please feel my love

In the middle of the night, the news of Yan's capital chain breaking was still on the headlines, and Yan Shanlan's scandal reappeared inexplicably.

The source of the news is unknown, and the original publisher was only an anonymous user of a small forum, but those unconfirmed contents fermented rapidly in the middle of the night.

From Fu Sirong's entry and exit to the Yan family, to the Yan family's plan to push Yan Shanlan and Fu Sirong's commercial marriage, when these news spread on the Internet, Yan Shanlan himself was shooting a promotional video for the new season of haute couture in the studio.

Due to the schedule problem of one of the models, the time for this shooting was very tight. The director asked everyone to mute their mobile phones. Apart from the sound of the cloth rubbing against the hem of the models when they were walking, there was only the voice of the director discussing positions and poses with a few models. .

So after the last shot was taken and the sky in the distance turned white, Yan Shanlan got his phone and saw the scandal on the Internet.

Yan Shanlan was wearing a thin blanket and sitting on a lounge chair, looking at the news screenshot sent by Yan Xueqing with an embarrassed expression.

The news titled [Entered in a deadlock in bankruptcy, the Yan family may become a butterfly through marriage] publicized the news that the Yan family is about to marry the Fu family. Yan Shanlan, who was involved in the family bankruptcy turmoil, was pushed to the center of the topic.

Throughout the night, Yan Shanlan received more than 100 unread messages and dozens of missed calls on his mobile phone, all of whom came to inquire about this matter - family members, acquainted photographers, and brands that are still working together. And people he doesn't want to see.

But among them, Fu Sirong was the only one who didn't exist.

Yan Shanlan leaned tiredly on the chair, scrolled through the unread messages one by one, and sent another message to her sister, saying that she would be home in a while, and then locked the phone screen.

He bent his legs and curled up on the stiff and uncomfortable rest chair, the butterfly bone on his back was slightly arched.

At first he thought that the Yan family had room to turn around, but now it seems that there is nothing left.

Fu Sirong would probably think that it was him, the Yan family who broke the news on purpose.

This is not the morning when there is heavy snow in the middle of winter, but Yan Shanlan feels a bone-chilling cold.

Jiang Wan entered the lounge with Yan Shanlan. She asked the make-up artist and assistant to go out for the time being, and stayed inside alone to accompany him.

During the filming process, she saw the scandal on the Internet, and urgently sent a message to the public relations company she cooperated with, but they were busy all night, and they still couldn't suppress it before the incident became serious.

She always felt that the recent things were a little weird, and everything seemed to be aimed at Yan Shanlan, but Yan Shanlan refused to let her investigate, so she had to give up.

Jiang Wan settled down, and heard Yan Shanlan hum softly, and was about to go up to comfort him, when he caught a glimpse of his mobile phone screen suddenly lit up, "Lan, there is a call."

Yan Shanlan raised his head, saw the name displayed on the phone, and immediately covered the screen on his lap.

"I want to be quiet." He turned his head and said to Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan didn't see the caller ID, but seeing Yan Shanlan's reaction, she obviously wanted to avoid her, and left the lounge after a few worried words.

The phone screen turned on for a while, Yan Shanlan took a deep breath, and answered the phone: "Mr. Fu."

The person on the opposite side didn't speak, and Yan Shanlan's hand holding the phone slightly tightened.

The last time there was a scandal, Fu Sirong approached the Yan family and said that he was willing to take responsibility, but Yan Shanlan was not sure whether he would change his mind because of public opinion this time.

Although Fu Sirong is a good Alpha, after all, he is also a businessman.

Businessmen are always in danger, Yan Shanlan can't figure it out.

There was a noise from Fu Sirong's side, and Yan Shanlan felt that he was covering the receiver and whispering something, and could hear his voice, but it was not to her.

He waited quietly for a while before he heard Fu Sirong say: "Come over after you're done with your work. I'll wait for you at Fu's house."

Yan Shanlan's tightened fingers slowly loosened the second after Fu Sirong finished speaking. He touched his cold knee and said softly, "I want to go back and pack my things first."

He was trying to figure out what Fu Sirong meant, and he spoke in a coquettish tone, which made people feel soft.

A clumsy but effective tactic, most Alphas will take this set.

Fu Sirong remained silent for several seconds, Yan Shanlan's heart was up and down for a while, and the Alpha over there said: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Shanlan said goodbye to the director and left.

He asked Jiang Wan to take him back to Yan's house. While waiting for the traffic lights on the road, Jiang Wan wanted to ask several times, but was blocked back.

Yan Shanlan didn't say anything, just sat on the co-pilot, folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

When the car arrived at the gate of Yan's house, Yan Shanlan got out of the car, saw Yan Xueqing who was waiting for him at the door, and paused.

The garden was still the same as before, full of flowers and no sign of decay, but the decline of the Yan family could not be changed.

Yan Shanlan froze on the spot for a while, until his sister waved to him, and then walked in front of her dawdly, "Sister, I'm coming back to pack my things."

Hearing what he said, Yan Xueqing's heart skipped a beat, "You and..."

She paused, suddenly couldn't find the right words, then the younger brother in front of her nodded lightly and said, "I promised him."

Yan Xueqing clenched and loosened the hand hanging by her side, the suppressed anger and exhaustion finally turned into a sigh.

Her younger brother is sensible and knows how to control people's hearts. He married himself out for the sake of the Yan family. Knowing that she was angry, he put on a posture of letting her be beaten and scolded, so that she couldn't do anything.

Yan Xueqing waved her hands irritably, "Forget it."

Yan Shanlan noticed her sister's exhaustion and decadence, so she reached out and hugged her gently.

"Don't be angry, I'm leaving soon." He leaned on Yan Xueqing's shoulder and said obediently.

Yan Xueqing raised her hand, paused in mid-air, and slowly landed on his head, the soft long hair flowed into her fingertips, and then slipped away from her fingertips.

Yan Shanlan went back to his room to pack his things. He had a lot of stuff, and it took more than an hour to pack half of them, but the room was already full of huge boxes.

The butler poured a glass of water for Yan Shanlan who was sitting on the edge of the bed panting slightly.

He was drinking water, and the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly. It was a message from Fu Sirong, saying that the driver would be waiting for him at the door of Yan's house.

Yan Xueqing, who was standing by the side, saw it, and said with a complicated mood: "You go, I'll have someone pack up the rest and send it over."

"En." Yan Shanlan replied "Yes" to Fu Sirong, stood up on his knees, picked up his coat and walked downstairs.

Yan Xueqing kept sending him out, the driver of Fu's family was waiting at the door, saw Yan Shanlan coming out, and opened the car door for him.

Yan Shanlan bent down to get into the car, Yan Xueqing looked at his thin back, his eyes were sour.

Before officially marrying into the Fu family, Fu Sirong arranged so actively and thoughtfully, Yan Xueqing didn't know how to face him, but it was not a bad thing for him to care about Yan Shanlan.

Suddenly Yan Xueqing was not so worried that Yan Shanlan would suffer in the Fu family.

"Lan Lan." She couldn't help calling out to him again.

Yan Shanlan looked back at her.

Yan Xueqing's lips moved, and it took a long time before she said, "Take care of yourself."

Her voice was filled with uncontrollable sadness, Yan Shanlan bit the tip of his tongue, smiled and waved at her, "I will, don't worry."

"Bye-Bye."

On Yan Shanlan's side, there was a reluctant parting, but on Fu Sirong's side, there was an undercurrent.

Fu Sirong stood on the top floor of Fu's Building, looking down at the group of reporters downstairs who surrounded the gate tightly.

Tan Xiao stood behind him and asked in a low voice, "The reporters are still blocking the gate, do you want to..."

"Clear the scene and let Qiao Yu continue to investigate." Fu Sirong interrupted him.

"Okay." Tan Xiao wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly dialed the internal line to let the security department arrange for someone to clear the venue.

Ten minutes later, the security department called and told Tan Xiao that the reporters at the gate had been invited away. Qiao Yu looked down from the window of the office to make sure that no one had slipped through the net, and then asked Tan Xiao to send Fu Sirong downstairs.

Fu Sirong didn't go through the door, and went down from the internal elevator to the underground parking lot, where people had been checked in advance.

Tan Xiao followed Fu Sirong quickly to the car, and just as the car door opened, a harsh sound suddenly sounded from the parking lot.

"Mr. Fu." A dusty man jumped out of the corner with a camera in his arms, and was blocked by the bodyguard three meters from Fu Sirong's side. He couldn't touch him, but he couldn't stop him from asking sharp questions.

"You went to the same hotel as Yan Shanlan back and forth in Tokyo. May I ask what was your relationship with him at that time?" The man showed a wretched smile on his face.

Fu Sirong turned his head, looked the man up and down, and said coldly, "Get lost."

The car drove onto the road smoothly and left the cold parking lot.

The temperature rose a few degrees in the early spring afternoon, but the atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point.

Fu Sirong sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The driver looked at the boss's face in the rearview mirror, and exchanged glances with Tan Xiao. No one dared to mention what happened just now.

The car was very quiet, and the phone rang very clearly. Both Tan Xiao and the driver were startled, but luckily it stopped after only two rings.

Tan Xiao turned on the phone, and a message popped up.

He glanced at him, then turned around and said, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Yan is already on his way."

Fu Sirong, who was silent all the way, opened his eyes, "Drive faster."