please feel my love

The night of Fu Sirong's business trip was no different to Yan Shanlan.

When he is not working, Yan Shanlan works and rests as healthy as most health-preserving elderly people. Before he hung up the phone at nine o'clock, he had already turned off the lights and lay down in bed.

There was a light rain in the early morning and night, and the spring rain moistened things silently. When Yan Shanlan woke up, the water droplets on the glass windows were not completely dry.

He walked into the balcony and leaned out slightly while leaning on the railing. The gentle wind was filled with the fragrance of soil and grass, blowing away the last restlessness remaining during the estrus period.

The morning sun was soft and the wind was a little cool. Yan Shanlan blew it for a while, then sat on the rocking chair on the balcony and began to reply to the message.

The mothers who were far away in Europe went to the flower market in Paris yesterday, and Yan Shanlan asked to see photos, so they sent them over.

Of course, the two mothers went out together mainly for dating, and almost all the photos they sent were of each other.

Yan Shanlan flicked the screen, looking at the smiles of the mothers, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

The flower market in Paris is very beautiful, and Yan Shanlan has been there several times before.

The colorful flowers are neatly trimmed, wrapped in the simplest transparent cellophane and placed in flower buckets, and placed on the shelves according to varieties and colors.

The fully bloomed flowers are stained with water drops, and the soft petals have no creases. It can be seen that the owner has been caring for them carefully.

At that time, Jiang Wan was still complaining to his assistant about whether the owner of the flower market had obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he felt that he relaxed physically and mentally just by standing there and watching.

After careful calculation, he hasn't been to the flower market for a year. I don't know if he will have the opportunity to go to the flower market for a date this year like his mothers did.

After all, I go there by myself every year. There are too many times, and there is nothing new.

After reviewing the photos sent by her mother, Yan Shanlan put down her phone and wrote down a series of names and requests on a sticky note.

He had already thought about what to plant in Fu's garden, and since Fu Sirong said he could do whatever he liked, then he would not be polite.

During breakfast, Yan Shanlan handed the note to the housekeeper, "Housekeeper, please help me buy the flowers on the list, seeds or seedlings are fine."

The housekeeper took it over and carefully looked at it from top to bottom. Almost all of them can be bought from local flower merchants, except for one that he didn't understand.

"Moroccan willow piercing fish?" The butler asked uncertainly.

Yan Shanlan let out an "ah" and dodged his gaze, "It's Ji snapdragon. It's best to bloom this year."

The housekeeper took out a pen to cross out the original name, wrote Ji Snapdragon and request at the end, folded the note in half and put it in his pocket.

"I'll let the gardener do it, and I'll let you know when the purchase is complete."

Yan Shanlan nodded and said, "The matter of hiring a gardener is also troublesome to you."

He often travels in various countries. Although he can take care of the flowers of Yan's family, the housekeeper and gardener who manage the manor all the year round are more familiar with the daily life of buying flower seeds.

The butler smiled, "You're welcome."

When they knew that the husband was going to marry Yan Shanlan, the housekeeper and the maids were worried that they would be made things difficult by the wife because of the outside reports, but after getting along with him, they found that his personality was unexpectedly gentle.

"I want to go to the greenhouse in the afternoon." Yan Shanlan, who didn't know that he was labeled as "moderate", said while holding a teacup.

The housekeeper glanced at his watch, "It's a bit stuffy in the greenhouse at noon, I'll take you there after four o'clock in the afternoon."

Yan Shanlan on vacation is much more relaxed than usual.

After breakfast, he read in the room for a while, practiced yoga for an hour, talked with Jiang Wan about his future work arrangements after lunch, and when the sun was not so hot, he went downstairs to ask the housekeeper to take him to the greenhouse.

The Fu family's greenhouse is behind the hillside in the garden, a little far from where Yan Shanlan lives. The housekeeper took him around the path behind the house for more than ten minutes before arriving.

Yan Shanlan had seen the design drawing of the greenhouse, but the draft on the drawing was far less shocking than seeing it with his own eyes.

The glass of the greenhouse is carved with irregular rhombus patterns, and the top is round, which looks like a huge glass cover from the outside, completely covering the rose vines inside.

The butler opened the door of the greenhouse, "The gardener is out today, I'm here to accompany you."

Yan Shanlan walked into the flower room, and a scene completely different from the desolate garden appeared in front of him——

The rose corridor rose from the ground, the green leaves covered the original shape of the flower stand, and the thick and full buds hung down from the vine branches.

That is the beauty that can only be portrayed by medieval oil paintings. Although the Rose Gallery of the Fu family is not as perfect as the famous paintings in the museum, it is real and within reach of Yan Shanlan.

His love for roses has been worn away by years of harassment, and even the Avenue of Roses, which was arranged in the haute couture catwalk, couldn't tempt him.

However, standing in the glass greenhouse of the Fu family, Yan Shanlan felt an unprecedented throbbing.

Yan Shanlan walked into the rose corridor, her long hair was lifted by the falling roses.

He untied his hair, and said to the butler behind him, "I'll go back by myself later, go get busy."

The housekeeper was a little worried, Yan Shanlan smiled and said, "I know the way."

"If you need anything, please contact me again." The housekeeper left his mobile phone number and explained the precautions of the greenhouse one by one.

There is a swing in the center of the rose corridor. Yan Shanlan sits on the swing, looking up at the flowers hanging from the corridor.

The roses that have been grown for more than ten years have strong root systems, and the branches on the flower stand are intertwined. The flowers are not the same color, but they are all light-colored without exception.

White and gray-purple roses intertwined, and a few pale pink roses emerged from the dense clusters, and in the depths, champagne-colored rose vines cascaded down like waterfalls.

There is no strong bright red, and the fresh and elegant tone reveals a calm beauty.

Yan Shanlan sat under the flower trellis, kicking on the ground, swinging slowly.

The wind blew past his ears, bringing the scent of roses.

The fragrance is very light, not the low-quality essence emitted by the dyed goods of the flower shop, nor the strong wave of floral fragrance in the flower market, but the fragrance that penetrates the heart like a clear spring in the mountains.

Yan Shanlan raised his mobile phone, took a picture of himself sitting on the swing, and sent it to his mothers.

There is a six-hour time difference between China and Paris, and mothers are already awake, asking where he is playing.

He said that he was in the greenhouse of Fu's family, and then he received an invitation for a video call.

Yan Shanlan picked it up, and the gossiping and shocked face of Alpha mother Yan Chu appeared on the phone screen. Before she could speak, another mother took the phone away.

"Lan Lan." Atiya softly called her child.

Yan Shanlan responded, sitting on the swing and chatting with the two mothers.

Yan Shanlan chatted for a long time, and hung up the phone until the sun was about to set.

He raised his head, staring at the gray-purple rose above his head in a daze, and tiptoed to the ground, swinging once and for all.

The last ray of light from the setting sun streamed through the cut glass, refracting iridescent light onto the long-haired beauty.

When Fu Sirong came in, he saw such a scene.

He held his breath subconsciously, for fear of breaking the tranquility, but he couldn't help but want to record this rare beauty.

Fu Sirong took out his mobile phone and quickly took a picture of this scene, worried that his hands would blur the picture, so he pressed the shutter several times at the same time.

He finished shooting and wanted to see the photos, but accidentally knocked over the watering can by the door.

The sound of the plastic watering can falling to the ground startled Fu Sirong, and also woke up Yan Shanlan on the swing.

He turned his head and looked at Fu Sirong who was standing at the door, "He's back."

"Yeah." Fu Sirong put away his phone, and walked towards him as if nothing happened.

Many career-minded Omegas would wash their hands and make soup after marriage in order to please their husbands. Yan Shanlan was different. He just sat on the swing in the greenhouse, and Fu Sirong felt satisfied just looking at it.

He reached out his hand to Yan Shanlan who was sitting on the swing, and asked, "Are you still angry with me?"

Yan Shanlan looked at the hands in front of him, put them together and used his strength to stand up, "I'm not angry."

He pinched his hot ears, and walked towards the door without waiting for Fu Sirong.

Fu Sirong looked at his back, hesitated for a while and called him: "Yan Shanlan."

"Is it convenient for you to wear the ring?" Fu Sirong almost bit his tongue after speaking.

It was inconvenient to ask the Omega who married him to wear a ring. Looking at the whole world, he might be the only one who would ask such a stupid question.

The wedding ring that Alpha gave to Omega is not just a piece of jewelry, but also a symbol of AO's union. It is inconvenient to say that there is no party.

It was the first time Yan Shanlan heard such a question, with a helpless expression on his face.

Faced with Yan Shanlan's bewildered gaze, Fu Sirong bravely added what he hadn't finished asking: "I mean, will it be inconvenient for you to wear a ring for shooting?"

"Of course not." Yan Shanlan finally came to his senses, "Just take it off at work."

Fu Sirong took out a plain noodle box from his pocket and handed it to Yan Shanlan.

Yan Shanlan took it over, and put the boxy box in his hand, it was a bit heavy.

He opened the box, and there were two platinum wedding rings in the red velvet cushion, one large and one small, with slightly different styles. shaped golden sapphire.

"I was in a hurry before, and I didn't have time to prepare the ring." Fu Sirong picked up the smaller one inside, and took Yan Shanlan's left hand, "Make it up now, you won't be disgusted with it?"

Yan Shanlan shook his head, "No."

Fu Sirong smiled and put the ring on his ring finger.

The platinum ring was attached to the root of the finger, Yan Shanlan raised his hand and asked Fu Sirong: "Does it look good?"

"nice."

At that time, he felt that gemstones complement beauty, and now Yan Shanlan wearing the ring he gave is even more beautiful than before.

Fu Sirong handed over his left hand, Yan Shanlan thought of something, and suddenly smiled.

They exchanged rings under the dim sunset, and no one witnessed the ceremony, and no one sent blessings, only the rose hanging over their heads saw it.

Fu Sirong felt a little pity, he wanted the whole world to witness for him, but he was reluctant to make Yan Shanlan a topic of discussion.

Yan Shanlan put on the ring for Fu Sirong, Fu Sirong took his hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and asked reverently: "I want to kiss you, is that okay?"

With his fingertips sticking to the back of Fu Sirong's hand, Yan Shanlan said, "Yes."

He thought that Fu Sirong was going to kiss him, but Fu Sirong closed his eyes and came closer, just kissing his side face like a superficial kiss.

Yan Shanlan stayed in the greenhouse for a long time, and his body was stained with the light fragrance of roses, which was completely different from the fragrance of flowers that Fu Sirong had smelled before.

He knew that it was the smell of Yan Shanlan's pheromone, but he didn't know what kind of flower it was.

Fu Sirong didn't ask, fearing that the abrupt beauty would make him angry again, after kissing, he led Yan Shanlan out of the conservatory.

"Go back, the housekeeper is in a hurry."