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

Fu Jingwei was stunned for a long time, and before she came back to her senses, Ling Xihe stood directly next to the man who came with her and said with a smile: "What a coincidence today, just in the car, didn't you ask me if my brother has someone he likes? Look, the answer is coming soon."

Fu Jingwei's gaze fell on the man without any concealment, but the other party just walked over and stood for a moment, looked at her, and then didn't look at her again, nor did he respond to Ling Xihe's words.

The man half-lidded his eyes, just like the countless times she had looked at him in the past, free and lazy. Except when he was pursuing Ling Xihe, he would be more attentive. Otherwise, he looked like a carefree wanderer, playing with the world.

"Jingwei, you and my brother, you two can chat." Ling Xihe's voice was full of smiles, with a hint of compliments, "We won't stay here to be the third wheel, let's make an appointment next time."

After Ling Xihe finished speaking, he reached out and tugged at the clothes of the person next to him, motioning for him to go together.

Fu Jingwei did not respond, still staring straight ahead. The man walked out of her sight and slowly disappeared in her peripheral vision.

"Chu Tiankuo."

Fu Jingwei suddenly turned around.

"My seventh uncle will be here soon. We are waiting for someone. Since we meet by chance, let's go together."

When Chu Tiankuo stopped and turned around, he still had his eyes half-lidded and looked lifeless. It was not until Fu Jingwei finished her invitation that he was startled and raised his eyes abruptly.

Fu Yehan is coming too?

That means Fu Jingwei didn't go out on a date with Ling Shi alone.

Moreover, Fu Yehan had already promised him that he would no longer match Fu Jingwei and Ling Shi, so he believed that Fu Yehan came here not to act as a matchmaker, but must have other things to discuss.

Realizing this, Chu Tiankuo couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Han will be here soon?"

Before Chu Tiankuo could say anything to happily accept the invitation, Ling Xihe's eyes suddenly lit up and he took over the conversation first: "Then let's go together. Brother Tiankuo and I don't have anything important to do. It's just that the shots our crew shot on the mountain before were very effective, and our director wants me to contact him to shoot a few more shots."

After Ling Xihe finished speaking, he was still worried that Chu Tiankuo would not agree, so he reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and whispered, "Brother Tiankuo, you said you have something to tell me, but there is no need to rush now. Can we talk about it after dinner?"

Ling Xihe's voice was not loud, but the surroundings were relatively quiet at the moment, so every word he said reached Fu Jingwei's ears.

Fu Jingwei didn't know what Chu Tiankuo was going to say to Ling Xihe, but she didn't want to make blind guesses, so she just waited quietly for Chu Tiankuo's decision.

"Okay." Chu Tiankuo nodded, "Since Mr. Fu is so enthusiastic, let's go together."

On the way to the restaurant, Fu Yehan's face never looked sunny. He was as tense as an iron sculpture, standing still and staring intently ahead.

Ye Qingluo was sitting in the passenger seat, and would turn her head to glance at him from time to time. She vaguely knew what Fu Yehan was angry about, but she didn't seem to know completely.

However, Ye Qingluo was not afraid at all. He even felt that Fu Yehan, who was inexplicably cold and unhappy, had a different kind of funny feeling.

"Fu Yehan." Ye Qingluo tried to hold back, but couldn't help it and started teasing him, "I heard that you don't let women sit on the passenger seat? But now I'm sitting here, what should I do? Oh, I've sat here more than once before, have you scolded me behind my back a lot?"

As if he really didn't want to pay attention to her, Fu Yehan still looked straight ahead without even moving his eyes.

Ye Qingluo pressed his tongue against his cheek and curved the corner of his mouth, then continued to step on his minefield and jumped: "I heard that you still can't accept other women touching your bed. I don't know how many women have slept on that bed in the hotel. How can you sleep on it? And my bed, when Tianqing came to see me before, if she didn't leave at night, she would sleep in the same bed with me. You are so picky, why don't you ask in advance and change my bed as well?"

Fu Yehan's expression hardly changed, but his stern face made him look even colder and harder.

"You don't like others touching you." Ye Qingluo continued, "See, I told you that you are stingy. You are not a porcelain doll. A touch on you won't make you lose a piece of flesh. Why are you so sensitive?"

"Since you don't like others touching you, why didn't you push me away and scold me when I threw myself into your arms when we first met in the bar?"

"Besides, I had no image that day, I reeked of alcohol, and there were mud spots on my pants. How come you didn't dislike me at all? Is it really just that you saw that I just wanted to sleep with you and didn't need you to take responsibility, so you gave in to me?"

Fu Yehan's face had reached a new level of coldness, as if he would throw her out of the window if she said one more word.

"Admit it, Fu Yehan." Ye Qingluo tilted her head, her ponytail hanging down, "You fell in love with me at first sight."

At the traffic light, Fu Yehan stopped the car, turned his head and gave her a sharp look.

Ye Qingluo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After a moment, Ye Qingluo leaned towards him, stretched out his finger, poked the corner of his drooping mouth upwards, and stopped saying those words that he didn't like to hear, and said seriously: "Wolf cubs like you who are particularly possessive, have known what they want since childhood, and will strictly discipline themselves for the treasure they want, and satisfy their partner's possessiveness according to their own standards."

"So you see, what your elder brother said are all your strengths. At least I like it very much. I feel very happy that my possessiveness is being satisfied."

After Ye Qingluo finished speaking, Fu Yehan glared at her again.

However, this glance had a clear softening meaning, like the feeling that the hair on a donkey that had been blown up was finally smoothed out.

The car was back on the road.

Ye Qingluo was silent for a while, then he cleared his throat carefully and said softly, "Fu Yehan, since I know you so well, can I discuss something with you?"

"Speak." Fu Yehan's mood was obviously much better.

Ye Qingluo licked his lips, and his voice was so low that it was almost drowned out by the noise outside the car: "After we stop the car, can you let me touch your head?"

Fu Yehan: "..."

"Is it okay?"

"Please, Fu Yehan."

"Just a moment."

"I promise."

Ye Qingluo spoke one coquettish word after another.

"I have stepped on all the minefields your elder brother mentioned. This is the only one left."

"Just satisfy me for a moment, okay?"

"Fu Yehan, if you don't say anything, I will take it as your agreement."

Fu Yehan said firmly: "No!"

"Forget it then." Ye Qingluo sat back obediently and muttered, "I thought that I was the most special person to you. Since I'm not that special, I can't force you. Let's leave this minefield to someone more special."

Fu Yehan: "..."