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

"Why do you say that?" Fu Yehan asked.

“No reason, it’s just a feeling.”

Ye Qingluo thought for a while and gave an example: "Look, I asked you to buy sanitary napkins for me, and you didn't feel ashamed, and you were very thoughtful. You even took the initiative to understand the physiological characteristics of women, and thought about their needs from a woman's perspective. So I think if you become a boss, your company will definitely be very humane. If nothing else, at least you will give women an extra day to rest during their menstrual period, so that many girls don't have to worry about it even though they are uncomfortable. In the end, they may still choose to grit their teeth and go to work for bonuses such as full attendance."

"Then you really misunderstood." Fu Yehan corrected without thinking, "Just because I treat you like this doesn't mean I treat all women like this. The boss has his own standpoint. Under the premise of not violating the labor law, capitalists all pursue maximum profit, and I am no exception."

"Will not."

As soon as Fu Yehan finished speaking, Ye Qingluo immediately denied it.

Fu Yehan laughed and was about to continue correcting her naive thoughts when Ye Qingluo suddenly turned over and lay directly on him, blocking the words he was about to say with her soft lips.

Relying on the special period, he did not dare to take the initiative. While Ye Qingluo was kissing him, his hands were not idle either, making a mess up his body.

Fu Yehan grabbed Ye Qingluo's hand, suppressed his disordered breathing, and warned: "Don't play with fire. If you tease me so irresponsibly, be careful that I will get it back with interest in a few days."

"Baby, relax." Ye Qingluo ignored his warning and pecked his lips a few times. "Your boss is very humane. Don't restrain yourself. I'll help you."

Ye Qingluo's fingers are slender and soft, and the flexibility he has gained from taking the tenth-level piano test is unmatched by ordinary people.

This was the first time Ye Qingluo tried to help Fu Yehan in this pure output way.

Fu Yehan is not the only one who understands her body, which has been used to it.

She also understands Fu Yehan very well.

The man lying flat beside her was almost aroused. He closed his eyes and hummed softly to the rhythm of the rise and fall of her palm.

Listening to Fu Yehan's uncontrollable pondering, Ye Qingluo actually felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

After finishing, Ye Qingluo kissed him gently on the corner of his mouth again and said firmly: "Fu Yehan, I believe that if you were the boss, you would definitely be a very humane and good boss."

Fu Yehan: "..."

Tuesday morning.

Fu Group, President's Office.

"Mr. Fu, the chairman wants you to go to his office."

Fu Jingwei had just organized a planning meeting for the second half of the year for senior management.

After returning to the office, I received a notice from the secretary before I even had time to drink a sip of water.

"understood."

Fu Jingwei suppressed her fatigue, put the documents in her hand on the desk, and only took the meeting minutes.

She went to the top floor, knocked on the door and got permission, then she went into the chairman's office.

Without waiting for Uncle Qi to speak, Fu Jingwei reported the situation of the meeting in a straightforward manner.

He talked to himself for nearly ten minutes, and finally concluded: "In the second half of the year, we will launch the 'Return to the Garden and the Countryside' project. Dongli Town is the first stop, which can be said to be the facade of our next series of projects. During the meeting just now, I have already instructed the leaders of relevant departments to go back and greet their employees in advance. The second half of the year may be very busy, and no leave will be allowed without special circumstances. First of all, we must take this matter seriously in terms of attitude. Once the Dongli Town project is launched, the subsequent projects in this series will be much easier."

After Fu Jingwei finished her report, Fu Yehan didn't respond for a full minute.

I don't know what he was thinking with his eyes downcast.

"Mr. Fu." Fu Jingwei said a little nervously, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

After thinking for a while, Fu Yehan finally reacted.

He got up and went to the storage table in the corner to boil some hot water, then took out a teacup from the sterilizer and invited Fu Jingwei to sit on the sofa.

Seeing that Uncle Seventh was actually doing the work himself for the first time, Fu Jingwei became increasingly uneasy.

"Did I make any mistake?" Fu Jingwei asked cautiously.

Fu Jingwei has taken over the position of President of Fu Group for three and a half years.

But it was her seventh uncle who took care of her for the first three years.

Uncle Seventh was usually very strict, but he was very patient when teaching her things. After learning from Uncle Seventh over the years, she could clearly feel her rapid growth.

At the same time, she could also clearly feel the gap between herself and her Seventh Uncle.

In the past, such a gap would make her feel at ease, because after she made a decision on all matters in the company, her Uncle Qi would always give her the final review, so at that time she had spiritual support and was not under too much pressure.

However, since the beginning of this year, Uncle Seventh has completely let go and no longer keeps an eye on her. All matters within her responsibilities are decided by herself.

This means that she has to take full responsibility for her own decisions.

With great power comes great responsibility.

So now, every time Uncle Qi comes to her, she will unconsciously reflect on herself, whether there is anything she has not considered carefully, whether there is a problem with any decision, and so on.

Fu Yehan doesn't drink tea very often, and there is no luxurious tea table in his office, only a set of tea sets brought by Chu Tiankuo.

Fu Yehan only went through the simplest process of making tea, poured it to 70% full, and placed it in front of Fu Jingwei.

"Try it." Fu Yehan recommended, "This is the new tea that Chu Tiankuo brought last time. I think it's not bad. If you can get used to it, I'll ask him to bring some for you next time."

When Fu Jingwei heard the name "Chu Tiankuo", her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Staring at the tea in front of her in a daze for a few seconds, Fu Jingwei slowly raised her eyes.

"Seventh Uncle." She changed the name and whispered, "Do you already know?"

Hearing this, Fu Yehan frowned slightly, but then managed his expression calmly and shook the teacup in his hand naturally.

In Fu Jingwei's eyes, Uncle Seventh's extremely abnormal politeness was a sign of impending storm.

So she didn't dare to hide it anymore and took the initiative to admit: "I didn't arrange the drinks last night. It was Xihe who called me and asked me where I was. He wanted to invite me to drink together. I happened to be under a lot of pressure recently, so I agreed."

"Yeah." Fu Yehan responded with an unclear emotion, and said in a deep voice, "And then?"

Fu Jingwei found it difficult to speak for the rest of the conversation. She answered each question as if squeezing toothpaste: "After I went there, we just chatted briefly. Xihe had something to do and left, leaving only Chu Tiankuo and I."

"continue."

"In fact, I don't know what happened. Chu Tiankuo drank one glass after another. But I can roughly guess that he was rejected after confessing his love to Xihe. I can understand his feelings. Although they have never been together, Chu Tiankuo has been pursuing Xihe for five or six years after all, so it is inevitable that he feels bad. So I drank a few glasses with him. I didn't drink much before, and I didn't expect that my alcohol tolerance is so poor..."

Having said this, Fu Jingwei stopped and did not continue.

"Fu Jingwei." Fu Yehan's eyes were as sharp as a knife. "Is this your first day as the president of Fu Corporation? Count how many sentences you said just now. Was there a key sentence? What? Do you think that the longer the excuses you make, the easier it is to forgive the mistakes you made? Is this how you teach your subordinates?"

Uncle Qi's questions were like thunder, striking Fu Jingwei's heart accurately and fiercely.

Fu Jingwei's hand shook and she accidentally knocked over the teacup.

After quickly taking a few tissues to clean up, she bit her lip, stopped making excuses for herself, and got straight to the point: "Last night, Chu Tiankuo and I went to get a room, and we...had sex."