please feel my love

After dinner, the two people who had exchanged rings still went back to their rooms to rest.

When they parted in front of the bedroom door, Yan Shanlan and Fu Sirong begged for a kiss.

He stood in front of the bedroom door, hooked Fu Sirong's hand, and said in a very soft voice: "I want a goodnight kiss."

Fu Sirong looked slightly startled, and asked him, "Goodnight kiss?"

"Well, I want one." Yan Shanlan put his arms around Fu Sirong's shoulders, tiptoed to kiss him, and rubbed the bare skin of his neck affectionately with his fingertips.

Fu Sirong trembled, and hugged Yan Shanlan's waist tightly.

Different from the touchy kiss in the greenhouse, Fu Sirong bit Yan Shanlan's lips, probing with the tip of his tongue little by little, and only grabbed Yan Shanlan's neck after Yan Shanlan's acquiescence, deepening the kiss.

Lips and tongues were entangled, and the breathing of both of them was messed up.

Yan Shanlan grabbed Fu Sirong's arm tightly, but didn't stop, and took another step forward on tiptoe, pressing his chest against Fu Sirong.

As the warm body leaned forward, the night in Tokyo flashed through Fu Sirong's mind.

At that time, Yan Shanlan hung on himself like this.

His body is soft, his breath is hot, and he won't resist when he is hurt.

Fu Sirong let go of Yan Shanlan before he lost control, and the person whose eyes were red from being kissed looked up at him, full of lethality.

"You signed the prenuptial agreement without reading it. Do you know what's written on it?" Fu Sirong took a deep breath, and reached out to smooth Yan Shanlan's messy hair on the back of his head.

Panting, Yan Shanlan gently licked her wet lips with the tip of her tongue, "I don't know."

Fu Sirong touched the corners of his moist eyes, "Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"

Yan Shanlan lowered his head and chuckled lightly, "You can't."

Fu Sirong thought, if it wasn't for Yan Shanlan's estrous period, it wasn't suitable for in-depth communication, otherwise he would bite his collarbone again.

"You are good at kissing, have you practiced it?" Yan Shanlan asked suddenly.

Fu Sirong hurriedly threw the messy yellow waste in his head into the trash can, and said in a vibrating voice: "No!"

"Really." Yan Shanlan smiled and said, "Me neither, good night."

Yan Shanlan shut Fu Sirong out, and took out the jewelry box that contained the ring from his pocket.

The box is not big, and it is still a bit heavy without two rings.

Yan Shanlan weighed it in his hand, and unsurprisingly heard the sound of objects colliding through the bottom of the box.

In the greenhouse, Fu Sirong stuffed it into his hand and asked him to put it away, Yan Shanlan guessed that there was something hidden in it.

He opened the box, picked up the velvet cushion, and saw what was hidden inside.

The back of the cushion was hollowed out, and Fu Sirong stuffed a golden sapphire the size of a pigeon egg.

The gem is very pure, without any blemish, and the color is the same as the ring in his hand.

Yan Shanlan poured the gemstones into the palm of his hand and played with them. The simply polished gemstones are not cut, and the corners are round and smooth. They are a bit warm in the palm of their hands for a long time.

He knew where this gemstone came from. Some time ago, a golden sapphire was sold at an auction in England. The buyer and transaction price were not disclosed, but this was not important to Yan Shanlan.

He walked to the desk and found the photo from the drawer again.

Photos with yellowed edges and sapphires are placed side by side on the table.

It was a photo that Yan Shanlan took casually six years ago. In the dark night, there was a vague figure of a man's back. He raised his head and looked into the distance. There was only a hazy bright white in the direction of his eyes.

The photo is blurry and out of focus, and anyone who has seen the photo can't tell what the man is looking at.

But Yan Shanlan, who took the photo with his own hands, knew it.

What he was looking at was himself.

Six years ago, Yan Shanlan was favored by designers. Just one year after his debut, he led the show for a century-old luxury show. Since then, he has become popular overnight and appeared on the cover of the Italian version of the fashion bible. The advertisements he shot for the brand were hung in the highest advertisement in Tokyo screen.

He has attracted the attention of countless people in the world, and also attracted all kinds of gossip.

On the second day when it became popular, Yan Shanlan's studio received a bouquet of signed roses. He saw the name on the card and refused to accept it. He flew directly to Tokyo to participate in the event.

That night, a European newspaper broke out his "black material".

Playing big names, cheating on married photographers, robbing resources by relying on unspoken rules... A little-known newspaper company exposed the inside information of the so-called industry insiders, and attached a photo of the hotel entrance that was so blurred that it was impossible to identify who it was, all of which were unfounded charges. Buckle on Yan Shanlan's head.

At that time, Yan Shanlan clarified on social platforms, but attracted more abuse.

It was the first time that the young man had suffered malice from the outside world, his favorite cause was slandered, and a pair of invisible hands poked his spine.

He suffered from insomnia for several nights, and when he closed his eyes, filthy insults would appear in his mind.

This state lasted for several days, until Jiang Wan contacted several "participants" implicated in the report, borrowed his mother's relationship in Europe to entrust them to clarify and jointly sued the newspaper, the scolding on the Internet gradually subsided.

But the dirty water that was thrown out could never be recovered. When the outside world mentioned Yan Shanlan, the infamy that had been accrued to him was also brought up.

On the night when the team decided to prosecute, Yan Shanlan went out to relax alone. He only brought his mobile phone and wandered aimlessly in the streets of Tokyo alone.

The winter night in Tokyo was very cold, and the biting cold wind surrounded him from all directions.

When passing by the busiest business district in Tokyo, Yan Shanlan covered his face with a scarf. People kept running past him in a hurry, but no one recognized him.

Yan Shanlan wandered around late at night, and when returning to the hotel, he passed the building where his poster was hung.

The building has been closed, and the glass window is pitch black, only the advertising screen at the top is still lit.

With the light of the advertising screen, Yan Shanlan saw a man in a long black trench coat leaning against the car.

He looked up at his poster.

That poster was shot really well, both the jewelry and the people shine through the camera.

Yan Shanlan didn't know why the man stopped here, but he was indeed looking at himself.

He was the only one who stopped to commemorate the slander.

The man stood for a long time, while Yan Shanlan hid in the corner and secretly took a picture of his back with his mobile phone in the bleak wind.

After returning to China, Yan Shanlan developed that photo and kept it until now.

Yan Shanlan caressed the back of the man in the photo, with a smile on his mouth, but a sense of loss in his light gray eyes.

A lot has changed in six years. The 24-year-old Yan Shanlan is no longer tossed and tossed by rumors. Even if someone points his nose and scolds him, he will no longer feel sad.

But he still agonizes over memories that no one remembers.

Alphas are dull and careless, Mother Artea always said so.

Yan Shanlan didn't feel it at first, but now he can understand her mood to some extent.

He would quarrel with Fu Sirong, but he couldn't get angry with him.

When Fu Sirong was secretly taking pictures in the greenhouse, Yan Shanlan noticed that he was back.

President Fu pretending to put away his phone was funny, but Yan Shanlan saved him some face and didn't expose it.

He still couldn't bear to be angry with the idiot.

Yan Shanlan rubbed his eyes, put the gemstone back into the box, put it in the bottom drawer with a lock, put the photo in the book, and didn't put it away again.

Yan Shanlan just said "good night" and hid. Fu Sirong stood in front of his door for a while, and instead of going back to the bedroom, he turned and went into the study.

He turned on the computer and uploaded the photos he secretly took in the evening.

Because it was a candid shot, the first two photos are a bit blurry, but the latter ones are very clear, showing Yan Shanlan sitting on a swing.

The lens focuses on Yan Shanlan's face, and the rainbow falling through the carved glass is clearly visible, and the surrounding rose arches are blurred, like an oil painting with hazy tones.

Fu Sirong stared at the screen, picked the most satisfactory one among a dozen almost identical photos, and set it as the desktop wallpaper of the computer.

He originally wanted to use it on his mobile phone, but he was afraid of being discovered by Yan Shanlan, so he didn't even dare to wash the photos, so he could only secretly put them on the computer desktop.

In fact, it's okay even if he is found out, Yan Shanlan is easy to coax and won't really get angry with him.

Turning the wedding ring on her ring finger, Fu Sirong smiled at the screen for a while, and didn't go back to her bedroom to rest until the time in the lower right corner jumped to a new day.