he just looked at himself in the mirror, at the little mole on the bridge of his nose.

On the day they said, he was filming a promotional video, and the so-called "other Alpha" was actually a co-model, but it happened to be so rumored.

"It's too much!" The makeup artist became more and more annoyed, threw the brush in his hand, and was about to rush out to argue with them.

"Tina." Yan Shanlan held her back and slowly shook his head, "Help me put on makeup, don't delay the progress."

Filming went well.

The photographer is an old friend Yan Shanlan has known for many years, and has cooperated many times. They are familiar with the habits and requirements of shooting, and know what angle and posture can best show Yan Shanlan's beauty.

Yan Shanlan changed into a white gauze dress from the wedding series newly designed by a high-end brand, and leaned on the irregular bench made of vines.

"Lan, lean back a little more." The photographer looked at the picture on the camera and loudly reminded Yan Shanlan to adjust his posture.

Following his instructions, Yan Shanlan put his hands on the back of the chair, hooked a cane on his fingertips, and stepped on the soft turf with his two long legs crossed naturally.

The white light of the fill light shone on him, and he squinted his eyes like a lazy white cat.

The photographer pressed the shutter, and the dazzling light exploded in front of Yan Shanlan's eyes.

After a few clicks of the shutter, the photographer walked over to the producer, and the two whispered a few words to the photos in the camera.

Yan Shanlan on the prop stage was lying reclined in the original posture, which looked relaxed, but in fact half of his body was completely suspended in the air, all supported by the strength of his waist and abdomen.

He waited for a few minutes, and finally the cameraman clapped his hands, "OK! Next set!"

Yan Shanlan stood up, lifted the hem of his skirt and got off the half-meter-high photography stage, stepped on the ground and staggered, the assistant quickly supported him, "Brother Lan, do you want to rest for a while?"

He rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "What time is it?"

The assistant glanced at his watch, "07:30."

It was exactly eleven o'clock when the team entered the studio, and it took only eight and a half hours of filming until 07:30, but the body was very tired.I had rested for two days before, so it stands to reason that I shouldn't be so tired.

Yan Shanlan pressed his heart, listened for a while, and decided to sit down and rest for a while.

"Old Chen, I want to rest for 10 minutes."

The photographer saw that his face was a bit haggard, and pointed to the chair behind the props group, "Go and sit there."

Yan Shanlan sat down in the corner, sipping the nutritional supplement brought by his assistant.

Nutritional supplements have an indescribable taste. Yan Shanlan didn't like to drink them before, but after working hard, she got used to it after drinking too much.

But when I feel sick, I always think of something I like.

It's 07:30, and I don't know if Fu Sirong has gone home for dinner.

Yan Shanlan was holding the empty nutritional supplement, and suddenly wanted to eat the biscuits made by Chef Fu's family.

Said to rest for 10 minutes, Yan Shanlan stood up after only sitting for 5 minutes.

The vine benches on the prop stage have been removed, new scenery has been put on, and other personnel have also been in place.

Everyone was waiting, Yan Shanlan left the remaining 5 minutes to the stylist and makeup artist.

The scattered hair on the forehead is properly fixed with hairspray, and the lip makeup that has been rubbed off is added, and everything is ready.

Yan Shanlan suppressed the sleepiness in his eyes, stepped on the high platform, raised his chin to the camera, and showed piercing eyes.

In the middle of the filming, Yan Shanlan saw his little assistant hiding behind the cameraman and producer, jumping up and down holding his mobile phone.

He didn't yell to stop, and waited for all the shots to be taken before letting his assistant come over.

The assistant handed the phone to Yan Shanlan, "Mr. Fu just called, I said you were filming."

Yan Shanlan clicked on it, and besides the call log, there were two unread messages on the phone.

One was when Fu Sirong asked him if he wanted to have dinner together, and the other asked where he was.

Half an hour had passed since receiving the second message, but Yan Shanlan still sent Fu Sirong the location.He thought he didn't receive a reply so quickly, but a new message popped up on his phone the next second.

Fu Sirong: Wait for me for a while.

Fu Sirong: Here to pick you up.

When Yan Shanlan came out of the studio, he saw Fu Sirong's car parked not far away. The people who came out with him all saw it and gathered together to discuss in a low voice.

Ignoring the noise behind him, he said goodbye to the team and walked to Fu Sirong's car. The door of the front passenger's car opened with a "click".

After getting in the car, Yan Shanlan found that only Fu Sirong came to pick him up, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

When they first received the news, Yan Shanlan and his assistant thought that Fu Sirong came back from a business trip to pick him up, but now Fu Sirong had already changed his suit, obviously driving from home to pick him up.

"Come here when you're not busy." Fu Sirong said, and suddenly reached out to hold Yan Shanlan's hand.

He held it for a while, and quickly released it. After withdrawing his hand, he turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.

Yan Shanlan blinked.

The night in early spring was still a bit chilly, he didn't wear much today, and he felt the chill when he came out of the studio just now, but he didn't expect Fu Sirong to notice this.

He sat in the passenger seat and looked at Fu Sirong in front of him.

The president of the Fu family has been serious all the year round, and the light casual clothes make him look a little less indifferent.

Fu Sirong noticed Yan Shanlan's gaze and glanced at him while waiting for the traffic light.

Yan Shanlan took off her makeup today, her face was clean, she looked a little tired, but her eyes were still bright.

A few hours ago, when Fu Sirong came back from the airport, he heard from the housekeeper that Yan Shanlan hadn't come back yet.

He sent a message to Yan Shanlan, but he called again without waiting for a reply, but the assistant said that he was still filming.

Fu Sirong immediately came up with the idea of ​​coming to pick him up and asked for the address.

When Yan Shanlan came back, he came.

Without the secretary and driver, Fu Sirong and Yan Shanlan stayed alone in the confined space, and couldn't help but want to turn their heads to look at him.

He drove forward for a short distance, and only chatted with Yan Shanlan when the traffic on the elevated highway gradually thinned out.

The light cast by the street lamp was dim, and Fu Sirong saw the protruding bone on Yan Shanlan's wrist through the dim light, and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Yan Shanlan shook his head, "I drank some nutritional supplements."

"Do you want to have some supper before going back?" The car just drove off the elevated road, Fu Sirong parked the car on the side of the road, and called up the navigation to find any nearby restaurants that were still open.

Yan Shanlan said, "It's too late."

Fu Sirong was a little surprised and turned to look at him.

This time is not early, but it is late. When he was in school, Fu Sirong often went out to drink and eat supper with his friends at this time.

Perhaps feeling the question in Fu Sirong's sight, Yan Shanlan smiled helplessly, and explained: "You will gain weight."

Except for working all night or feeling unwell, Yan Shanlan seldom eats after seven o'clock in the evening.

He is not prone to obesity, and occasionally eats some sweets to replenish his strength, but he is still afraid that he will lose control and eat too many calories with a greedy mouth.

Gaining weight and losing shape are fatal to models.

Yan Shanlan has reduced the frequency of taking on jobs this year, but he has not thought about how to develop in the future, and cannot completely abandon his current career.

Fu Sirong wanted to say, "You are already very thin", but found that Yan Shanlan was rubbing his wrists with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, the light from the car window fell on his face, and he looked a little lonely.

Swallowing what he hadn't said, Fu Sirong started the car and drove towards home.

When the car was approaching the door of the house, Fu Sirong suddenly remembered.

That night Yan Shanlan was hugged by his lap, and he could feel the thin muscles on his shoulders and back, but it was so light that if he hit it hard, he would lose his balance and fall into his arms.

Fu Sirong tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and when he stopped the car and looked at Yan Shanlan again, he had already fallen asleep leaning against the car window.

The road from the elevated road to Fu's house is smooth, and the car drives very steadily. Yan Shanlan won't touch his head in this position, but Fu Sirong always feels that sleeping on his neck like this will make his neck uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand, wanting Yan Shanlan to lean on his shoulder, but Yan Shanlan woke up before his hand touched it.

Yan Shanlan opened his eyes and saw Fu Sirong's hand hanging in front of his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Fu Sirong pursed his lips into a straight line, and said a little unhappy, "I'm home."

The author says:

Yan Shanlan is an Omega model, and wearing skirts is a professional requirement.