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

It seemed a little difficult to say, Chu Tianqing hesitated for a while before speaking slowly.

"They said that you became insane after being abandoned by Chu Lingxuan. You didn't even have the money to hire a psychiatrist, so your illness got worse and worse."

"..."

"I wonder if you cooked your brain when you were a housewife. If you can't make up for it, drink some Eight Walnuts to replenish your body."

"..."

"Oh, some people also said that they thought you were just a pretty vase, but you turned out to be a real man. You dared to publicly infringe Ifyou. You are really not afraid of death."

"..."

Ye Qingluo didn't know what was going on in her mind. Although it was clearly an insult to her, the more she listened, the funnier she found it.

There's even an inexplicable sense of gloating over one's own misfortune.

Especially after she heard Fu Yehan take a deep breath but didn't exhale for a long time, she became more interested in teasing him.

"Qingluo, what should I do if I can't sleep tonight?" Chu Tianqing groaned, "What do you think Mr. Fu is thinking?"

Yes.

What on earth is Fu Yehan thinking?

Ye Qingluo was also curious.

If this curiosity could distract Fu Yehan from the unpleasant mood that had just occurred between him and his father, it would be a good choice.

Ye Qingluo moved to the middle and leaned on Fu Yehan's shoulder.

Fu Yehan hugged her naturally.

Ye Qingluo relaxed in his arms and sighed in a melancholy manner: "I don't know, maybe he doesn't want to admit our relationship in public."

Chu Tianqing was even more confused: "What a good opportunity, why doesn't he want to admit it?"

"How can I know what Mr. Fu is thinking?" Ye Qingluo replied casually, and then said after thinking for a while, "Maybe he doesn't love her that much, or maybe it's because I'm getting married for the second time and can't be put on the stage?"

As soon as Ye Qingluo finished speaking, the arm around her waist suddenly tightened.

Under the tremendous force, Ye Qingluo was lifted up by Fu Yehan and sat sideways on his thighs.

It's an intimate and embarrassing posture.

Before Ye Qingluo could come to her senses and resist, Fu Yehan pulled out her cell phone and threw it aside. He then clamped his big hands around her wrists, his thin lips slightly opened, and without giving her any explanation, he blocked her mouth as she spoke nonsense.

"impossible."

When Fu Yehan took Ye Qingluo's phone away just now, his fingertips accidentally touched the hands-free button.

Chu Tianqing raised his voice and suddenly spoke loudly.

It completely drowned out the affectionate and ambiguous breathing sounds in the room.

"Qingluo, don't think like that. I can guarantee that this is definitely not the reason. After my overt and covert observations during this period of time, I think Mr. Fu still loves you very much, really. Fu Jingwei, the president of Fu's Group, you have heard about it, from the time I reported to Fu's Group until now, I have heard Mr. Fu show off your relationship in front of Mr. Fu more than once. I really didn't lie to you. I heard them chatting outside the door yesterday. It seems that Mr. Fu has a man he has liked for several years, but he has never broken the window paper, so your husband asked Mr. Fu to learn from you, saying that you are the most obedient, wildest, and most individual golden silk he has ever met..."

“Chu Tianqing!”

Fu Yehan finally couldn't stand it anymore, and before Chu Tianqing finished her last word, he shouted: "If you are really bored, go to the secretariat and be on duty right now!"

Chu Tianqing: “…”

Instinctively motivated by the desire to survive, Chu Tianqing hung up the phone immediately.

The room finally fell silent.

When Ye Qingluo got off Fu Yehan's legs and returned to his side, he was still thinking about Chu Tianqing's last words.

It's the canary again.

What on earth did she do to make Fu Yehan's stereotype of her so deeply rooted...

"Ye Qingluo."

Fu Yehan still had a sullen face after yelling at Chu Tianqing.

With his back away from the head of the bed, Fu Yehan bent over towards her, raised his hand to support her chin, and turned her face towards him.

"I'll give you another chance to talk it over." Fu Yehan gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you think I want to suppress this matter?"

Ye Qingluo stared at him without fear of danger: "You did it yourself, why are you asking me?"

Fu Ye had a cold face and his tongue kept rubbing against the back of his teeth.

It was as if if she spoke dishonestly again, she would be taught a lesson in the next second.

Ye Qingluo knew he was in the wrong, so he finally compromised and tried to answer, "Because my wife isn't used to hype traffic?"

Fu Yehan said nothing, his expression still not brightening up.

Although he looked extremely serious, Ye Qingluo was not afraid at all. He even felt that this dignified and calm man looked a little cute when he was angry and sulky.

It was as if they were back to the time when they first met, and Ye Qingluo suddenly laughed without any burden.

It was not until Fu Yehan's free hand pinched her waist that Ye Qingluo finally restrained herself.

Taking the initiative to kiss the corner of his mouth, Ye Qingluo replied seriously: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, because you know that I don't want to make our relationship public, so you suppressed this matter in the first place."

Fu Yehan still didn't say anything, his stern face didn't change at all.

Ye Qingluo frowned slowly.

Isn’t this the reason too?

But this was her first reaction after hearing Fu Yehan’s decision.

She was a little touched at that time.

She felt that this man really understood her thoughts.

If possible, she also hopes that this matter, which is not worth occupying public resources, can be settled.

"Isn't that right?" Ye Qingluo asked curiously, "What's the reason? Is it really because you are too cowardly? You were easily controlled by a woman?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

It was relatively quiet when Ye Qingluo went to work the next day.

Xie Ran herself was not a gossipy person, and she usually liked to be alone, so Xie Ran had no idea about news like last night's that was suppressed before it even became hot.

Only Fu Jingchen took the time to chat with her for a few words. Seeing that her condition was not affected at all, Fu Jingchen did not continue to ask.

Fu Yehan had work tonight and did not come back for dinner, so only Ye Qingluo and Su Peiyun were at home.

Su Peiyun didn't pay attention to gossip news, so she didn't know about it and naturally didn't worry about it.

But just because she doesn't worry about this doesn't mean she won't worry about other things.

Ye Qingluo cleaned up the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. When she was about to go back to her room, Su Peiyun suddenly called her.

"Mom, is there anything else you need?" Ye Qingluo asked.

Su Peiyun thought for a moment and said without a beginning or an end: "Qingluo, is mom some scary old witch?"

"Ah?" Ye Qingluo was stunned.

I don't know what my mother is talking about.

Su Peiyun laughed helplessly, raised her hand and tapped her slow-reacting head: "Or... I am just a part of your play. Hiding from me will make it more exciting for you two who are preparing for a divorce to sleep in the same bed."

Ye Qingluo: “…”