please feel my love

Yan Shanlan pushed open the bedroom door, and the maid who was called by Fu Sirong to get the hair dryer before stood in the room and bowed slightly to him, "Ma'am."

The housekeeper was cleaning up the room, Yan Shanlan sat on the soft chair in front of the desk, took off his wet coat, and extended his hand to the maid holding the hair dryer, "Give it to me."

The young maid hesitated, shook her head at Yan Shanlan, and said, "Sir, I told you to blow your hair."

Yan Shanlan raised his outstretched hand slightly, remembering Fu Sirong's advice before he left, and reluctantly withdrew his hand, allowing the maid to play with her hair.

He wanders around the backstage of various fashion shows and studios all year round, has done countless makeup and hair styles, and has long been accustomed to helping with hair drying.

The maid held Yan Shanlan's hair in her hands, carefully divided it into several strands, and slowly combed it with a comb.

She was worried that the scalp would be pulled when combing the knotted place, but Yan Shanlan's hair was very smooth, and there was no knotted place from the beginning to the end.

While combing, the maid looked at the new lady.

She had only seen it from a distance a few times before, but now that she got closer, she realized that the lady was even more beautiful than the one in the photo.

No wonder the husband must marry him. I don't know if there is any romantic encounter between him and his wife.

Yan Shanlan felt that the maid was distracted, and brushed the ponytail in her hand for a long time, then raised her head slightly to look at her, just in time to meet the maid's hastily dodging eyes.

The maid did not expect that Yan Shanlan would suddenly raise her head and meet a pair of light gray eyes. Her face became hot, she let go of her hair in a panic, and turned to get the hair dryer on the table.

Yan Shanlan didn't expect that he would scare the maid, so he touched his face strangely.

There was another flurry of movement behind him, and he simply closed his eyes.

After the maid was caught, she took several deep breaths with Yan Shanlan on her back, and when she turned her head, Yan Shanlan was already leaning on the back of the chair with her eyes closed.

She realized that she had been procrastinating for too long and that the task her husband had given her hadn't been completed, so she quickly adjusted the hair dryer in her hand to a suitable gear, and helped Yan Shanlan dry her hair.

The expensive hair dryer ran very quietly, and the warm wind blew over the wet back, and a warmth came through the fabric.

The maid's movements are not very skilled, as if she is helping someone to blow hair for the first time, but the technique is gentle.

Yan Shanlan relaxed her shoulders in comfort, but she heard her whisper: "Your hair is so beautiful..."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was afraid of scaring her again, so he sat quietly.

Waist-length hair is difficult to manage. When it was half dry, the maid applied some essential oil and changed to a small wind to blow it slowly.

After the hair was completely dried, the housekeeper also tidied up the room.

The messy bed had been replaced with new sheets and quilts, the inhibitor casings thrown on the ground were cleaned up, and the bottles and jars he touched were neatly arranged on the shelves.

The smell of bitter orange blossom dissipated, Yan Shanlan shook his hot hair, leaned on the back of the chair and stretched.

The housekeeper asked the maid to wash the changed bedding, walked up to Yan Shanlan, and said, "Ma'am, sir let me take care of the garden. If you need anything, please give me instructions at any time."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Yan Shanlan said lazily, "Do you have any drawings of the garden?"

"Yes." After speaking, the housekeeper went to the study again, and came back within a few minutes, holding a thick hard-cover book in his hand.

He turned the book to a certain page and spread it out in front of Yan Shanlan, "The next ten pages from here are drawings of gardens and greenhouses, which were originally planned by the old man. Now there are no flowers except for the greenhouse, you can also Dig out the original path and redesign it.”

Yan Shanlan took it and flipped through a few pages, and saw the path and greenhouse mentioned by the steward.

The path in the garden is paved with big pebbles, Yan Shanlan walked it the last time he went for a walk, it is not difficult to redo it, it just wastes his energy.

But Yan Shanlan hadn't seen what the glass greenhouse looked like yet.

He asked the housekeeper, "Are there any flowers in the greenhouse now?"

"It was a rose planted more than ten years ago." The housekeeper replied truthfully.

"It turns out that the old man bought all the plants in the garden and took them away with him six years ago. If you don't plant expensive varieties, it's the same if I ask the florist to find a local florist."

Yan Shanlan was a little tempted by the roses that the Fu family had raised for more than ten years. He thought about it, and folded the album in his hand, "Let me think about it first."

The butler nodded, explained the time for dinner, and left.

Yan Shanlan sat on the desk in front of the window with his chin propped up, facing the drawing of the garden, scribbling and drawing on the blank paper.

He didn't lie down to rest anymore, seriously thinking about what to plant in Fu's garden.

Use a dark pencil to draw the general outline of the garden, and a light pencil to draw the shape of the flowers in the outline.

The draft was drawn and rubbed by him, leaving light gray pencil marks on the paper. He didn't draw a satisfactory result until the nib of the pen was worn bald.

Yan Shanlan put the pen back into the pen holder, turned on the phone and started looking at the photo album, trying to find inspiration from Yan's garden.

However, after looking at a few pictures, he felt that if they were designed according to the style of the Yan family, the gardens of the two families would be too similar.

He put down his phone and sat on the soft chair for a while.

The setting sun slipped in through the window eaves, the light pink sunlight dyed the white paper, Yan Shanlan squinted his eyes, and looked at the fiery red sun and the red clouds in the distance through the transparent window.

Beneath the clouds was a hazy purple hillside.

A little later, when the sun had completely set and warm clouds were covering the night, it would be dinner time.

Yan Shanlan sat by the window and watched the sun sink a little bit, got up and left when the last bit of warm color disappeared.

When he walked to the restaurant, he found that there was only dinner for one person on the table. After asking the housekeeper, he found out that Fu Sirong was still busy and would not come back for dinner at night.

Yan Shanlan glanced at the time, "Is there any supper in the kitchen for him?"

The housekeeper shook his head, "Mister said no."

"Ah."

Yan Shanlan moved his chopsticks, but he couldn't swallow the whole meal.

Both myself and Fu Sirong have high-intensity jobs with variable hours. When we are busy, we don't even have time to eat. It is normal to spend less time with family members.

But in order to wait for him, Fu Sirong delayed going to work for two hours, and now he probably hasn't finished dealing with the accumulated work.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be angry with him.

Thinking about it, Yan Shanlan went back to his room and called Fu Sirong, but before he had time to call, Fu Sirong called first.

He picked it up, and heard Fu Sirong's deep voice coming from the phone, but what he said was not so nice.

Fu Sirong had been busy at the company all afternoon. When it was time to get off work, he packed up his things and was about to go home. Tan Xiao suddenly ran into the office with the documents.

"Manager Wu from the investment department said that the cooperation has not been negotiated. When the contract was signed, the other party suddenly changed his mind. You may need to come forward in person."

Fu Sirong squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and dragged Tan Xiao into the car by the back of his neck, "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Tan Xiao had been with Fu Sirong for three years, and knowing that he was angry, he told the ins and outs of the incident on the way to the airport, and helped Fu Sirong book a first-class ticket on the fastest flight.

When he arrived at the airport, Fu Sirong was waiting in the VIP room, only to remember when he heard a passenger two rows away from him on the phone. He forgot to tell Yan Shanlan that he was going on a business trip.

"Sorry, the company has something to go on business. I won't go back at night. Remember to eat on time."

As soon as the phone was connected, Fu Sirong said this to Yan Shanlan, after careful recollection, he felt that he had said "sorry" a little too much recently.

Yan Shanlan was silent for a while, then said, "Understood."

Fu Sirong was a little unhappy hearing his voice, and softened his tone, "I'll be back soon, did you dry your hair in the morning?"

"Yeah." Yan Shanlan responded, paused and asked again: "When is soon?"

It was still an unremarkable question, but Fu Sirong heard a little bit of accusation.

He knew that he was an incompetent Alpha, and he failed to give Yan Shanlan enough sense of security when he needed it most.

Secretly asked someone to call Yan Shanlan "Ma'am", but in fact he didn't even have time to blow-dry his hair, what an Alpha.

"Tomorrow, I'll be back tomorrow." Fu Sirong glanced at the secretary and assistant beside him, turned around and walked quickly towards the French windows.

When Tan Xiao heard his words, his eyes widened in astonishment, and Ke Ye who was beside him quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

The restrained secretary could only watch helplessly as the boss made irresponsible promises and fled the scene.

"Well, the housekeeper gave me the blueprint of the garden." Yan Shanlan, who knew nothing about what happened at the airport, said flatly.

He didn't seem to care about Fu Sirong's itinerary at all, but he still told Fu Sirong what happened at home.

Fu Sirong looked at the plane parked in front of him and said with a smile: "Just design according to the style you like, and everything about the garden is up to you."

Yan Shanlan responded in a low voice, did not speak any more, and did not hang up the phone.

Fu Sirong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and knocked on the armrest, thinking about what to say, when the radio above his head suddenly rang.

He didn't listen carefully. Ke Ye, who was standing in the distance, came over and signaled him that it was time to board the plane.

"I'm going to board the plane, good night."

"Good night."

After Yan Shanlan said good night, he hung up the phone. Fu Sirong contemplated for a long time facing the screen showing that the call was over, until Ke Ye came to urge him, and then asked in a subtle tone: "Ke Ye, Omegas are always like this when they are awkward. ?"

Ke Ye's head hurts when he heard these words. As a Beta, he doesn't know about AO, but he can be Fu Sirong's personal assistant.

"Madam is special to you." He replied sincerely.

The boss who was pleased by his words immediately raised a smile, entered the covered bridge in a happy mood, and told him to book a return ticket tomorrow afternoon.

Tan Xiao rolled his eyes beside him.