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

When Fu Yehan saw Tu Lan's call, he was in a high-level meeting.

I dialed the number and the other party called again persistently.

"Hold on."

Fu Yehan picked up the phone and left the meeting room.

"what's up?"

Tu Lan also knew that Fu Yehan was very busy, so she didn't explain the whole story. She just briefly mentioned that she wanted to give away the dress that Fu Yehan asked her to design.

"That's it?"

After listening, Fu Yehan was obviously a little impatient.

"Yeah, that's it." Tu Lan said weakly.

Tu Lan was once a world-class designer with a strong personality and a bad temper. No one could force her to do anything she didn't want to do.

It is still the same today, and no one dares to provoke her easily.

Only with Fu Yehan, not only did she not have any temper, but she also had to carefully serve this ancestor, for fear of angering him.

There is no way. The ability to solve problems determines the right to speak, and the right to speak determines prestige.

So once Fu Yehan, who is recognized by everyone as a troublemaker, turns against her, not to mention her, even Mr. Fu, who was once a powerful figure in the capital's business world and was feared by everyone, will have to flatter him.

"That dress was my personal item. You should know that I never give my personal things to others." Fu Yehan's low voice was filled with coldness.

The meaning is obvious.

There was no room for this matter, and he didn't want to waste any more time with her.

"Of course I know this is what you personally want."

Tulan is still trying hard to fight for it.

"But isn't what you described your ideal type? The dress is for you, and you have no one to give it to. I just happened to meet a suitable girl here. Her temperament matches this dress very well, and she can fully display the design concept and visual aesthetics of this dress, so I wanted to discuss it with you..."

"Auntie."

Tu Lan was interrupted by Fu Yehan before she could finish her words.

"How do you know I don't have anyone to send?"

"Ah?" Tu Lan was a little shocked. "What do you mean by that? Do you have someone you like?"

Fu Yehan didn't elaborate, but just said, "Go back and reject it. No one is more suitable for that dress than her."

"If you put it that way, then I understand."

Tu Lan didn't insist and was a little surprised.

This thousand-year-old iron tree finally bloomed.

"Okay, then I'll go back and tell Jingchen to pick out a suitable one for the girl he likes."

Tu Lan was about to hang up the phone after she finished speaking, but Fu Yehan changed his tough attitude.

"Wait a moment."

"Mr. Fu, do you have any other instructions?" Tu Lan asked with a smile.

"What's the name of the girl you are talking about?" Fu Yehan asked.

"Jingchen has always liked that girl." Tu Lan answered casually, "The only girl left in the Ye family."

"Ye Qingluo?"

"Yeah, that girl."

After Tu Lan answered, she realized something and helped Fu Jingchen explain: "Don't look for Jingchen's business. This is my idea. Jingchen doesn't have the guts. He doesn't dare to ask for your private customization."

Fu Yehan pondered for a while, then changed his words lightly: "Since you think she suits the dress, then give it to her."

After Fu Yehan finished speaking, Tu Lan was silent for a long time, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Yehan was puzzled.

Tu Lan is an experienced person after all. When it comes to business, there is indeed no one in the entire capital city who is more capable than Fu Yehan. But when it comes to emotional matters, Tu Lan can confidently say that she has experienced more than Fu Yehan.

She couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The ancestor of her family is not only a ghost-fearing person, but also a very stingy ghost-fearing person. How can he be so easy to appease?

Things like giving up something with great pain simply do not exist in Fu Yehan's dictionary.

"There's still one step left to complete that piece of clothing." Tu Lan stopped smiling and became serious.

"What process?" Fu Yehan asked.

“The logo hasn’t been made yet.”

"Oh." Fu Yehan responded, "Whenever she wants it, make it quickly and give it to her."

"The logo is easy to make, but I'm a little unsure about the color." Tu Lan's words were obviously full of meaning. "Mr. Fu, tell me, for the logo of Jingchen's good friend's dress, should I use white, silver, or...?"

Tu Lan omitted the following words.

If this was really as she thought, then Fu Yehan would naturally understand.

Ifyou's logo is roughly divided into two types, white and silver, representing Fu's friends and Fu's own people respectively.

Of course, in addition to these two colors, Ifyou’s logo actually has another color, which is gold, representing the identity of the head of the Fu family.

According to past rules, the only people who can use this color are the head of the Fu family and his spouse.

In addition, even their children can only use the uniform silver logo.

Therefore, the golden logo rarely appears in the clothing designed by Ifyou.

Mr. Fu has been frugal all his life and hasn't ordered new clothes for many years. Fu Yehan has inherited his father's temperament in this respect. His majesty lies entirely in his aura, and he rarely pays attention to clothing.

Moreover, Fu Yehan is a low-key person by nature and doesn't like to be disturbed when he is concentrating on his own thinking. So in order to reduce the attention on him, most of his custom-made items don't even have a logo, only a style.

"Are you testing me?" Fu Yehan's tone was indifferent, and no emotion could be heard.

Tu Lan choked for a moment, and then tried to hide the truth by saying, "I was clearly asking for your instructions."

Fu Yehan is a person who has extremely high demands for efficiency and has never liked this kind of hidden tug of war.

But this time, he did not expose Tu Lan's secret thoughts. He thought seriously for nearly a minute before speaking: "You can just test me, don't test her. She doesn't know my identity yet. Don't scare her. I will find a chance to tell her myself."

Hearing Fu Yehan say this, Tu Lan suddenly became happy and laughed: "Oh my, it's true that things change over time. I never thought that you would have such a humble day, hahaha."

Fu Yehan obviously didn't want to pay attention to Tu Lan's teasing.

After a moment of silence, he decided to say, "Ye Qingluo doesn't like to be overly noticed, but this is the first gift I give her, so it doesn't hurt to be a little high-profile. I'll also give her a hint by using gold."

"gold?"

Hearing that, Tu Lan immediately became serious. What she said just now did not mean to guide Fu Yehan at all.

As Fu Yehan said, she was actually testing him.

Tu Lan never expected that Fu Yehan would actually let her use gold.

"Boy, you better think about it carefully, or you won't be able to get your girlfriend and become a joke instead."

"You don't have to worry about that."

I don’t know if it was because of the conversation or Tu Lan’s ridicule just now, but Fu Yehan has always been the most patient, but this time he didn’t hold back.

In his rare light and cheerful tone, with a bit of restrained boasting, Fu Yehan smiled slightly and corrected, "Ye Qingluo is not my girlfriend who I didn't pursue, she is my wife."

As if this was not enough to express his feelings, after a brief pause, Fu Yehan added: "It's legal."

Tu Lan: “………………”