please feel my love

Fu Sirong stayed at home for two days, and on Monday, he got up early again to drive Yan Shanlan to the studio.

Although Xiaobie is better than newlyweds, they have accumulated a lot of work on their hands, and they don't have much time to relive the honeymoon period.

Fu Sirong drove the car downstairs to Yan Shanlan's studio.

He helped Yan Shanlan unbuckle his seat belt, and his body followed the inertia of the seat belt retraction and leaned over.

"Call me when it's almost over, and I'll pick you up."

The two are very close, and it seems that they will kiss each other at any time.

Yan Shanlan leaned back a little, and asked him: "You haven't been to the company for so many days, aren't you busy?"

"With Qiao Yu and the others here, it's not a big problem." Fu Sirong lowered his head and smiled lightly.

Yan Shanlan saw that he was laziness in a fair manner, and mourned for two seconds for the group of people on the top floor of Fu's Building.

"Then you have to give them a raise, otherwise no one will work for you, an evil capitalist." Yan Shanlan had a serious face, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Understood, Mrs. Fu." Fu Sirong went up to him and kissed him, "Waiting for your call."

Yan Shanlan waved goodbye to Fu Sirong in the car when the elevator arrived.

He walked into the studio and greeted Jiang Wan who was walking towards him.

"Sister Wan, good morning."

"Morning." Jiang Wan raised his head and glanced at Yan Shanlan, then quickly lowered his head to look at the tablet in his hand.

She poked the screen a few times and handed the tablet to Yan Shanlan, "Here, here is the schedule for next week."

This time the schedule is very full, from next week until the end of September, including a big fashion week.

Jiang Wan said meaningfully: "There are still two weeks left to go abroad, remember to tell your Mr. Fu, don't let him drop his work again and come here."

Because she wanted to post Gao Yun's video, she added Ke Ye's WeChat.

Originally thought it was just a short-term cooperative relationship, but it turned out that the two had a cold war. Jiang Wan felt rebellious when he heard Ke Ye complaining about the big boss of the Fu family.

Yan Shanlan touched the tip of his nose, "Okay, do you still have any plans to go abroad?"

Jiang Wan drank the cold coffee at hand and threw the paper cup into the trash can three meters away, "No more, but the designer from last time hoped to cooperate with you again."

Clement seemed to have found new inspiration from the last shoot, and contacted Jiang Wan not long after returning to France.

Yan Shanlan tapped on the edge of the tablet, staring at the almost full itinerary and pondering for a moment.

He thought for a while, and circled the few days that were still free on the itinerary, "If Clement is still in Paris during this time, take half a day out of these few days to have an interview with him."

Jiang Wan saw that the time he circled would not affect other work, so she had no objection.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

After Fu Sirong sent Yan Shanlan off, he turned around and went to Fu's Building.

After skipping work for a week, although the secretaries handled most of the official duties as much as possible, there were still many documents that needed to be signed on Fu Sirong's desk.

He was busy from morning to afternoon, and he managed to deal with the backlog of work.

Fu Sirong's desk was full of documents in a mess, Qiao Yu helped him tidy up the documents on the desk, and reminded: "Tomorrow morning at [-] o'clock, I will have a video conference with my Japanese partner, and I will send you the information later. "

"Go, it's hard work." Fu Sirong waved his hand, and stopped Qiao Yu when he opened the door and was about to leave.

He asked uncertainly: "Has the Secretariat not raised wages for a while?"

Qiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "It was adjusted once in the middle of last year, and it hasn't changed since then."

"The salary will be increased next month..." Fu Sirong thought about it, and doubled the number that he blurted out immediately, "Let's increase it by 14%, and Ke Ye's bonus will also be paid."

"Okay..." Qiao Yu was overwhelmed by the sudden good news, and walked out of the CEO's office with erratic steps.

Fu Sirong leaned on the boss chair and closed his eyes to rest.

But the office was not quiet for a long time, and the door was knocked again.

Fu Sirong pinched the bridge of his nose, "Come in."

"Mr. Fu." Ke Ye walked in, "The Legal Department invites you to come over."

Fu Sirong looked up and asked, "Have you prepared the materials for the prosecution?"

Ke Ye nodded, "It's ready, and you can go through the process after you have read it."

Fu Sirong glanced at the time, there was still a while before get off work, and Yan Shanlan hadn't called yet.

"Let's go and have a look." He picked up his phone and strode out of the office.

Fu's Group has a special legal department, which is responsible for handling all the company's related legal affairs, and occasionally helps President Fu do some extra work for bonuses.

When Fu Sirong went in, Lawyer Chen was there.

He was looking at the materials compiled by his apprentice, discussing a few words with the people around him from time to time.

Fu Sirong went up, picked up a document at Lawyer Chen's hand, and flipped through a few pages, "How are you sorting it out?"

The lawyer in charge of this prosecution put a copy of the materials on the table, "The only thing left is the indictment, Xiao Lin is revising it."

"Try to end it before the Chinese New Year, so as not to have long nights and dreams." Fu Sirong nodded the table, "After the lawsuit is written, help me draft a share transfer contract."

"Okay." The person in charge replied, and continued to work on the matter in hand.

Lawyer Chen waited for his apprentice to leave, then pushed Fu Sirong with his elbow, and joked, "It's different when you're married, does old Fu know that you spend so much money?"

The corners of Fu Sirong's lips rose, and he said modestly: "It's okay."

After all, Fu Sirong didn't have the heart to be that "evil capitalist" that Yan Shanlan said.

This time the prosecution and the acquisition were carried out at the same time, but because he skipped work, the prosecution has finished sorting out the materials, while the progress of the acquisition is still on hold.

It is not an easy task to acquire a company that can barely operate. Fu Sirong wanted to finish all the things before October, so he could only stay conscientiously in the group meeting and work overtime.

Except for picking up Yan Shanlan from get off work on the first day, he let the driver do it for the next few days.

After being busy for nearly two weeks, Fu Sirong finally got some free time.

On Friday night, Yan Shanlan was lying on the railing of the balcony looking at the stars, and Fu Sirong hugged him from behind.

August is not far from the beginning of autumn, the night wind blows on the body and it starts to feel a little cool, but Fu Sirong's body is very hot.

His warm chest was pressed against Yan Shanlan's back, his arms were wrapped around his waist, and his head was buried in the hollow of his neck, pressing most of his weight on it.

"You are so heavy." Yan Shanlan shrugged his shoulders and motioned Fu Sirong to stand up.

Fu Sirong surrounded Yan Shanlan with pheromones and body temperature, and his restless hands touched the hem of his clothes.

"Don't touch." Yan Shanlan pressed Fu Sirong's hand, "If you want to hug, hug it well."

Fu Sirong stopped his hands very obediently, and pressed his palm against the delicate skin on Yan Shanlan's waist, "I'm too tired recently, let me recharge the battery for a while."

Yan Shanlan found a comfortable position, leaned into Fu Sirong's arms and let him hold her.

Fu Sirong lay on Yan Shanlan's shoulder for a while, and couldn't help rubbing his thumb on the side waist a few times.

He felt the body in his arms tremble slightly, and asked in a very low voice: "Lan Lan, are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Yan Shanlan leaned on his chest with a lazy voice.

Fu Sirong took Yan Shanlan's hand that was resting on the railing, passed his five fingers between his fingers, and held it with his palm against the back of his hand.

He kissed Yan Shanlan's earlobe and asked, "Do you want to go on a date?"

During Fu Sirong's overtime work, he was busy until late at night every day, so he didn't have much time to make out with Yan Shanlan.

Now that he is free, he thinks a lot, but he is reluctant to waste the whole day on the bed.

Yan Shanlan smiled softly, "It's so rare."

"Will you go?" Fu Sirong asked again, and the kiss on the earlobe turned into a nibble.

Yan Shanlan dodged Fu Sirong's sneak attack, pinched his chin, and sucked his face.

"go."

"Go to bed early that night." Fu Sirong picked up Yan Shanlan and carried him back to his bedroom.