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

Ye Qingluo also came up with the idea on impulse.

The man in front of me only took off his coat after entering the room. He was wearing a white shirt and suit pants, looking abstinent and serious.

It costs money anyway.

Then try them all.

Fu Yehan seemed to be extremely good at cooperating with her. No matter how she played, he could always respond to her enthusiasm appropriately.

Fu Yehan's shirt was mostly wet by the undried water stains on her body. While he responded to her kiss demandingly, he put his hand on his collar and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

Before even a button was undone, Ye Qingluo grabbed his hand.

"Baby, don't be impatient." Ye Qingluo swirled his tongue around his lips, and said with an unsatisfied look, "Let the gold master feel your appearance as a beast in human clothing again."

A simple teasing sentence can start a prairie fire.

A raging fire of desire instantly ignited in Fu Yehan's slightly narrowed eyes.

However, this time Fu Yehan did not take the dominant position. He allowed the pair of slender and soft hands outside the cloth to add fuel to the fire, outlining the contours of his abdominal muscles inch by inch.

As if still unsatisfied, Ye Qingluo pulled him back little by little, backing him under the shower.

Wow.

Ye Qingluo turned the water flow to the maximum, and in an instant Fu Yehan's clothes were all wet.

"Fu Yehan, why are you so beautiful?"

Ye Qingluo held Fu Yehan's face in his hands and looked at him through the water curtain. The man's hair was stuck together in strands in the constantly pouring warm water and continued to drip with water droplets, but it did not affect his expensive looks at all.

"You look good too." Fu Yehan replied to her politely.

Ye Qingluo was amused by him and stood on tiptoe to kiss his sweet lips. She didn't know if it was because of the water, but the man's taste was not as sweet as she imagined, and even a little too bland.

But she still didn't stop, her eyes slightly closed, and she demanded greedily.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yehan suddenly turned off the shower head, grabbed the bath towel beside him and wrapped her in it, then put his hands on her shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her against the steamy corner.

"Ye Qingluo, if you feel uncomfortable, you can just cry. There is no need to suppress it like this."

After Fu Yehan finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently wiped away the water droplets hanging on Ye Qingluo's eyelashes.

Ye Qingluo blinked sensitively, lowered her head and stared blankly for a long time before slowly raising her eyelids. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she caught Fu Yehan's focused gaze.

Fu Yehan lifted the scattered hair on her forehead, tucked it behind her ear, and leaned down to look her in the eye.

The woman in front of him was much younger than him. Even though Ye Qingluo was relatively mature among her peers, in his eyes, she was still a little woman of little status. It was amazing that she could hide her thoughts from him for a while.

"You can express all your emotions in front of me. You don't need to act so strong."

Fu Yehan knew that women needed to be coaxed, but he had never coaxed anyone before, so he was a little clumsy in this regard. All he could do was try his best to understand her. Even if he didn't understand some of her emotions thoroughly, he could still be a good listener.

Fu Yehan said a few simple words, and Ye Qingluo felt pain from the pit of her stomach to her eyes. She drooped her eyelids, and tears as big as beans overflowed from her eyelashes and rolled down.

Being strong is sometimes a very strange thing. You can be as solid as a rock when you meet someone who doesn't understand you, but once you meet someone who can understand your emotions, you will collapse in an instant.

"I know I was wrong. I did something wrong." Ye Qingluo's voice was not steady and his words were a little vague. "I shouldn't have fallen like this just because of a divorce. I shouldn't have no bottom line or principles. I still have friends who care about me very much, but my performance was so disappointing. So my friends want to break up with me. I'm really sad, but I can't even say a word of explanation, because I did something wrong, and this is the punishment I deserve."

It can be seen that Ye Qingluo is really sad. Fu Yehan doesn't know how to comfort her. He just raises his hand and gently wipes the layers of tears from the corners of Ye Qingluo's eyes with his fingertips.

"But, Fu Yehan, I've been thinking about it for a whole day and night."

Ye Qingluo suddenly raised her head to look at him, the light above her head reflected in her tearful eyes, rippling with tiny rays of light.

"I don't regret it." Ye Qingluo said stubbornly, "I really don't regret it at all. I know that what happened between us was a mistake from the beginning, but the time I spent with you, the ease and freedom I felt, was something I had never experienced before. It was as if the darkest and most tormenting days suddenly had color, and the pain that I thought was dark and gloomy, unexpectedly came out without me noticing. So if I had the chance to do it all over again, and if fate arranged for me to meet you again, I think I might still make the same choice."

Fu Yehan had never expected Ye Qingluo's next words.

Fu Yehan didn't expect that this silly woman felt upset and reflected on herself, and finally came to the conclusion that she didn't regret it.

During this period, he often thought about the question Tu Lan asked, why it was Ye Qingluo.

He had been single for more than 30 years and had never fallen in love with anyone. Why was he captured by this woman in such a short time?

At this moment, he seemed to have the answer.

Ye Qingluo is the only woman who only has him in her eyes when she looks at him. This "he" has nothing to do with his past, his identity, and even his name is not important. The him in her eyes is very pure, and this is his truest appearance at the moment.

She had been looking at him that way since they met in the bar that day. Even if she was only superficially obsessed with his looks, it was more attractive to him than those complicated eyes that were always mixed with all kinds of emotions.

Of course, everyone loves beauty, and he is no exception.

So the prerequisite is that Ye Qingluo's appearance happens to suit his aesthetic taste, otherwise he would not have been so lustful and given her this opportunity that day.

"Who said that our relationship was a mistake from the beginning?"

Fu Yehan was drenched by the shower, his wet shirt stuck to his body, and water droplets were still dripping from the ends of his hair.

But even so, the man's appearance is still online, his tight muscles are clearly visible under the thin and transparent cloth, and his tall figure carries a natural sense of oppression.

"Ye Qingluo, do you remember how I responded when you called me last night and said 'I like you'?"

Fu Yehan lifted Ye Qingluo's chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him.

"I was playing a game with my colleagues. That was a joke. I thought you could tell." Ye Qingluo explained truthfully.

"I can indeed tell." Fu Yehan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his serious expression was reflected in Ye Qingluo's clear eyes, "The one I can't tell is you."

Hearing this, Ye Qingluo was suddenly stunned, with confusion between his brows.

"I'm not cooperating with you, nor am I joking." Fu Yehan said seriously, "I allow you to like me, whether your love is true or false, of course it's better to be true, because I'm serious - I like you."