The beloved one of the rich brother

"Tsk tsk, my goodness, has President Huo moved the shopping mall here?" Meng Chuyan came to Huating No. 1 at the invitation of Wen Yiyu. The grand scene she saw made Meng Chuyan stunned for a few seconds, and her expression almost couldn't hold back.

The hundreds of square meters of the large flat were filled with high-end dresses, shoes, bags, jewelry, etc., which were placed in the living room for her to choose from. A well-known makeup artist was also arranged to come to her home to do her makeup and styling.

Meng Chuyan was shocked. "Isn't it just to take you to a banquet? Why is it such a big deal?"

Please forgive her for looking naive. Her father took her to the party by just renting a dress, and she just put on some makeup and fixed her hair.

Only after meeting real rich people did I realize that the gap between the rich and the poor can be so huge, and that attending banquets are so particular.

There is a big difference between a nouveau riche and a wealthy family. In Meng Chuyan's opinion, it was confirmed that his father was a nouveau riche.

"It's okay!" Wen Yiyu replied boredly.

Meng Chuyan looked straight at Wen Yiyu who was sitting in front of the mirror putting on makeup. She had three-dimensional facial features and looked bright and generous. When she looked at her quietly, her temperament seemed even more noble and elegant.

She always felt that Wen Yiyu had a noble temperament emanating from her bones.

Even though she was in an environment that was very different from her past experiences, she not only did not feel out of place, but instead appeared more confident and humble, neither humble nor arrogant, and calm and generous.

The more such an environment, the more her temperament becomes more and more mature. And this feeling is not caused by Huo Chengluo's identity, but a sense of déjà vu that she was born this way.

Meng Chuyan didn't know what she was thinking of, and a strange light suddenly appeared on her face. She moved closer to Wen Yiyu and said mysteriously, "Hey, baby, you are not a pearl left behind by a wealthy family, are you?"

"Ah? What do you mean?" Wen Yiyou looked confused.

Meng Chuyan's eyes sparkled, and her tone was unusually excited, "Are you the daughter of a wealthy family who was left behind?"

Wen Yiyou was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled, his voice becoming lighter, "Have you watched too many stupid dramas?"

The more Meng Chuyan thought about it, the more excited she became. She was beaming with joy. "You know what I've always dreamed of!" She became happier and happier as she spoke. "It's that you suddenly become rich, give me a Maserati, and take me to live a life of luxury!"

She clenched her fists into a praying position as she spoke, "Then I will just lie down for the rest of my life, relying on you. I won't have to work hard anymore."

When Wen Yiyu heard this, she was also happy and smiled, "Isn't this also my dream?" She also fantasized that her best friend would suddenly become rich so that she could enjoy the good life.

The two smiled at each other. Meng Chuyan sat cross-legged on the carpet, supporting herself with both hands, half-lifting her face, and was overjoyed. "We are both living a lazy life, and it is fun to be with you."

Even if the ideas were unrealistic and fanciful, both of them could still have a good time.

"Yibao, don't tell me, your mother's temperament is also the kind of noble lady temperament that can't be concealed." Meng Chuyan blinked and said, "Are you sure your mother is not a wealthy lady who ran away from home with you because she was angry?"

Wen Yiyou was slightly stunned, and nodded very seriously, "Yeah, now that you mention it, I remember that I have never seen my father. Then I have to ask my mother."

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In the cloakroom, Wen Yiyu was wearing a luxurious silver knee-length dress with a halter top and glittering stars, revealing a pair of shiny white, slender and straight legs. The diamonds on the skirt sparkled brightly, and the light and shadow changed with her posture. Her every frown and smile were full of the charming charm of a young girl.

Wen Yiyou looked up at the mirror with satisfaction, and a familiar figure was unexpectedly reflected in the mirror.

Wen Yiyou turned around with a look of surprise, "You're back?"

As she spoke, the man had already taken a step forward and came to her. He casually put the suit jacket on his arm on the back of the chair next to him, and put his big hand on her slender waist, "Have you changed your clothes?"

Wen Yiyou took a step away, turned in front of him, and asked him in the mirror: "Does it look good?"

Huo Chengluo hugged her from behind, his chest pressed tightly against her back, and took her into his arms. He stared at her in the mirror with his dark eyes, "Beautiful!"

The next second, "You are not allowed to wear it, change it!"

The man's next words made her smile suddenly freeze, and her face fell.

"Why?" Wen Yiyou puffed up her cheeks and glared at him.

Huo Chengluo didn't say anything. He lowered his head and moved closer to her. His nose and thin lips rubbed her exposed neck from time to time. His warm breath passed over her sensitive skin, and she couldn't help but blush.

Wen Yiyou couldn't help but shudder. She opened her mouth unwillingly, "Speak!"

The man said nothing, and he tightened his arms around her waist. His thin lips began to move, from a light touch to a dense stream of kisses on her shoulders and neck, and gradually to her ears.

Wen Yiyou's breathing stopped suddenly. She looked at the man's intimate behavior through the mirror and felt ashamed.

She turned away her eyes in panic and couldn't help struggling. She was so angry that she wanted to call him by his name, "Huo-Cheng..."

Before he could finish his words, the man suddenly pushed her forward and changed her direction, pressing her against the mirror.

Then the scorching breath covered her, and in an instant her lips and tongue were filled with his familiar minty scent. Wen Yiyou's mind went blank, and she stopped thinking instantly.

This kiss was different from the previous ones, it carried a man's strength and a strong sense of aggression.

Under the half-open door, Meng Chuyan was lying on the ground, holding up her phone and quietly filming the two people who were immersed in it. Seeing that the two were about to fire their guns, she stood up considerately and quietly left, but she stumbled and bumped into the door. She cried out softly, "Ouch!"

The half-open door was suddenly pushed open, and the two people who were fully engaged in the conversation suddenly stopped and their bodies froze at the same time.

When their eyes met, the confused Wen Yiyou shuddered instantly, and put her hands on Huo Chengluo's chest. She blushed and gritted her teeth, "Meng-Chu-Yan, what are you doing?"

Meng Chuyan came back to her senses and said, "Oh, sorry, you guys go on, go on, I, I can't see anything!" As she said that, she tactfully wanted to close the door and leave.

Wen Yiyou looked past Huo Chengluo and looked at her, furious, "Meng Chuyan, come in!"

"Uh..." Meng Chuyan looked embarrassed, and winked at her ambiguously, suggesting, "Is it inconvenient?"

Wen Yiyou choked, "You...", and was stunned for a few seconds before she suddenly realized the current situation between herself and Huo Chengluo.

The zipper on the back of her dress had been unzipped at some point, and the straps on her shoulders had slipped down to her arms. The dress was half-off and hung loosely on her body.

Huo Chengluo's neatly-fitting shirt was completely taken off, revealing his slender and strong upper body.

She pulled her hand back from his chest as if on fire, and hurriedly tugged at her skirt, and quickly changed her words, "Get out, get out, get out now!"

Meng Chuyan was as if she had been granted amnesty, "Okay, I'll leave now!" Then she closed the door tactfully, and said, "You two continue, I promise not to disturb you again!"