please feel my love

On the fourth day of Yan Shanlan's recuperation at home, the fingerprints on his wrists completely disappeared.

He stood in front of the French windows in the living room, looking at the garden full of snapdragons. The morning sun fell on his face, blurring the edges and corners.

The snapdragon in the garden grows very luxuriantly, and it seems that it will be in full bloom before the hot summer. When the wind blows, there will be a burst of white waves in the sea of ​​flowers.

Fu Sirong had just finished talking on the phone with someone, and came down from the second floor. When he saw Yan Shanlan bathed in the sun, he stepped forward and hugged him gently from behind.

He put his chin on Yan Shanlan's shoulder and asked, "Does your hand still hurt?"

Yan Shanlan raised his hand and held it in front of him, "It's almost ready."

Fu Sirong glanced forward, "When you recover from your injury, remember to go out more often, don't stay at home all the time."

"I'm going to the studio tomorrow." Yan Shanlan thought about it, then turned his head and asked, "Are you going out?"

Fu Sirong touched his wrist, "I'm going on a business trip for a few days, I'll be leaving soon, I'm not sure when I'll be back."

Yan Shanlan has been staying at home since he was injured, and the only activity he does every day is to take a walk in the garden.

He didn't go out all the time, and the housekeeper and maids were worried, and they reminded Fu Sirong to spend more time with him.

Fu Sirong agreed, and finally waited for Yan Shanlan to recover from his hand injury, but he broke his promise.

Yan Shanlan looked at the flowers outside the window, and said in a very soft voice: "I'll talk about what I said before when you come back."

"Okay, wait for me to come back."

Fu Sirong lay on Yan Shanlan's shoulder, greedily sniffing the fragrance of flowers on his hair.

Fu Sirong went on a business trip, and there was suddenly one person missing by his side. Yan Shanlan was a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, he became busy immediately.

His schedule for this month was not too full, but it was pushed back four days due to a hand injury. All the work piled up and he had to rush to the studio early to deal with it.

Yan Shanlan told the housekeeper that he was going out, and wanted the driver at home to take him, but when he went out, he saw Ke Ye and two burly men in black standing in front of the car.

Ke Ye bowed slightly, "Madam, we are responsible for protecting your safety during this time."

Yan Shanlan looked at the two bodyguards and asked, "Is that what Brother Rong meant?"

Ke Ye was taken aback when he heard Fu Sirong's address, and then said, "Yes."

"Then let's go." Yan Shanlan opened the car door and sat in.

He was sitting behind the driver's seat, Ke Ye sat next to him, and two bodyguards were in front.

After driving for a while, Ke Ye seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly raised the middle baffle.

Yan Shanlan heard the sound of the baffle being raised, and glanced at him.

Ke Ye swallowed, and did not say until the bodyguard was completely isolated by the baffle, "The public relations department intercepted a report two days ago."

Yan Shanlan asked flatly: "Is it about my cheating?"

Ke Ye nodded stiffly, "The boss has already dealt with it, but madam...have you talked to the boss?"

"Not yet." Yan Shanlan looked at him, "Do you think he will believe me if I tell him now?"

Ke Ye took the place of his own boss and shook his head decisively.

He remained silent for a few minutes, then asked again: "Then what are you going to do about Gao Yun?"

"I'll talk to him when he comes back." Yan Shanlan smiled, "That mad dog will find a chance to fight back if he kills him once."

Ke Ye knew that this lady was not a gentle and weak girl, and she was not as "nostalgic" as the report said, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for the boss who was on a business trip overseas.

Downstairs in the studio, Ke Ye and the bodyguards escorted Yan Shanlan upstairs.

He walked into the studio, and Jiang Wan suddenly appeared from a corner.

The bodyguard took a step forward vigilantly, but was blocked by Ke Ye beside him.

Jiang Wan smiled teasingly at the three people behind Yan Shanlan, "Lan, you finally have the ostentation of a supermodel."

"Sister Wan." Yan Shanlan called her helplessly, "There is still time for joking, it seems that today is not very busy."

"It's okay." Jiang Wan shrugged, "There are small cakes in the lounge, do you want to eat?"

"Cake is the natural enemy of models, and they will gain weight." Yan Shanlan refused without thinking.

As he was approaching retirement, he didn't want to smash his brand name and fall into the trap of failure in body management.

Jiang Wan touched Yan Shanlan's shoulder, then grabbed his hand, checked it up and down carefully, and asked, "Why don't you rest for a few more days?"

Yan Shanlan decided to retire, Jiang Wan didn't intend to make him pay a high liquidated damages, and directly filled his schedule.

But he no longer accepts new collaborations, and the work intensity of the entire studio has been reduced a lot.

During the few days when Yan Shanlan was resting, everyone in the studio adjusted Yan Shanlan's itinerary, and at the same time had frantic gatherings and snacks, and the days were very nourishing.

But this happiness did not seem to convey to Yan Shanlan.

"It's been dragging on for too long, let's end it as soon as possible." Yan Shanlan paused, and asked, "Is the new itinerary ready?"

"It's all scheduled." Jiang Wan recalled the itinerary and showed him the tablet.

Yan Shanlan looked at the itinerary for the next half month, and it was still the work that was originally planned to end in two weeks, but because of his temporary rest, Jiang Wan postponed the plan by one day, compressing the two weeks of work to ten days.

After these ten days of high-intensity work, it is another four days of rest.

Looking at the blank itinerary for those two days, Yan Shanlan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The main force of the studio returned, and in the next ten days, everyone rushed to the venue according to the schedule.

The compressed work density is very high. When people in the studio are still yawning, Ke Ye and bodyguards are already following behind Yan Shanlan conscientiously.

The people in the studio knew that they were sent by Fu Sirong, so they didn't talk to them very much, but they didn't neglect them either.

"Ke Zhu." The assistant handed the freshly ground coffee to Ke Ye, "Thank you."

"Thank you." Ke Ye took the coffee, and the assistant distributed the coffee to the bodyguard behind him.

The coffee was very hot, Ke Ye took a sip and put it down.

He looked at Yan Shanlan whose hair and clothes were being manipulated by a stylist in the distance, and asked his assistant, "Has Madam been working so hard?"

The assistant nodded, "It's less this year, it used to be like this almost every day."

Ke Ye frowned, and asked uncertainly, "Is it over tomorrow?"

The boss will be back tomorrow. He asked about his wife's itinerary several times in the morning, which made Ke Ye's ears almost callused.

The assistant pulled out a large stack of papers from the bag, flipped through them for a while, "According to the current progress, it will be finished tomorrow afternoon."

"I hope nothing goes wrong." Ke Ye said vaguely.

He always felt that the calm these few days was more like the calm before the storm.

Ke Ye's premonition was accurate.

On the day when the filming was coming to an end, an unexpected visitor came to Yan Shanlan's studio.

Gao Yun stood at the door holding a rose, with a seemingly gentle smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the haggard and violent eyes.

He ignored everyone present, and affectionately called Yan Shanlan by his nickname: "Lanlan, how are you doing recently?"