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

Fu Yehan glanced at the rearview mirror on the right, and with an expressionless face, he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the right and drove the car to the parking lot on the commercial street on the right.

Ye Qingluo tilted his head to look out the window, pursed his lips tightly, and tried his best to control his uncontrollable smile so as not to ruin the atmosphere.

The car backed into the parking space, and after it stopped, Fu Yehan unbuckled his seat belt and leaned half of his body towards her.

Ye Qingluo turned her head and was about to laugh at him, but Fu Yehan suddenly held her head and kissed her. The man's clear breath carried a strong possessiveness, blocking Ye Qingluo's mouth that had refused to be quiet all the way, as if he didn't even want to leave her the freedom to breathe.

Ye Qingluo felt a little short of breath from the kiss. He put his hands on Fu Yehan's shoulders, trying to use the force to move away a little, but Fu Yehan grabbed his wrists and pressed them directly on top of his head.

People are coming and going in front of the only row of parking spaces on the commercial street. Passersby can see the scene inside the cars by just turning their heads slightly.

It is commonplace in TV dramas and is not surprising to see, but when passers-by glance at the Rolls-Royce logo on the front of the car, almost without exception, they will turn around to take another look.

I don’t know which school this college student is from and her financial sponsor who likes to force love on her.

"Fu Yehan, people outside can see it."

Ye Qingluo, who had finally caught his breath, reminded in a low voice.

Fu Yehan kissed her for a while longer: "I'm in my own car, kissing my own wife, am I afraid of being seen?"

It seems reasonable.

Ye Qingluo did not refute. He stared at Fu Yehan's eyes for a few seconds, then slowly moved his gaze upwards.

Fu Yehan's hair is not only black, but also thick and stylish, just like him, straight and meticulous.

Ye Qingluo's hand had just raised two centimeters when Fu Yehan, as if he had expected it, grabbed her restless hand.

"Not now." Fu Yehan's low voice was majestic.

"If you don't want me to touch you, why did you stop the car?" Ye Qingluo said dissatisfiedly, "Just to kiss?"

Fu Yehan stared at Ye Qingluo's opening and closing lips intently, as if he was staring at his prey.

"If not now, then when?" Ye Qingluo changed the question.

Fu Yehan stared at her for another two seconds, then answered her question with action.

Pushing the door and getting out of the car, Fu Yehan took out his cell phone and went to the drugstore opposite. Five minutes later, under the horrified gaze of several girls leaning on the door and sticking their heads out, Fu Yehan came back leisurely with a pair of ostentatious long legs, carrying an oversized transparent plastic bag that could fit a quilt.

After getting in the car, Fu Yehan stuffed the bag directly into Ye Qingluo's arms, then started the car without waiting and continued driving towards the restaurant for lunch.

Fu Jingwei booked a Chinese restaurant and had already ordered the food in advance, so the food would be served as soon as everyone was present.

After Chu Tiankuo and Ling Xihe joined, Fu Jingwei asked the waiter to add a few more dishes. Originally, Fu Jingwei wanted them to go directly to the private room and stay to wait for people. However, she didn't leave, Chu Tiankuo didn't leave either, and Ling Xihe was even more reluctant to leave. Only Ling Shi shook his head helplessly and went to the private room alone.

"Brother Han."

After seeing Fu Yehan get off the car, Ling Xihe went to greet him from a distance, but Fu Jingwei, the host, was a step slow.

Before Fu Jingwei went forward to pick up the person, she subconsciously glanced at Chu Tiankuo.

Chu Tiankuo was also looking at her.

Their eyes met for less than two seconds, but that moment seemed to encompass thousands of words that were in the minds of both of them.

Fu Yehan walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door for Ye Qingluo.

After Ye Qingluo got off the car, his face was still red and hot. When the wind blew under the shade of the tree, he even shivered uncontrollably.

Fu Yehan is a man with the thickest skin in the universe.

Thinking of the bag full of colorful condoms that Fu Yehan stuffed into her after getting in the car, which seemed to be from an entire shelf, Ye Qingluo felt as if the electric switch was stepped on, and was so ashamed that she felt she had no face to show.

Even if this person was put in a black plastic bag, the impact on her would not be so great.

After getting off the car, Ye Qingluo held the strap of his bag with both hands, always keeping a distance of one meter from Fu Yehan, and walked towards the restaurant entrance.

When Ling Xi saw Ye Qingluo getting out of the car, she slowed down her pace a bit. However, after seeing the distance between the two people, she happily took a few quick steps and came in front of Fu Yehan.

"Brother Han, is there a traffic jam on the road?" Ling Xihe asked for the sake of conversation.

Ling Xi called his brother "Brother Han" just like his own brother.

There is no relationship between Ling Shi and Fu Yehan, so they are of the same age and of the same generation.

Ling Xihe also naturally followed her brother and called Fu Yehan, who was only five years older than her, "brother", instead of following her best friend and calling him "uncle".

“No traffic jam.”

Fu Yehan replied, turned to look at Ye Qingluo, and said unhappily: "Why are you so far away from me?"

"Hot." Ye Qingluo replied with only one word.

"Uncle Seven."

Fu Jingwei walked forward and called for help politely.

"Brother Tiankuo."

Ye Qingluo finally saw his savior and quickly walked to Chu Tiankuo's side, keeping a distance from Fu Yehan that was enough to isolate him from the heat.

Each of the five people present at this time had his own thoughts.

Ling Xihe couldn't find a better topic to talk to Fu Yehan, so he could only look at Fu Jingwei and asked knowingly: "Jingwei, who is this?"

Fu Jingwei didn't bother to think about the uproar on the Internet, and why Ling Xihe still looked completely unaware of it. When the topic turned to Ye Qingluo, she subconsciously tensed her back and called out politely, "Aunt Qi."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

Although it was the first time that Ye Qingluo saw Fu Jingwei in person, she had seen reports about Fu Jingwei as the president of a leading enterprise in the capital before in the media, and had also seen an introduction to Fu Jingwei in a magazine interview, so she naturally recognized her.

The other party's address just now was obviously calling someone. If Ye Qingluo was ten or eight years older, she would have dared to respond with confidence and think about how big a red envelope should be given to the person later.

But Ye Qingluo is not old enough to be confident now, and she deliberately dressed herself like a student today, so she was too embarrassed to accept the other party's "Aunt Seven". So she imitated Fu Jingwei and said seriously: "Hello, Mr. Fu."

Fu Jingwei: "..."

Chu Tiankuo originally looked like he was preoccupied with something, but when he saw the two people greeting each other awkwardly, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. His shoulders kept shaking with laughter, and he didn't realize that if he married Fu Jingwei as he wished, he would have to follow Fu Jingwei in calling people in the future.