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

After hearing Fu Yehan's words, Ye Qingluo was stunned for a while, and said stumblingly: "So you...that thing...is because you don't have...that thing?"

"Yeah." Fu Yehan nodded gently, "I don't want to force you, but I'm also afraid that if we lie together, I won't be able to control myself, so I haven't bought it yet."

After Fu Yehan finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the door.

After coming back to his senses, Ye Qingluo stood up and ran to the bed. When Fu Yehan passed by the end of the bed, he jumped up and jumped onto him.

Ye Qingluo hugged Fu Yehan's neck, wrapped her slender legs tightly around his waist, and before Fu Yehan could react, she started to kiss him intensively.

Ye Qingluo was like an annoying little goblin. In an instant, the unbearable heat in Fu Yehan's heart reached its peak.

"Be patient." Fu Yehan said expressionlessly, "Wait until I come back to flirt with you again."

"No." Ye Qingluo refused to let him go, and moved his head closer, kissing his lips, "Fu Yehan, I should be in the safe period now."

Ye Qingluo’s meaning was very clear, but Fu Yehan didn’t buy it.

"No." Fu Yehan said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

Walking to the bed, Fu Yehan bent down and gently put the person on the bed. However, Ye Qingluo refused to let go no matter what. Even when Fu Yehan was about to get up, he wrapped his arms around his neck, used the force to half sit up, and kissed his Adam's apple tenaciously.

"Ye Qingluo."

Fu Yehan called her seriously, his deep voice showing obvious signs of restraint.

Ye Qingluo pursed his lips, not hiding his desire at all.

"Don't be so stingy," she said.

As if he was irritated by her again, Fu Yehan gritted his teeth and said, "Is this a question of being stingy?"

"Isn't it?" Ye Qingluo stared at the man's dark pupils and accused him, "I've already told you that I won't get pregnant during my safe period, but you still won't let me. Are you being stingy?"

Fu Yehan was still thinking about how to deal with her troublesome behavior when Ye Qingluo's restless lips pressed against his again. They were warm and moist, with a faint scent of milk. She kissed from his chin all the way to his earlobe, and finally even licked his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

The teased skin was burning hot, and Fu Yehan could clearly feel the sound of his rock-hard sanity cracking in the burning blood.

Fu Yehan closed his eyes, the word "no" stuck in his throat, tearing at his rationality.

"Hubby." Ye Qingluo pressed her lips against his earlobe, her voice soft and messy, "We haven't tried this before. Don't you want it?"

Fu Yehan's muscles tensed again and again.

"But I want you."

……

Fu Yehan finally couldn't stand Ye Qingluo's words "I want you" and lost control and gave up his bottom line.

However, in order to minimize the risk, reason prevailed over impulse at the last second.

This happened twice in a row.

After the person in his arms was finally satisfied and stopped clinging to him, Fu Yehan began to settle his score.

Fu Yehan ignored the disgusting bed sheets and found Ye Qingluo's phone. After unlocking it by facing her face, the comment that Ye Qingluo had liked and then cancelled by Fu Yehan appeared on the screen.

"Explain what you meant by your previous behavior." Fu Yehan said in a deep voice, "Do you mean that you agree with these mindless comments?"

Ye Qingluo knew he was in the wrong, but he didn't want to admit his mistake, so he asked weakly, "Can't I agree?"

Fu Yehan pinched her chin and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "When you said you wanted me just now, why didn't you feel that you were not worthy of me, huh?"

"Fu Yehan, you are still stingy." Ye Qingluo chuckled.

Fu Yehan obviously didn't realize what she was laughing at. He kept a straight face and stared at her warily.

Ye Qingluo suppressed his smile and said teasingly, "I just took advantage of you. Why are you so angry?"

Fu Yehan still stared at her.

Ye Qingluo extended his index finger and tapped Fu Yehan's chest again and again, coaxing him, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The more others think I'm unworthy, the more it proves that I've made a lot of money, right? Since I'm the one who made the money, it makes sense for me to be happy and give someone a thumbs up, don't you think?"

Fu Yehan was not satisfied with her coaxing words, but this time he did not continue to confront her. He stood up expressionlessly and began to clean up the "battlefield".

While Fu Yehan was tidying up, Ye Qingluo went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. When he came back, Fu Yehan had already changed the bed sheets.

When Fu Yehan came back from taking a shower, Ye Qingluo had already fallen into a half-asleep sleep.

"What took so long?"

After Fu Yehan turned off the lights and went to bed, Ye Qingluo turned over, rested his head on Fu Yehan's arm, and talked to him with his eyes closed.

"Sleep quietly." Fu Yehan ordered softly.

"Still not satisfied?" Ye Qingluo scratched his chest a few times.

Fu Yehan didn't say anything.

Ye Qingluo sighed: "Fu Laoqi, why are you so hard to appease?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

"I never felt that I was unworthy." Ye Qingluo looked up at him, then counted on his fingers and told him, "Although I have had a history of love, I am young. Look, let me do the math for you. You are thirty-four this year. If we are still together when you are eighty-four, then the age I was with you would be from twenty-four to seventy-four. Then minus the overlapping age, the remaining age would be from seventy-four to eighty-four, and from twenty-four to thirty-four. In other words, I used ten beautiful years of my youth to exchange for ten years of your seventy-eighty years, and this is still a conservative estimate. If you live another ten or twenty years and live to be a hundred, then I used my best ten years to exchange for ten years of your life when you can't take care of yourself. Tell me, how am I unworthy of you?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

Fu Yehan became autistic after being analyzed by Ye Qingluo.

Ye Qingluo really understood him. He had been unhappy just now because Ye Qingluo followed the words in the comments and said that he was not worthy of him.

Regardless of whether Ye Qingluo was joking or not, he didn't want to hear such words.

If the people he loves are not worthy, then who else is worthy?

But when Ye Qingluo finished speaking confidently, he found that he was even more unhappy.

"I know you must think my logic is flawed and you don't agree with what I said." Ye Qingluo cleared her throat, "It doesn't matter, there's more to it. I could say reduplicated words before I was one year old, I could speak complete sentences before I was two years old, and I could give speeches on stage when I was three years old. Some people couldn't even utter a single word when they were three years old. So how could a girl as smart as me not be worthy?"

Fu Yehan: "..."