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

The next day was Saturday and Ye Qingluo didn't have to go to work. The next morning when Fu Yehan was getting ready to go to the hospital, Ye Qingluo ran downstairs carrying his bag.

"Fu Yehan, I'll go with you."

At the entrance hall, Fu Yehan was changing his shoes and looked up when he heard the voice.

Ye Qingluo wore a slim-fitting white short-sleeved shirt, tight jeans, and a pair of clean white sneakers. With her porcelain-white face and her seldom-tied high ponytail, she exuded youthful vitality, and many people would believe that she was eighteen years old.

Almost subconsciously, Fu Yehan looked at his clothes in the mirror.

Black short-sleeved shirt, light grey suit, black leather shoes.

well.

Very mature.

He looks like an uncle at first glance.

"So, you plan to go out with me dressed like this?" Fu Yehan asked with a stern face.

"Is there something wrong with my outfit?" Ye Qingluo stood in front of him and turned left and right in front of the mirror. "It's a little short at the waist, but it covers everything that needs to be covered. As long as I don't bow 180 degrees to people, my waist won't be exposed."

Ye Qingluo's T-shirt was stuck tightly to her waist, but the jeans she wore were mid-rise, which did not expose her at all. Instead, it highlighted her hips and breast curves to the fullest.

It was clearly a simple and ordinary outfit, but because of her excellent figure, it looked particularly sexy on Ye Qingluo, even more sexy than when she wore a skirt.

When Ye Qingluo stood in front of the mirror just now, he happened to be close to Fu Yehan. When he turned left and right, the fabric of his jeans rubbed gently against Fu Yehan's thighs.

Due to the body's instinctive reaction, the uncle's face became several shades darker.

"Ye Qingluo." Fu Yehan called her by her full name, "Do you think we look good together standing together like this?"

"Don't they match?" Ye Qingluo stood on tiptoe and pinched Fu Yehan's serious face, and said as a matter of course, "Isn't the combination of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf a good one?"

Fu Yehan glared at her through the mirror.

Ye Qingluo tightly held Fu Yehan's arm, and laughed for a long time with his whole body shaking: "It's just an old cow eating young grass. I don't mind that you are obviously taking advantage of me. Why should you mind?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

Mr. Fu’s diet is strictly controlled and there are many things he cannot eat, so Ye Qingluo did not bring any gifts when he went to the hospital this time. He only bought a fruit basket at the fruit shop downstairs in the hospital.

Fu Yehan brought Ye Qingluo here without telling his father in advance and just pushed the door open and went in.

Fu Jingye was wearing a loose hospital gown, sitting in a chair basking in the sun. His head of white hair was unkempt, and he obviously didn't look as energetic as last time.

"Old Seven is here."

Fu Yehang placed a folding bed at the door of the old man's bedroom. He got up several times last night as required to check on the old man's sleep. He did not get a good rest all night and was just about to catch up on some sleep when he heard the door open.

Fu Yehang got up quickly, greeted Fu Yehan, and looked over to his side.

"This little girl is, is..." Fu Yehang stared at the girl in front of him who was obviously younger than his daughter. He stuttered for a long time before reacting, "She is my sister-in-law, right?"

It is really shameful for a man in his fifties to call a girl who looks only eighteen years old "sister-in-law".

After Fu Yehang finished speaking, his face turned red.

Ye Qingluo had never seen Fu Yehang before, so he subconsciously looked towards Fu Yehan.

"This is my eldest brother." Fu Yehan introduced expressionlessly.

Ye Qingluo adapted quickly. The last time he came, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to enter the door, but this time he was obviously much more relaxed.

"Hello, brother." Ye Qingluo greeted politely.

"Hello, hello." Fu Yehang smiled and responded twice, then looked down at his unkempt pajamas, walked quickly to Fu Jingye, and whispered, "Dad, the seventh brother is going to bring people over, why didn't you tell me earlier so I could prepare in advance."

Fu Jingye glared at him and said unhappily, "Do you think if I had known in advance, I would have dressed like this, without combing my hair, washing my face, or shaving my beard?"

Fu Yehang: “…”

The two men who wanted to save face stared at each other for a long time. Finally, they called a nurse urgently, went back to the house, dressed up, and reappeared.

Ye Qingluo sat next to Fu Yehan on the sofa. When he saw the two of them coming out again, with such meticulous looks, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Even Fu Yehan laughed out of anger.

"Dad, look, no wonder you introduced so many women to Lao Qi before, but Lao Qi didn't even look at them. It turns out that Lao Qi likes this type."

Fu Yehang is in his fifties, about the same age as Ye Qingluo's father. He is usually a bit rigid in his speech and actions, but he has been educated several times by Fu Jingwei recently and is working hard to improve his elderly mentality.

Fu Jingye adjusted his cuffs and asked casually, "What type?"

Fu Yehang obviously just wanted to say something polite and didn't intend to elaborate. Moreover, given his middle-aged and elderly person's limited understanding of the generation gap between young people, he couldn't find the right words to describe it for a while.

After racking his brains for a while, Fu Yehang was at a loss for words. Then inspiration struck him and he used the nonsense literature he had just learned from a short video: "Someone like my sister-in-law."

Fu Jingye: “…”

The topic was opened, and Fu Yehang's nonsense literature became more and more fluent.

Fu Yehan was investigating an incident of fabricating public opinion online when he received a phone call and went into the inner room.

After the man with minefields all over his body left, the atmosphere of the chat in the living room became noticeably more relaxed.

Ye Qingluo stared at the folding bed at the door of Grandpa Fu’s bedroom for a while, and suddenly felt that the people of the Fu family were not as distant as she had imagined before.

At least it gives people a warm feeling.

This can be seen from the fact that the son still does the inspection work himself even though he can ask a nurse to do it.

While retracting his gaze, Ye Qingluo asked in confusion: "Brother, Fu Yehan was not here yesterday, why didn't you sleep in the inner room?"

Fu Yehang glanced into the inner room and saw that the person who was on the phone inside showed no signs of coming out for a while, so he said with relief: "I want to, too, but I don't dare to do that, right?"

"Why not?" Ye Qingluo was puzzled.

"Because Lao Qi is a mysophobe," Fu Yehang said. "He doesn't like others to enter his private space, and he doesn't like others to touch his personal belongings, especially his bed. If someone sits on the edge of his bed, he will ask someone to lift the entire bed and throw it away."

Ye Qingluo felt that this was a bit exaggerated.

Many people have slept on the hotel bed, and I haven’t seen Fu Yehan have to get a new bed when staying in the hotel.

"Really, this is true."

Fu Yehang was just trying to make conversation, there was really no other way. The unfamiliarity and generation gap, plus he didn't dare mention the Ye family in front of his father, especially Ye Renyu and Rao Yin, so it was destined that the only common topic between them was Fu Yehan.

Fu Yehan is not a good-tempered person usually, so we can only talk about his inhumane things.

After hearing what the other party said, Ye Qingluo really became curious: "You said, Fu Yehan had someone throw the bed? Just because someone sat on it?"

"Yes." Fu Yehang recalled, "The first time was about ten years ago, right, Dad, do you still remember it?"

Fu Jingye coiled the skewers and hummed softly: "Even if I get Alzheimer's, I won't forget it."