The remarried husband is actually the head of the rich family?

Chu Tianqing recalled and described what happened in the dream in detail.

"Maybe I haven't seen you for many years. I don't know what Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle looks like now, so the one who lives under the same roof with you every day in my dream is a big monster. The monster has sharp fangs, and there seems to be a bottomless pit in his eyes. He can swallow people with just one look, without even spitting out bones. I was very scared and wanted to take you away, but you seemed to be controlled by him. Not only did you not listen to me, but you also took the initiative to throw yourself into his arms, letting him bite your neck and greedily suck blood. Your face was sucked pale and there was no reaction. I was scared to death and wanted to rescue you quickly, but I had no ability myself, so I could only look for people for help everywhere. However, everyone seemed to be bought by him, and no one was willing to help me. I finally found my brother, but my brother refused to help and only asked me to send you supplements. My brother didn't say it clearly, but I understood what he meant in an instant. He wanted you to make up for your body and continue to suck blood from the monster. It was also at that moment that I suddenly realized that my brother and the monster were actually in the same group, and then I woke up in shock."

Ye Qingluo was amused by Chu Tianqing's imaginative nightmare: "Qingqing, it's really not the case. No matter how scary Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle is, he is not scarier than a monster. Besides, you admit that you don't even know what he looks like. Maybe you can't recognize him even if he stands in front of you. How can you be sure that the monster with me is Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle?"

"Because he has a name." Chu Tianqing blurted out, "I know his name."

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo inexplicably felt a chill on her spine, and before she even realized where the chill came from, she quickly returned to her original state.

Ye Qingluo smiled and said, "Now that you put it that way, I'm not surprised why you can associate me with Uncle Seven Fu Jingchen, because my husband has the same name as him, and dreams are originally illusory, so it's normal for some messy combinations to appear."

After a pause, Ye Qingluo asked curiously, "Speaking of which, since we have the same name, why don't you think that the monster with me in your dream is my current husband, but Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle?"

"This one……"

yes?

why?

Chu Tianqing recalled for a while before answering, "I don't know why. It's really strange. I never thought about this in my dreams. I just knew as soon as I heard the name that the person was Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle. I didn't seem to remember another person with the same name in my dreams. It seemed that you married Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle."

Ye Qingluo: "...If you say so, it is indeed a terrible nightmare."

"Qingluo, please don't mind it." Chu Tianqing thought for a moment and sighed, "Maybe I often gossip about him behind his back, and I got obsessed with gossip. Maybe nightmares are the opposite, so I have to do the opposite to correspond to reality."

"What you said makes sense." Ye Qingluo was thinking about something and nodded absentmindedly.

Chu Tianqing left after lunch the next day.

Ye Qingluo went out together under the pretext of accompanying Chu Tianqing shopping.

After Chu Tianqing returned home, Ye Qingluo took a taxi directly to the rented apartment.

As soon as she got downstairs, her cell phone rang.

Caller ID is a string of numbers.

However, Ye Qingluo recognized it as Chu Lingxuan's number at a glance. Even if she deleted the contact information, she would never forget the string of numbers engraved in her mind.

Ye Qingluo could roughly guess why Chu Lingxuan called her at this time. She estimated that he had already gone to their old house with a check for three hundred million yuan.

Ye Qingluo didn't answer Chu Lingxuan's call.

After hanging up, I directly added his phone number to the blacklist.

When Ye Qingluo opened the door and returned home, Fu Yehan was also at home. He was sitting on the sofa typing on the computer.

"Didn't you go out today?" Ye Qingluo asked.

Seeing her come back suddenly, Fu Yehan quickly closed the computer as if he was hiding something.

"Fu Yehan, what were you doing just now?" Ye Qingluo looked suspiciously at the man who stood up and walked towards her, and guessed, "Were you looking at that thing?"

Fu Yehan's lips curled slightly: "Which what?"

Ye Qingluo glared at him and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he talked about the purpose of his return.

"My mother lives alone in such a big house. I'm afraid she will be lonely. I want to move back home in the future."

Ye Qingluo didn't say that her mother forced her to go back, because she didn't want Fu Yehan to think too much.

"Yeah." Fu Yehan expressed his understanding. "It's good to move back home. It's a very happy thing to live with an open-minded mother."

Fu Yehan is right.

Her mother was indeed very open-minded and easy to talk to about everything except him.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingluo couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

I also feel a little guilty.

She didn’t know how to explain to Fu Yehan that she couldn’t bring him home for the time being.

"Fu Yehan."

After a brief moment of distraction, Ye Qingluo quickly regained her composure. She wrapped her arms around Fu Yehan's neck, and using some strength, she gently jumped upwards.

Fu Yehan tacitly held her thighs and picked her up.

The two kissed in this position for a while. Ye Qingluo couldn't help but feel a little hot. He clung to Fu Yehan like a pendant and whispered, "Shall we go back to the bedroom and do something serious?"

"What business are you in?" Fu Yehan asked knowingly.

Ye Qingluo put her lips close to his ears, her voice soft and charming, "It's about what you were secretly studying on the computer just now."

Fu Yehan: "..."

It can be said that Ye Qingluo has no mental burden in front of Fu Yehan, and the degree of her openness is sometimes unimaginable even to herself.

Fu Yehan also understands her very well and cooperates with her every time, and his cooperation is just right.

Sometimes Fu Yehan would also demand things forcefully, but his domineering attitude of "I want you, you only belong to me" would also bring her an ultimate sense of satisfaction. Even if Fu Yehan tortured her to the point of breaking her bones, the kind of pleasing harmony in her soul would make her unable to stop and never get tired of it.

In the bedroom, curtains block out most of the light.

After two consecutive fierce battles, Fu Yehan leaned over and gently kissed Ye Qingluo's bright red lips a few times. Ye Qingluo closed her eyes lazily, feeling the man's gentle and satisfying love.

"Wife." Fu Yehan called her softly in her ear.

"Ah."

Ye Qingluo was extremely tired physically, but his heart was completely relaxed.

"Can you stay tonight?"

There was a hint of seduction in Fu Yehan's deep and sexy voice.

Hearing the sound, Ye Qingluo slowly opened his eyes.

Fu Yehan's eyes were deep and his emotions were unclear.

Ye Qingluo stared at him for a while and said teasingly: "Baby, your appetite is getting bigger and bigger now. One afternoon is not enough, and you want to continue to the evening?"