The beloved one of the rich brother

"Hey, what are you doing?" Meng Chuyan saw that Wen Yiyu had no intention of responding to her, and instead focused all his attention on the thing in his hand.

Wen Yiyou finally raised her head and said with a smile: "My brother Chengluo's birthday is coming soon!"

Meng Chuyan took a deep breath to calm her anger, then picked up the water cup and sat down next to Wen Yiyou, saying with a hint of doubt, "So what?"

Wen Yiyou bit the tip of her pen and answered seriously, "I'm planning how to celebrate his birthday."

"Planning a birthday?" Meng Chuyan rolled her eyes after hearing this answer, then waved her hand disapprovingly, "Does a man's birthday need to be planned? You are the best gift."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Meng Chuyan seemed to have suddenly thought of something. She touched Wen Yiyu's shoulder with an ambiguous look on her face, and then lowered her voice and asked, "Hey, that's not right. It's been so long, you and him should have... um?"

When Wen Yiyou was asked this question, he immediately stiffened his neck and retorted: "How long will it take?"

"How come not long? We have been in Nanyi Island for two months already, right? You two spend most of the time together almost every day." Meng Chuyan exposed her without any hesitation.

"The point is that you two are together day and night, and even sleep in the same bed at night!" Meng Chuyan widened her eyes, looking surprised, "No way? Nothing happened?"

Wen Yiyou gritted his teeth, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you afraid that others can't hear you?"

Meng Chuyan covered her mouth. "Oh my god, no way? There really is... no movement at all?"

Wen Yiyu's face flushed instantly, and she glared at Meng Chuyan fiercely.

"No, sisters, this is not right. What's going on with you?" Meng Chuyan asked anxiously.

She originally thought that the two of them were in love and sweet all day long, and must have spent every night together.

Wen Yiyou replied in a muffled voice, "He said there's no rush, and that I'm still in the isolation treatment stage."

We slept in the same bed every night, how could she not have made any requests in that regard?

But every time he found a way to comfort her and divert her attention. He also said that she was restless and irritable, so he read to her every night, and what he read to her were actually the Heart Sutra and some philosophy books.

Oh my god! The contents of those books are extremely boring, but coupled with the man's magnetic and pleasant voice, they are simply the perfect hypnotic artifact.

In a few minutes, sleepiness came over her like a tide, and she fell asleep peacefully. When she woke up, he was either doing morning exercises or going to work.

Meng Chuyan disagreed, "What kind of bullshit reason is this?"

She really couldn't understand how a normal man could be so calm when facing the girl he liked? Didn't he have any impulse or desire?

"You can still remain calm even when the girl you like is in my arms?"

Meng Chuyan fixed her eyes on Wen Yiyou, looking at the show with a smile on her face, "Is it you who lacks charm or is he not good enough?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yiyou straightened her chest and said, "How can I be unattractive? How can I be unattractive?"

Meng Chuyan looked suspicious and lowered her voice and said, "Then... could it be that Mr. Huo is not capable?"

"What?" Wen Yiyou's face changed drastically when he heard this, and his voice unconsciously rose eight degrees, "How is it possible?"

"How is it impossible?" Meng Chuyan curled her lips in disapproval, "Don't underestimate this matter. Many men nowadays are good-looking but useless."

"How, how could that be?" After hearing what Meng Chuyan said, Wen Yiyu felt less and less confident to refute. She found it difficult to accept this statement.

In her eyes, her brother Chengluo is the best in everything and can do anything.

Meng Chuyan frowned and guessed, "Could it be that Mr. Huo has this hidden illness and is not willing to tell you openly?"

After hearing this, Wen Yiyou became more and more distressed, "Well, if this is true, what should I do?"

Meng Chuyan's eyes rolled around, and she quickly suggested, "Hey, why don't you ask your second brother for help."

When Wen Yiyou heard this, he suddenly realized, "That's right, I'll let Brother Chengluo go..."

"You are stupid!" Meng Chuyan quickly reached out to hold her back, and said angrily, "You exposed your man's hidden illness so blatantly. Where can you let him save his dignity?"

Wen Yiyou suddenly came to her senses as if she had been hit by a stick, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I can't be so direct, I have to secretly ask my second brother for advice."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and ran out in a hurry.

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The medicine room is filled with rich and complex medicinal aroma, like a mysterious treasure house, exuding an intoxicating scent.

The room was silent and quiet, with only Murong Feng concentrating on mixing the potion. His movements were skillful and steady, and every step was extremely cautious.

Wen Yiyou gently pushed open the door, his footsteps as light as a kitten, and carefully poked half of his head into the door, his voice as low as a mosquito: "Second brother..."

Murong Feng was slightly startled when he heard the voice, and the movement of his hands also paused, but he soon reacted, quickly put down the potion in his hand, and responded with a smile: "Why is Yiyi here?"

"Second brother, I, I have something to ask you..." Wen Yiyu said in a low voice, revealing a hint of hesitation and shyness in his words.

Seeing this, Murong Feng raised his lips slightly and said gently, "Okay, Yiyi, go to the tea room and wait, my second brother will be here soon."

After saying that, he quickly organized the potions at hand.

Not long after, Murong Feng appeared at the door of the tea room.

He walked into the room with an elegant pace, sat opposite Wen Yiyou, and asked softly: "Yiyi, do you have anything to ask my second brother?"

"Second brother, I..." Wen Yiyu lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and she seemed a little embarrassed to speak.

"Hmm?" Murong Feng noticed the change in her expression and laughed softly, with a hint of teasing in his tone, and said jokingly: "Yiyi, is there anything you are embarrassed to say to your second brother?"

Wen Yiyu raised her head slightly, bit her lips lightly, her eyes flickering, "Second brother, it's not about me, it's about Brother Chengluo..."

Murong Feng was slightly surprised, "What happened to Cheng Luo?"

Wen Yiyou sighed quietly, with a hint of worry in her tone, "Second brother, I suspect that Brother Chengluo may have some hidden illness."

After saying that, her face instantly turned red.

Murong Feng raised his eyebrows, "Hidden disease? What hidden disease?"

Her face turned even redder, and she began to stammer, "That's right, that aspect..."