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

This time the receiver was silent for a long time. Just when Chu Lingyan was losing his patience, there was movement in the receiver again.

“Negative distance, deep contact.”

Chu Lingyan was surprised for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Where can I get such private things? Even if Ye Qingluo has a man outside, he would not allow him to take such photos. Even the police can't find it, which is enough to prove that they are very careful and don't leave any handles that can be used to determine the facts."

"You don't have it." The other party said, "Your brother doesn't have it."

Chu Lingyan suddenly raised his voice: "What do you mean?"

The other party said calmly: "Don't worry, since Ye Qingluo is your brother's ex-wife, the intimate photos of Ye Qingluo and your brother will definitely not have much impact on your brother. After all, they are in a reasonable and legal relationship. Saying that Ye Qingluo is not worthy of Mr. Fu, even if you repeat it ten thousand times on the Internet, it will not be more effective than a real photo."

Chu Lingyan doubted her ears a little: "So you mean, you want me to post the bed photos of Ye Qingluo and my brother on the Internet?"

"I didn't say that. I just reminded you that your opponent is not Chu Tianqing, but Ye Qingluo, and this is the most effective method against Ye Qingluo."

"Who are you?" Chu Lingyan frowned, "Why do you look like you hate Ye Qingluo more than I do?"

During the lunch party, Fu Yehan drank some wine and did not return to the hospital in the afternoon.

His elder brother was staying behind at night, so he didn't need to go there. So after coming out of the restaurant, Fu Yehan asked the driver to drive back to Ye Rao Garden.

Ye Qingluo still had some unfinished business at work, so he followed a few seniors back to the company and didn't go home until after get off work in the evening.

The live-in aunt that their family used to have has returned from her hometown and moved in today for the first time.

Knowing that Fu Yehan would not be returning to the hospital tonight, Su Peiyun and her aunt worked for half the afternoon and cooked a table of dishes.

After eating and drinking, Ye Qingluo no longer acted sneakily like before. He went straight back to the house, packed a suitcase of clothes, and went to the next door hand in hand with Fu Yehan under his mother's nose.

In the master bedroom, Ye Qingluo hung his clothes one by one in the closet and found the pajamas he wanted to change into.

Before going to take a shower, she suddenly hesitated.

Maybe she really had no resistance to Fu Yehan. Ye Qingluo found that she was not up to the task at all. The last time she came, she chose a time when she had her period in order to reject Fu Yehan. In just a few days, she had lost her courage and even began to look forward to it a little.

They haven't done it since she knew Fu Yehan's identity, so much so that Ye Qingluo felt a little ashamed after realizing what she was thinking.

"Fu Yehan." Ye Qingluo shamelessly looked at the man leaning against the bed and browsing his phone, "How about we... take a shower together?"

Fu Yehan paused for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes: "Why do we have to go together? Are you in a hurry?"

Pretending to be quite similar.

Ye Qingluo thought, if Fu Yehan had not been unable to suppress his impulse the first time he forced her to come to him, and had not been forced to give up in the end because he did not buy a condom, she would have really believed in his calmness now.

Ye Qingluo did not expose his knowing question and urged: "Well, we are in a hurry, hurry up."

After pausing for a few seconds, Fu Yehan suddenly stood up and went to get clothes from the closet, saying calmly, "Okay, let's wash them together."

Just one simple sentence and Ye Qingluo's heart beat as fast as a drum.

Ye Qingluo stood at the bathroom door and couldn't help but imagine what would happen next. At this moment, time seemed to have hands, and every second of anticipation touched her heart, just like the first time she checked into a hotel with Fu Yehan and her clothes fell off layer by layer at the man's fingertips.

The man standing in front of her at that time was a complete stranger. She knew nothing about him. She only knew that he had a handsome face and impeccable body proportions. She was like a lustful fairy, eager to see what kind of exciting body was under that meticulous, bright and abstinent clothes. Unexpectedly, she couldn't stop herself.

When Fu Yehan walked to the bathroom door with pajamas, Ye Qingluo's face was already red and hot.

The current Fu Yehan is no longer a stranger to her, but because of an additional identity, some subtle changes have quietly occurred between them, as if the already familiar body was covered with a layer of gauze, making people unconsciously nervous and excited.

"Chairman Fu." Ye Qingluo stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, "You are so slow."

Fu Yehan stared into her eyes, his Adam's apple moving up and down. After a moment, he suddenly changed his words: "I said it wrong just now. It's not together, it's at the same time."

"Is it different?"

Ye Qingluo's laughter had just ended.

Fu Yehan put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to turn around on the spot, then opened the bedroom door and went straight to the guest bathroom.

Ye Qingluo: “…”

After Ye Qingluo took a shower and dried his hair, when he came out of the bathroom, Fu Yehan was holding a book in his hand, leaning against the head of the bed with his legs half bent, and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Ye Qingluo ignored him, pulled his pillow outward, crawled into the quilt, and wrapped himself tightly.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the mattress behind her sank slightly. The man's fresh breath blew on her soft and sensitive neck, and his long arms wrapped her and the quilt together.

"Are you angry?" Fu Yehan's breath was almost touching her ear.

Ye Qingluo shrank uncontrollably, then forced himself to relax.

Fu Yehan was amused by her stubborn look and wanted to laugh. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he saw the person in his arms suddenly reach out, pick up his mobile phone from the bedside table, unlock it, click on the news of the real-name exposure on the Internet, scroll to the comment section, and like the most discussed comment that said "she doesn't deserve it".

Fu Yehan: "..."

Fu Yehan had a sour face, licked the back of his teeth, and finally laughed out of anger.

"Fu Yehan, I'm tired and need to rest. Please stay away from me..."

Before Ye Qingluo could finish her words, Fu Yehan directly took her phone away, cancelled the like button, turned off the screen, threw the phone aside, and then kissed her without saying anything.

Ye Qingluo was still feeling aggrieved, so naturally she wouldn't let him do whatever he wanted. Just as Fu Yehan was about to pry open her teeth, Ye Qingluo pushed him away and moved away.

"Fu Yehan, if you dislike me just tell me directly, there's no need to force it." Ye Qingluo said angrily with drooping eyelids.

Without waiting for Fu Yehan to refute, Ye Qingluo continued: "What is said on the Internet is not wrong. I have loved others, divorced, and my family is bankrupt. Now I have nothing. I am not worthy of you, the rich and powerful head of the Fu family who has never been opened."

Ye Qingluo said this, but she had never thought so in her heart. She just felt unhappy. The feeling of dashed expectations when taking a bath had not completely dissipated. She had said it so bluntly, and she didn't believe that Fu Yehan didn't understand what she meant.

Since he could understand, he still left her and ran to the guest bathroom alone. Ye Qingluo really couldn't understand this behavior.

In his peripheral vision, Fu Yehan slowly narrowed his eyes and his expression darkened, obviously angered by her words.

The two of them remained in silence for a while, and Fu Yehan suddenly stood up, walked to the closet, took out his outdoor clothes, and prepared to change.

"Where are you going?" Realizing that Fu Yehan was going out, Ye Qingluo sat up from the bed and said unhappily, "Are you planning to leave in anger again and leave me alone to reflect on my mistakes?"

Hearing this, Fu Yehan put on his shirt, turned around, knelt on one leg beside the bed, leaned towards her, and looked her up and down.

Ye Qingluo did not avoid him and looked at him stubbornly.

After a moment, Fu Yehan looked away, raised his hand to lift her chin, and gently kissed her lips. His deep voice was a little hoarse: "I'll go buy a condom."

Ye Qingluo: “…”