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

Fu Yehan stopped looking at her and glanced at the bright color on the floor near the window.

If the lights were on at this moment, one could see that the man's eyes were slightly red, with an unknown paranoid emotion.

Ye Qingluo was indeed trying to provoke him, but he didn't expect that Fu Yehan's reaction would be so big when he put himself in the situation.

"Okay, I take back this assumption and won't ask any more questions. Even if we reach a deal, I'll take the blame for you tomorrow."

Ye Qingluo knew that she had gone too far, so she stopped playing. She slowly moved closer and kissed the corner of Fu Yehan's lips, and whispered, "I'm going back to sleep. Good night."

After Ye Qingluo finished speaking, he prepared to move his legs and lie back down.

Just as her body tilted and her thighs that were straddling Fu Yehan were half retracted, Fu Yehan suddenly grabbed her waist and fixed her in front of him again.

Fu Yehan suppressed his previous emotions and changed back to a face-saving look. He said coldly, "Isn't it said that the agreement between husband and wife must be observed? Now you say it's done? Who are you looking down on?"

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Ye Qingluo suppressed his laughter and said "Ah": "...What should I do? How about I think of another question?"

"Stop pretending." Fu Yehan exposed Ye Qingluo's hidden thoughts without giving her face. He glanced at her fiercely, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said coldly, "You can touch it."

The next morning, when Ye Qingluo and Fu Yehan went next door to have breakfast, only the aunt who lived there was there. Su Peiyun was not at home. She said she had gone shopping in the mall.

It was not easy to go and wait in the mall early in the morning before it opened.

Ye Qingluo felt sorry for his mother silently for a second.

Tu Lan's birthday party was scheduled for noon, and Ye Qingluo accompanied Fu Yehan to the hospital in the morning.

Fu Yehang had smoky dark circles under his eyes, and he kept yawning while chatting: "Seventh Brother, I really can't stand it anymore. Let's get another brother to torture me tonight. I have to go back and sleep for three days and three nights."

"I don't trust the others." Fu Yehan replied calmly, "My eldest brother is the most reliable. He will strictly follow the doctor's orders to take care of father. I will come here often during the day so that my eldest brother can rest during the day."

"Dad." Fu Yehang said with a sad face, "Look, he treats the seventh brother differently. He doesn't want to tire his brothers, so he only tortures me."

"Yeah." Fu Jingye nodded, "I picked you up from the garbage dump."

Fu Yehang: “…”

Fu Yehang and his other brothers are half-brothers, but they get along pretty well and there is no barrier between them, so sometimes they can speak without restraint and don't take things seriously at all.

"Boss." Fu Jingye called Fu Yehang over and said, "Please help me check if the seventh brother's hairstyle is different today."

Following his father's words, Fu Yehang looked at Fu Yehan carefully and said, "No, Old Seven also had this hairstyle before... Hey, it seems to be a little different. Old Seven's hair seems to be more... smoother today, as if he used conditioner."

Fu Yehan: "..."

"Seventh Brother, what brand of conditioner do you use?" Fu Yehang asked curiously, "Please recommend one. I want to try it when I get home."

"What kind of conditioner do you use?" Fu Jingye stretched out his leg and kicked him lightly. "Seventh Brother uses 'conditioner' because his hair is thick and it feels... No, it works. I can even count the number of hairs left on your head. If you think any of them are not smooth enough, go back and ask your wife to pluck them out for you."

Fu Yehang: “…”

When Ye Qingluo and Fu Yehan arrived at Ifyou at noon, Fu Jingwei and Chu Tiankuo had already arrived.

Tu Lan didn't call anyone else, only the four of them.

It was called a birthday party, but it was just a name. Tu Lan didn't order a cake. A few people just sat around the dining table, drank some wine and chatted.

"Jingwei, you haven't been here for some time."

Tu Lan opened a new bottle of wine, handed it to Chu Tiankuo, and signaled him to fill the bottles for everyone present.

"What my aunt said is right." Fu Jingwei answered a little stiffly, "I've been a little busy with work recently, and I haven't had time to come and see you."

Fu Jingwei and Tu Lan can only be considered to know each other, but they are not actually familiar with each other.

Ting Yunong is her grandfather's second wife and her father's stepmother. She has no blood relationship with them. And Tu Lan, as Ting Yunong's sister, has even less relationship with her.

So although she also called Tu Lan "Auntie", in fact, their relationship was not as close as that between Fu Jingchen and Tu Lan.

"Young man, you'd better be busy." Tu Lan said politely, and then said, "But you can't just immerse yourself in work. You also need to think about your own life events. Am I right, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yehan was peeling shrimps for Ye Qingluo. Upon hearing this, he uttered a neutral "hmm".

Taking advantage of Fu Yehan's "hmm", Tu Lan further asked: "Jingwei, auntie, let me ask you something, do you have a goal now?"

After hearing Tu Lan's question, Fu Jingwei subconsciously glanced at Chu Tiankuo.

Chu Tiankuo took on the service work on the scene. After pouring wine for everyone, he started to pour tea. When he poured it for Fu Yehan, he suddenly lost his concentration.

"Fuck!"

Accompanied by a heartfelt exclamation, Chu Tiankuo reacted and immediately put down the teapot. He hurriedly pulled out a bunch of paper towels and stopped the tea on the table from flowing down the edge.

"Why didn't you remind me?" Chu Tiankuo was so embarrassed that he complained to Fu Yehan.

"Are you a loser?" Fu Yehan asked bluntly, "You need someone to remind you when to stop pouring tea?"

Chu Tiankuo was scolded as a waste in front of his sweetheart, and was depressed to find that he had nothing to refute: "..."

Tu Lan glared at Fu Yehan.

Signaling him to save some face for his son in front of Fu Jingwei.

However, Fu Yehan turned a blind eye and continued to peel the shrimp in his hand.

"Brother Tiankuo." Ye Qingluo pulled out a few more tissues and handed them to Chu Tiankuo to wipe his hands. "Don't worry about him next time. He's not thirsty. Even if he is thirsty, my husband is not a useless person without hands. He doesn't have to wait for someone to serve him even his saliva."

Fu Yehan: "..."

After a brief interlude, Fu Jingwei thought for a while and answered Tu Lan's previous question.

"I have a goal." Fu Jingwei answered politely.

"That's good." Tu Lan said with interest, "When did you have a goal? Why haven't I heard you talk about it before? What kind of goal do you like? Can you tell me?"

Tu Lan asked a very direct question.

The question directly hit the point that Chu Tiankuo was most concerned about.

Taking advantage of the fact that Fu Jingwei was a little shy and didn't dare to look up, Chu Tiankuo's gaze fell nakedly on her blushing face.

"I've liked you for a long time." Fu Jingwei whispered, "I've liked you since I was in school. In the past, there was a very long distance between us, and I didn't dare to ask for anything, so I just liked you secretly and didn't regard you as my goal. But now our distance doesn't seem to be that far, and it seems that I can try to look forward, so I'm a little bolder and allow myself to have a goal."

As for what your favorite goal is like.

Fu Jingwei thought for a moment and replied, "He is the most beautiful and dazzling man I have ever seen."