please feel my love

Fu Sirong was sitting in a large seat, and the continuous sound of rain came in through the thick glass.

The first-class cabin was very quiet, and he could clearly hear the movement behind the door curtain. Someone was asking when they could take off, and the flight attendants walked back and forth in the cabin, whispering to comfort the restless passengers from time to time.

The flight has been delayed for nearly an hour since boarding.

It is now the typhoon-prone season in the south, with continuous showers and heavy rain soon after boarding the plane.

Fu Sirong was anxious to go home to see Yan Shanlan, but now he had no other choice but to wait.

The long wait was boring, Fu Sirong leaned against the window and listened to the sound of rain, and Yan Shanlan's back when he left angrily appeared in his mind.

The last time Yan Shanlan was angry during the estrus, he was left out for several days, I don't know how many days it will take to coax him well this time.

Fu Sirong rubbed his face in frustration.

He thought of several ways to apologize, rehearsed it in his head, and was rejected by himself.

The rain outside the window gradually subsided. When Fu Sirong overturned the apology rehearsal for the tenth time and began to search for information on the Internet, the plane finally got permission to take off and pushed onto the runway.

The roar of the engine overwhelmed the sound of the rain, and there was no gloomy sky outside the window, only the endless sea of ​​clouds.

After the plane entered the cruising altitude, Fu Sirong turned off the search page and started staring at the phone screen in a daze.

After returning from the Netherlands, he changed the wallpaper of the phone screen to a photo of Yan Shanlan and him, and moved all the apps to the upper and lower ends, leaving a picture of two people holding hands.

In the photo, Yan Shanlan is holding a tulip in one hand and holding him in the other, his long hair is flying in the wind, but his smiling eyes are looking at him.

Fu Sirong still remembered what Yan Shanlan said at that time.

He asked if the tulip looked good, and he said "not as good as you" in a fascinated way.

Yan Shanlan was startled for a moment, then laughed.

Fu Sirong has collected many photos of Yan Shanlan, but Yan Shanlan's eyes in magazines and posters are always cold, and he can't hold anyone's figure.

He loves this photo even more.

In that beautiful picture like an oil painting, the people in the painting only see themselves.

The first heartbeat when I was young, sometimes it was just because of a look in the other party's eyes.

Fu Sirong always remembered the first time he met Yan Shanlan.

Six years ago, he was just a young boy who had just entered university. He was supposed to be the most arrogant and comfortable age, but his father who was over sixty suddenly announced his retirement.

Fu Xian simply became the hands-off shopkeeper and threw Fu Sirong into the company to take over the family business.

Fu Sirong has been with Fu Xian since he was a child. Although he has been influenced by his ears and eyes, he really came to the negotiating table. The young boy faced a group of old foxes. He was inexperienced and at the same time always showed timidity carelessly.

For his father's sake, the domestic bosses would show some mercy, but when he went abroad, Fu Sirong almost lost face and face.

He went to Tokyo for an almost impossible deal that dragged on for three days and ended in failure.

That negotiation wiped away the last bit of Fu Sirong's confidence.

He began to doubt whether he was qualified to sit in this seat.

After reporting the failed negotiation with his father, he drove around the streets of Tokyo.

People come and go in the bustling city, and drunken office workers blushed and hooked their shoulders, laughing loudly in front of the izakaya.

Hearing them bragging about their achievements and achievements, Fu Sirong stepped on the gas pedal silently and left the noisy urban area.

When passing by a building, he saw an advertising screen lit up on the roof.

It was late at night, the street was pitch black, and the billboard became the only source of light.

Fu Sirong parked the car near the building, leaned against the car door, and looked up at the advertising screen above his head.

The beautiful models on the screen are hugging green-eyed black cats, one person and one cat are decorated with gorgeous jewelry, his face is still a little immature, and the jewelry is dazzling, but it can't hide the sharpness in his eyes.

Fu Sirong found the model's name in the corner of the advertising screen.

Yan Shanlan, he whispered the other party's name.

The cold night wind chilled Fu Sirong's face and hands, but he looked up at the poster, and his mood suddenly improved.

At that time, Fu Sirong didn't know what Yan Shanlan was going through.

After returning to the hotel, driven by curiosity, he saw the black material and the clarification from Yan Shanlan's studio on the Internet.

An Omega model with no background in the fashion industry suddenly became famous overnight, which inevitably aroused jealousy, but those remarks were so unbearable that Fu Sirong couldn't stand it.

He looked at the "criminal evidence" listed in the report, saw strangers wantonly insulting Yan Shanlan, and chose Yan Shanlan between questioning and believing.

Fu Sirong couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at that time, perhaps apart from anger, there was also regret.

I feel sorry for Yan Shanlan's future, but also for his reputation.

Carrying those unwarranted charges and replacing them with people with weaker psychological endurance, they might have quit the circle a long time ago.

If Yan Shanlan quits the circle, it means that Fu Sirong will never see that beautiful Omega again.

But two days later, he saw Yan Shanlan again at the airport.

Yan Shanlan, who was covered in black material, was wearing a mask and hat, but they couldn't hide the tiredness on his face.

He walked in front of Fu Sirong, his body was on the verge of falling, but he forced himself into the lounge.

Fu Sirong did not follow.

He and Yan Shanlan didn't know each other yet, so he wasn't qualified to comfort Yan Shanlan, and he didn't want to disturb Yan Shanlan who was physically and mentally exhausted.

Yan Shanlan sat in the lounge, his tired eyes dimmed.

Fu Sirong watched from the seat outside the lounge until he boarded the plane and left.

After that, Yan Shanlan was silent for a while.

Later, when Fu Sirong saw the news about Yan Shanlan again, he could no longer see the exhaustion and depression on his face.

Gossip rumors that seem to be true or false are still flying all over the sky, but Yan Shanlan doesn't care, and does what he likes as he pleases.

Fu Sirong was once again aroused curiosity.

He went to find all the videos of Yan Shanlan's catwalk shows and endorsements, and watched them over and over again.

Yan Shanlan on the runway is very dazzling, standing in front of the camera and retracting freely, just a subtle look and movement can attract everyone's attention.

He is an Omega who is labeled as "weak", but he has climbed to the top of an industry with a whole body of infamy.

Fu Sirong had never seen such an Omega.

During that time, Yan Shanlan's figure would always appear in his dreams, and he couldn't grasp or touch him.

It wasn't until Fu Sirong was awakened by a charming dream that he fully reacted.

He likes Yan Shanlan very much.

However, at that time, Fu Sirong was still working on an acquisition case all night.

He wasn't born to sit in this position, if he wasn't born in Fu's family, he would be just an ordinary person, different from Yan Shanlan who worked hard to start a career by himself.

If he is not good enough, what will he use to pursue Yan Shanlan.

Fu Sirong raised his hand and gently touched Yan Shanlan's face on the screen, secretly making up his mind.

Six years later, Fu Sirong, who had been repeatedly defeated at the negotiating table, became the veritable president of the Fu Group, and Yan Shanlan, who was riddled with scandals, became a top international model.

They all achieved fame and glory.

Fu Sirong finally reunited with Yan Shanlan in Tokyo where his heart was moved for the first time.

He once thought about what kind of scene he should speak to Yan Shanlan in order to express exactly what he was after without offending Yan Shanlan.

But after thinking about it, not only did he fail to express his love properly, but he was also molested after he fell asleep.

Fu Sirong took Yan Shanlan's phone number and thought about starting as a lover.

But not long after, he saw the Yan's freighter being detained, and heard that Yan Xueqing was asking for help everywhere, and an idea popped up in his mind—marriage.

So he went, on the way he was ready to be rejected by the Yan family, even if the Yan family refused, he would help.

As expected, Yan Xueqing refused, but Yan Shanlan agreed.

After getting married, Fu Sirong didn't dare to talk about his love, because his so-called love at first sight for Yan Shanlan was, to put it bluntly, just love at first sight.

He is not noble, no different from other Alphas, and even sneaks in when the Yan family is in trouble.

There is no worse Alpha than him.

Except Gao Yun.

Fu Sirong put on the earphones and opened the video in the photo album.

It was Jiang Wan who secretly photographed the farce Gao Yun performed in Yan Shanlan's studio.

Gao Yun in the video is still acting disgustingly, but Yan Shanlan, who is always gentle and talkative at home, shows a disgusted expression that Fu Sirong has never seen before.

He didn't hide it, from his eyes to his movements, even every strand of hair expressed his disgust and dislike for Gao Yun.

"It was a really good night."

Yan Shanlan's ambiguous words came from the earphones, and before Fu Sirong had time to feel embarrassed, he saw Yan Shanlan throwing flowers on Gao Yun's face.

Yan Shanlan's mocking smile flashed by, and the scene was frozen at the scene where Gao Yun was thrown out.

Fu Sirong took off his earphones and let out a long sigh of relief.

Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that he was also funny.

Yan Shanlan said that he didn't believe it. He was not thinking too much here, and he even made his wife angry.

In ancient times, an emperor built a canal to see Qionghua in the south, and later generations called it a feat.

And he made his wife angry and even moved the hydrangea raised by his father back to coax him, which is referred to as counselor.

Fu Sirong smiled helplessly.

The plane landed two hours later.

It was not evening when Fu Sirong got home, but it was already dark.

The sky is cloudy, and it seems that it will rain heavily at any time.

He handed the hydrangeas to the gardeners and watched them plant the flowers in the open space of the garden before going back to the house and going up to the second floor.

Fu Sirong changed out of his damp clothes and stood in front of Yan Shanlan's bedroom door.

He closed his eyes and took two deep breaths, then tapped twice.

"Lan Lan."

No one answered.

Fu Sirong paced back and forth at the door, walked up and down a few times, and knocked on the door again.

This time the bedroom door opened.

With a "click", the door of Yan Shanlan's bedroom opened a crack, before Fu Sirong could be happy, a hand stretched out from inside and pulled him into the room.

Fu Sirong hadn't reacted when he was dragged in. When he recovered, Yan Shanlan had already pushed him against the wall.

Yan Shanlan raised his head, with tears in his light gray eyes, as if silently accusing him of his previous actions.

"Lanlan, I'm sorry." Fu Sirong stretched out his hand and hugged Yan Shanlan into his arms.

Yan Shanlan trembled, and suddenly bit Fu Sirong's shoulder.

His bite was light, like the weak demonstration of a wounded critter.

Fu Sirong held Yan Shanlan in his arms, and heard him complain vaguely: "Why did you come back..."

Yan Shanlan's body trembled slightly, and Fu Sirong felt something was wrong after hugging her for a while.

Fu Sirong touched his forehead nervously and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Shanlan lay on Fu Sirong's shoulder panting, and after a while he whispered, "Peromone disorder."

He missed Fu Sirong so much that there was a problem with his pheromone.

Yan Shanlan's ears and neck were abnormally pink, and Fu Sirong could vaguely smell the bitter fragrance of flowers from his hot breath.

He supported Yan Shanlan's hot and soft body, "Have you taken your medicine?"

"No strength." Yan Shanlan shook his head.

He looked into Fu Sirong's eyes, grabbed Fu Sirong's hand and reached for his neck.

"Don't be so troublesome, just do it once."

Omega's slightly hoarse words were like Cypriot singing, bewitching Alpha's mind.

Fu Sirong only felt a smooth surface on his fingertips, and the collar on Yan Shanlan's neck immediately made two beeps.

His fingerprints untied Yan Shanlan's neck ring, and the black neck ring slipped from between his neck and fell to the ground.

The strong scent of bitter orange blossom exploded in the bedroom, and the violent pheromone stunned the unprepared Alpha for two seconds.

Fu Sirong buried his head in Yan Shanlan's neck, rubbing his nose against his hot skin.

His hand slipped from Yan Shanlan's waist, carried the exhausted man to the bed, and pulled off the tie of the nightgown.

"Is one time enough?"

Yan Shanlan arched his waist, "It's up to you."

Late at night, it finally started to rain outside.

The continuous rain did not disturb the people in the house.

Fu Sirong's sweat dripped on Yan Shanlan's face, waking up those who were drowning in it.

He looked at Fu Sirong with a dazed look, and the hand that hooked the other's neck slipped to his shoulder.

"Brother Rong." Yan Shanlan called out softly.

He asked Fu Sirong: "What's the smell of your pheromone?"

Fu Sirong hugged Yan Shanlan into his arms, raised his head to reveal the gland at Adam's apple, and released a little pheromone.

"cypress."

The air is filled with the scent of cypress wood that has been smoked and roasted. The sour woody scent is calm but light. It suppresses the restless bitter orange blossom scent and soothes the hot body due to pheromone disorder.

Yan Shanlan sniffed the smoky scent of cypress and remembered the placebo he had used during the last estrus.

He tore off the label, never remembering what it smelled like.

It turned out to be cypress.

But Fu Sirong's pheromone is different from the artificially synthesized inferior imitations, with a unique smoky taste.

The pheromone of Fu Sirong is that this taste is really good.

He likes it very much and never gets tired of smelling it.

"Not attentive."

Fu Sirong brushed away the damp hair on Yan Shanlan's forehead, "What are you thinking?"

Yan Shanlan took Fu Sirong's hand and kissed his palm, "I miss you."

Fu Sirong chuckled, and leaned over to kiss Yan Shanlan.

The rain on a summer night ticks down on the window, hiding the love words between the lover's pillow.