The beloved one of the rich brother

From day to night, time passed quietly, and Wen Yiyu was finally awakened from his sleep by the hunger in his stomach.

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were confused, and she seemed not yet fully awake. She rubbed her eyes, then sat up in a daze.

She just felt weak all over, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

She leaned limply on the bed, feeling a little overwhelmed. She looked down at herself and found that she had changed into pajamas, and her body felt fresh and comfortable, obviously someone had helped her clean up.

Just then, a deep male voice came from the door: "Awake?"

Wen Yiyou looked up suddenly, and happened to meet the man's smiling, gentle and affectionate gaze.

Her cheeks instantly flushed, and some hot and passionate images flashed involuntarily in her mind.

The man walked up to her with a smile on his face and asked with concern, "Are you hungry?"

A hint of shyness surged in Wen Yiyu's heart, but more of a desire for food.

She hugged the man's waist without hesitation, buried her face in his warm neck, rubbed it gently, and muttered, "I'm so hungry..."

The man couldn't help but chuckle, his tone was a little doting: "Who made you sleep so well? I called you so many times but you couldn't wake me up."

He gently stroked her messy hair, with a faint smile on his face, and said softly: "I wanted you to get up and eat something, but I didn't expect you to get angry!"

After saying this, a hint of teasing flashed in his deep eyes.

Wen Yiyou raised his head, glared at him fiercely, puffed up his cheeks, and said angrily: "Then tell me, whose fault is it?"

Huo Chengluo quickly smiled and comforted her: "Okay, don't be angry, it's my fault." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly picked her up and stood up.

"Hubby will take you downstairs to eat now!" he said as he carried her downstairs easily.

Wen Yiyou was startled by his sudden action. She quickly hooked her arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "Who is your wife?"

Huo Chengluo's eyes fell on her face calmly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a smug smile, he slowly said: "Who called me husband all night last night?"

Hearing this, Wen Yiyou's cheeks flushed instantly. She quickly reached out to cover his mouth and shouted shyly: "Shut up, don't mention this again!"

Seeing this, Huo Chengluo took the opportunity to peck her palm lightly, and then said gently: "I asked you to sleep a little longer, but you missed the time to get the certificate today!"

After hearing this, Wen Yiyou couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart, but he still replied stubbornly: "Humph, it's all because you are so bad!"

Huo Chengluo smiled, then leaned over and put her on the chair, saying in a domineering tone: "Don't worry, you can't run away, Mrs. Huo!"

Wen Yiyu's attention was immediately drawn to the dazzling array of delicious food on the table.

Seeing this, Huo Chengluo chuckled and said, "Eat quickly. I'll feel bad if you starve my baby."

Wen Yiyou couldn't wait to start working, while Huo Chengluo leisurely served her dishes, rice and soup.

Finally, Wen Yiyu was full and sat back in her chair contentedly. Then her eyes fell on the man.

At this moment, Huo Chengluo looked more lazy and leisurely than his usual dignified and calm self, and he looked full of energy.

Then I looked at myself, eating voraciously, like a poor little thing that had just been abused.

Thinking of this, Wen Yiyu couldn't help but look at him with some resentment.

Huo Chengluo raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yiyou put down the chopsticks in his hand, with a hint of displeasure on his face, and began to accuse confidently: "Why did you suddenly go crazy last night?"

"Crazy?" Huo Chengluo murmured softly, as if savoring the meaning of the word, and then smiled gently, with a sly look in his eyes, "Well, it is indeed a bit crazy."

Wen Yiyou felt a little relieved when he admitted it, but she couldn't help but mutter, "What on earth has provoked you? Are you saying that you have to wait until my isolation treatment period is over?"

Huo Chengluo did not answer but asked instead, his eyes fell on the empty bowl in front of her, and asked softly: "Are you full?"

Wen Yiyou nodded with satisfaction, "I'm full!"

"Okay, as long as you're full!" Huo Chengluo picked up the napkin and leaned over to wipe the corners of her mouth, his movements gentle and delicate.

Wen Yiyou was still eagerly waiting for his answer, but the man suddenly picked her up again and changed the subject, "Come on, I'll take you back to the room to experience other interesting things."

Wen Yiyou's eyes lit up, "What are you experiencing?"

Huo Chengluo stared at her, with a mysterious light in his eyes, but smiled without saying a word.

Wen Yiyu became even more curious. She hooked her arm around his neck and shook her body coquettishly, "Tell me now!"

Huo Chengluo looked at her impatient expression, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You'll know when you get there." After that, he held her and strode towards the room.

Huo Chengluo held her in his arms and gently kicked open a door. Wen Yiyu was attracted by the space in front of him. This was an extremely luxurious and fashionable dressing room, with everything from clothes, accessories, shoes, bags, etc.

The floor space, decoration design, and various valuable items placed inside the cloakroom are comparable to a boutique located on a high-end luxury street.

There is a floor-to-ceiling window and a dressing mirror, and a bar counter in the center, which is made of mosaic paving and a curved glass tabletop. There are several simple high chairs and pink round stools next to it, making the space look more stylish and luxurious.

The interior of each closet is classified and decorated with reflective mirror lines on the frame, showing a touch of exquisite beauty in the details.

The cloakroom design is all finished with unique textures, paired with square ceiling lights and mirrors that can reflect the surrounding environment, giving the cloakroom a strong sense of art.

She struggled to the ground and looked around with a curious look on her face, "Why are you in the cloakroom?"

Huo Chengluo said nothing. He raised his hand and pulled gently, and the wardrobe against the wall extended easily along the slide rail.

Listed on the wardrobe were the hundreds of strange and varied uniforms that she had spent a lot of money to have someone specially made for him to celebrate his birthday.

"Ah..." Her face flushed, and she dared not look directly at it. She tried to push the wardrobe back in a panic, "Why, why are these placed here?"

Huo Chengluo raised his hand, pressed the wardrobe, looked at her with a smile and reminded her, "Baby, these are all the birthday gifts you carefully prepared for me."

Wen Yiyou looked embarrassed. She couldn't push the wardrobe, so she had to pretend to be calm and turned around, "I, I suddenly remembered that I haven't called my mother yet!"

Before she finished her words, the man suddenly grabbed her waist with his palm and pulled her into his arms.

He put his thin lips close to her ear and whispered softly, "Don't be impatient, baby. Come on, let's make this gift of 'Uniform Temptation' a reality first."

"I, I don't want to..." She refused shyly.

The man casually pulled out a thin, almost transparent white shirt from the closet and handed it to her, with a slight smile on his face as he asked, "I heard this kind of clothing is called a chef's uniform?"

Wen Yiyou's face flushed, and she didn't dare to look at the dress at all. She could only push it away in a panic and stammered, "No, I don't know..."

Huo Chengluo raised his eyebrows, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, "Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't know, try it on?"

Wen Yiyu suddenly felt that something was wrong. She shook her head and tried to escape, "No, I don't want to wear it..."

Before she could finish her words, Huo Chengluo pushed her against the wall in a strong yet gentle manner the next second.