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

Chu Tianqing’s proposal was too shocking, and Ye Qingluo ran away in fear. Just as he returned to his rented apartment, he received a call saying that he had passed the interview.

Let her go to work next Monday.

Today is Friday, Ye Qingluo is in a good mood and can't help but think of her "signboard".

So she sent a message to Fu Yehan on WeChat, asking him if he was free in the evening.

Since the other party knew her address, Ye Qingluo did not invite them to a hotel, but directly met them at her home.

This is not only convenient, but also saves a lot of money.

It was already past seven in the evening when Fu Yehan came over, but he hadn't had dinner yet. Ye Qingluo had already eaten, so she simply cooked him a bowl of noodles.

Looking at the watery noodles with only a few green vegetables floating on top, Fu Yehan frowned: "Did you make this for your ex-husband before?"

"Ah?" Ye Qingluo took a while to understand what he meant, "You don't like noodles?"

Fu Yehan didn't say anything, but looked at her with a chilly look.

"My ex-husband doesn't like noodles, but I do. I mainly thought that it's getting late now, and eating some noodles will be easier to digest and won't add too much burden to the stomach. If you can't eat, don't force yourself. My mother brought me some steak that she marinated herself when she went home today. I'll fry two pieces for you and give you a bowl of frozen dumplings. What do you think?"

Listening to Ye Qingluo's serious explanation, Fu Yehan lowered his eyes to look at the boiled noodles in front of him and actually picked up the chopsticks.

Fu Yehan had no intention of being polite to Master Jin, and ordered, "No need for dumplings, just fry a steak."

"Do you usually eat meat for dinner?" Ye Qingluo found a steak from the refrigerator and said enviously as he walked to the kitchen. "I don't dare to eat meat because I get fat. Seeing that you maintain such a good figure, I thought you could control it too."

"Eating meat in moderation won't make you fat, but eating pasta will make you gain weight," Fu Yehan corrected.

Remembering that he had heard in the bar that he used to be a model, Ye Qingluo said considerately: "Then I'll fry two steaks for you. Don't eat noodles. It's hard to lose weight if you're fat. In your profession, you still have to strictly control your daily diet."

Although they were clearly words of concern, Fu Yehan's face darkened again after hearing them.

What is his occupation?

Being a duck?

Recalling the time they met in the bar, he became more and more dissatisfied when she grabbed him as soon as she saw him.

What cell in his body gave him the temperament to do that kind of job?

Ye Qingluo kept his word and really fried two steaks for him.

Fu Yehan did not refuse. He not only ate the steak, but also drank all the noodles in the bowl, including the soup.

If the same thing happened to Chu Lingxuan, Ye Qingluo would definitely be very happy.

She used to prepare dinner for Chu Lingxuan every day, but he only actually ate it a few times, usually eating out before coming back.

He would never give her face like Fu Yehan did.

As for Fu Yehan, Ye Qingluo was not really familiar with him and there was not much topic to talk about, so they could only talk about career, body shape and other obvious things.

While clearing the table, Ye Qingluo tried to find something to talk about with him: "You eat so much, aren't you really afraid of gaining weight?"

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Ye smiled coldly and followed her nonsense. "In our profession, it's hard to gain weight, especially when we meet some sponsors who are too hungry and thirsty and can't be satisfied no matter how much we feed them. If we don't eat more, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

It seems to make sense.

After they both took a shower in the evening and lay down on the bed, Ye Qingluo suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She had been drinking last time, but this time she was completely sober, and she always felt like something was missing.

So before the other party could take any action, she suddenly slipped out of bed, found a bottle of Erguotou that she had bought for cooking from the kitchen cabinet, and drank most of it in one breath.

When she returned to the room and just turned off the lights, indicating to the other party that it was time to start, the phone on the bedside table rang.

"Hey, why are you running so fast during the day?"

Chu Tianqing had a very loud voice, which gave Ye Qingluo a headache. She subconsciously moved the phone further away.

Chu Tianqing was still thinking about what happened during the day, and continued to speak well of his brother: "My brother is not a cannibal, and you know him. He is a good person. Apart from being a little old, there seems to be no other problems."

This phone call really ruined the atmosphere. Ye Qingluo sighed, turned on the light again, and motioned Fu Yehan to wait.

Then she sat on the bed and continued to argue with her bestie: "Qingqing, let me tell you the truth."

Ye Qingluo thought about it, followed her words, and replied seriously: "I also think your brother is very good. To be honest, your brother is much better than Chu Lingxuan in all aspects, but the hard conditions are stuck there. I really can't accept someone who is so much older than me."

"He is a little older than us, but not that old." Chu Tianqing was worried about his brother finding a good wife, so he said without any principle, "He is only ten years older. If you look at his birthday, he is not even ten, a little over nine. I think it is acceptable."

Although Ye Qingluo had drunk some wine, he was only slightly tipsy and his mind was still clear.

She quoted Chu Tianqing's original words and refuted: "Don't you always say that there is a generation gap between you and your brother? If you are looking for a partner, would you like to find someone with a generation gap between you and yourself?"

Following this line of thought, Chu Tianqing was instantly convinced: "It seems that I am unwilling to do so either."

"Is that so?" Ye Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Tianqing didn't respond. After thinking for a while, he said, "Qingluo, do you think that we have a problem if we think this way? Look, Uncle Fu Jingchen is the same age as my brother. There are many girls who like him all over the city, from 18 to 88 years old. Why aren't those girls and old ladies afraid of the generation gap?"

"...Eighty-eight?" Ye Qingluo was unconsciously led astray by Chu Tianqing, "According to what you said, it's still Fu Jingchen's seventh uncle who is the best. He can win over both young and old."

"Not really." Chu Tianqing said, "It's just that both young and old want to eat him."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

"Fu Yehan himself is a cold person. I heard from my brother that he not only hates women getting close to him, but he is also a wooden lump in private and doesn't even watch movies. So you can understand why Fu Jingchen is so afraid of his seventh uncle. An old man in his thirties who doesn't even have the most basic physiological needs of a normal person must be so abnormal. So, my brother is actually okay. Although he doesn't have the power and money like Master Fu Qi, and he has never had a girlfriend, he at least knows how to watch a movie and is also a normal man."

Ye Qingluo: “…”

"Qingluo." Chu Tianqing's curiosity grew. "Let me ask you a question. Please answer me seriously. If... I mean if, if someone introduces Master Fu Qi to you, would you be able to accept him? Every aspect of him, including age and generation gap."