The beloved one of the rich brother

After a long silence, Huo Chengluo raised his lips slightly, "Interesting. I guess he will contact me soon!"

Assistant Kant looked confused and didn't react to the meaning of Huo Chengluo's words for a moment. A dead person suddenly appeared strangely and contacted President Huo?

The Gu family and the Zheng family are in-laws. The two families can be said to be people in the same boat. Their interests are inseparable, and they prosper together and suffer together.

Originally, the Gu family was controlled by the eldest son, Gu Beiyuan, but he passed away in an accident a few years ago, and the Gu family was taken over by his younger brother, Gu Xinghe, who was born to his stepmother.

If Gu Beiyuan really came back to life now, the Gu family would definitely be in chaos.

Does this mean that Gu Beiyuan plans to cooperate with President Huo?

The various relationships were so complicated that Assistant Kang couldn't figure it out for a while. He came to his senses and handed the things to Huo Chengluo.

"Mr. Huo, this is the handbag and cell phone that Miss Wen left at the bar last night, and this is the stuff that Miss Shu helped bring back!"

Huo Chengluo took it casually and said, "I'll be here for the next few days. If you have anything, just contact me directly!"

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Wen Yiyou didn't know what was wrong with her. She felt dizzy, weak all over, and couldn't open her eyes. Her stomach felt like a devil was playing tricks on her, churning and churning. Waves of pain kept coming towards her like waves.

Her lower abdomen felt as if it were stabbed by thousands of burning knives, and piercing pain spread throughout her body.

The body was hot and cold, very uncomfortable, as if being thrown into an ice cellar, cold from head to toe, and then suddenly as if being put into an oven, hot and dry and unbearable.

Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she breathed heavily and groaned in pain, and her whole body seemed to be floating in a dark and endless abyss. She wanted to call for help, but no sound came out.

Until a pair of warm big hands covered her lower abdomen, gently massaging her abdomen, and her pain was finally relieved a little.

Then her floating body seemed to have found a piece of fine Hetian jade and had a support. It was warm in winter and cool in summer. When she felt cold, there was a warm body behind her. When she felt hot, it was as refreshing as drinking refreshing spring water in a dry desert.

She closed her eyes slightly, held the support beside her tightly with both hands, and moved her dry mouth as if trying to get closer to the water source.

Huo Chengluo looked worriedly at Wen Yiyu, who had a high fever and had to call a doctor to give her an IV drip. His usually handsome eyebrows were wrinkled into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

The pain and high fever made her lose her former vitality and she fell into a coma and confusion.

Her painful and weak moans kept brushing against his ears. His expression was tense but helpless. He could only try his best to control himself and gently press her abdomen with his hands to relieve her pain.

She unconsciously leaned towards him slowly, using her hands and feet to cling to him, her furry little head buried in his chest, then jumped up to his shoulder and neck, her hot breath spraying around his neck. His breathing suddenly sank, and he murmured hoarsely, "One by one!"

The drowsy Wen Yiyu felt the cold touch, her mouth moved, and she subconsciously moved closer, and then unconsciously and slowly moved towards that pleasant voice.

Her long legs straddled his thighs, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her mouth kept wandering around his neck. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he subconsciously tightened his arms, holding the agitated her in his arms.

Wen Yiyu licked his neck unconsciously with her eyes closed, and then bit his Adam's apple unexpectedly. Huo Chengluo's whole body stiffened, and a muffled groan involuntarily escaped from his throat. The veins on his arms that were holding her were bulging.

He couldn't help but push her away from his arms, "Yi Yi, be good, don't move!"

Wen Yiyou, who was pushed away, seemed to have lost her support. She whimpered a few times, sobbed softly, and wrapped her arms around him tightly, "Don't go!"

Huo Chengluo quickly hugged her into his arms again and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, Yiyi, don't be afraid, I'm here, I won't leave!"

Wen Yiyu's lips pressed against his cheek again, and she moved to his lips. The next second, a scorching kiss was imprinted on his slightly cool thin lips.

Huo Chengluo closed his eyes, feeling the touch on his lips which was softer than he had imagined. He was reluctant to push her away, and a hoarse voice came out vaguely from their lips and tongues, "One by one..."

He held her slender waist with one hand and gently placed the other hand on the back of her head, holding her lips, and gradually deepened the kiss gently and uncontrollably.

The minty scent from the man's lips and tongue suddenly filled her mouth, and she moaned as if a long drought had finally ended, "Hmm..."

After a long time, Huo Chengluo withdrew with disordered breathing, looked at the girl who was still drowsy and confused, sighed, panted slightly, and kissed the corners of her mouth a few times with an unsatisfied look.

The triple torture of hangover, high fever and menstrual period made Wen Yiyu feel drowsy for several days and nights.

After her fever finally subsided, she opened her hazy eyes, looked around at the unfamiliar environment, and sat up on the bed with her hands.

His face was pale, his eyelids drooped limply, and he leaned quietly on the edge of the bed. He looked wilted, like an eggplant hit by frost.

"Why are you up?" Huo Chengluo, who pushed the door open, suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness and concern.

Hearing the voice, Wen Yiyou raised his eyes and saw the person coming with a confused look.

"You, why are you here?" The voice was weak.

Huo Chengluo quickly came to the bedside, raised his hand to her forehead, and took her temperature. He spoke with a sense of relief, "Finally the fever has subsided!"

Wen Yiyou stared at him in a daze. Huo Chengluo sat on the bed, and pressed his big hand on her lower abdomen very naturally, rubbing it, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

The man's actions immediately stained Wen Yiyou's pale face with a touch of embarrassment. She hurriedly pushed away the big hand on her lower abdomen and stammered, "You, what are you doing?"

The man pulled her over and held her tightly in his arms, his strong arms resting across her waist. There was a kind of intimacy and tenderness in his movements that was ingrained into her bones.

Huo Chengluo lowered his eyes, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else? Do you have a headache?"

Wen Yiyou fell into his chest unexpectedly, and the minty scent that belonged to him suddenly penetrated into her nostrils, making her feel flustered.

Feeling his burning gaze and deep tone, her face flushed. Suddenly she didn't dare to look up at him, and shook her head, trying to suppress her panic.

"Are you really not feeling unwell?" Huo Chengluo was obviously worried.

"No, you, me, where is this?" Wen Yiyou struggled to push him away and change the subject, "Why am I here?"

The man remained motionless and asked in an ambiguous tone, "You don't remember anything?"

Wen Yiyou raised his head, looking puzzled, "What don't you remember?"

"Who told you to go out and drink?" Huo Chengluo asked in a deep voice.

Wen Yiyou was stunned for a moment, then she remembered that she had come to Jicheng without saying a word and went to drink with Meng Chuyan. She took a breath, looked around nervously, and did not forget to ask, "Where is Chuchu? Why am I here?"

"She's fine!" Huo Chengluo responded slowly.