The beloved one of the rich brother

Meng Chuyan quietly walked out of the terrace, stuck her head out to look down, and instantly had an idea in her mind.

This is the second floor. Downstairs is a garden and a wall. Those people should be gathered at the gate. She plans to jump down secretly and then climb over the wall to get out.

As soon as she thought of it, she took action immediately. Meng Chuyan ran back to the room and grabbed the silk sheet that felt very smooth. She took out a pair of scissors from the bathroom, cut it into pieces in a few seconds, and tied it into a long strip.

The sheet was stuck on the railing, and Meng Chuyan climbed out of the terrace and slid down without thinking.

Sister Li, who was quietly waiting outside the door, saw that the time had exceeded the normal operating time. Before Meng Chuyan came out, she had to knock on the door to remind her, "Ms. Meng, are you ok? Is there anything else you need?"

After knocking several times without getting a response, Sister Li tried to turn the doorknob, only to find it was locked. Her expression tensed up a bit, and she began to bang on the door, "Miss Meng? Miss Meng?"

Meng Chuyan, who was hanging in the air, was frightened when she heard the noise. Seeing that they were about to break in, she panicked and anxious, and jumped down without thinking.

However, she underestimated the height. The moment she let go, she was so scared that she closed her eyes and screamed loudly, "Ah..."

She was desperate and terrified, but unexpectedly, she did not feel the expected pain while falling rapidly, and she fell into a strong and warm embrace.

Sister Li, who broke into the room, and several bodyguards behind her just happened to witness this scene. They were terrified. If something happened to Miss Meng under their noses, they would be in big trouble.

Fortunately, the eldest master descended from the sky and caught Meng Chuyan. They finally felt relieved. The next moment, they looked at each other in panic.

Meng Chuyan gasped for air, trembling and slowly opening her eyes. What came into her sight was a man wearing a black mask and a black baseball cap. His hat brim was pulled down so low that her appearance could not be seen at all.

But Meng Chuyan, who had just escaped death, had no time to care about so many things. She had always been rebellious and afraid of death and pain, and at this moment she finally couldn't help but burst into tears out of fear.

She didn't care who caught her, because the one who saved her life was her God. Still in shock, she hugged his neck, leaned on his chest, and cried bitterly.

The man's eyelashes drooped as he watched the woman in his arms cry loudly, feeling her thin shoulders twitching and shaking. His brows furrowed, and his arms around her tightened subconsciously. He closed his eyes to hide the obscure look in his eyes, pursed his thin lips, and said nothing.

Until the girl's crying gradually subsided and turned into intermittent sobbing, the man no longer lingered, and carried her straight to the car parked in the garage, and directly stuffed Meng Chuyan, who was crying with snot and tears, into the car.

The car door slammed shut, and before Meng Chuyan could react, the car had already driven out.

Meng Chuyan suddenly came back to her senses. She rushed to the car door and banged on the window desperately, "Hey, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?"

The driver in the front seat quickly spoke to comfort her, "Miss, don't worry, we are just taking you home!"

Meng Chuyan paused, staring blankly at the tall figure gradually moving away outside the car window. Suddenly, she lost her focus until she could no longer see the figure. Then she came to her senses.

"Brother, who was that person just now? Where is that place? How do you know where my home is?"

The driver did not answer but said, "Miss, your handbag is right next to you, can you check if there is anything missing?"

Meng Chuyan's attention was diverted instantly. She couldn't wait to pick up her handbag, take out her cell phone, and call Wen Yiyu immediately.

As soon as the call was connected, she asked in a tearful voice, "Yibao, Yibao, are you okay? Where are you now? Don't be afraid, tell me, I will save you now! I must kill that damn man, Yibao..."

"It's me!" Meng Chuyan's rapid-fire speech was suddenly interrupted by a deep male voice on the other end of the phone, "Yi Yi is fine for now!"

Meng Chuyan paused, her expression stern, "Who are you?"

"Huo Chengluo!" A male voice with no emotion came from the other end of the phone.

When this name came out, Meng Chuyan was caught off guard, "Why is it you? Where did you take Yibao?"

"She's not feeling well and is at my house now!"

Meng Chuyan was shocked. "Your home? Where is your home? Who told you to take Yibao away? I'll go get Yibao back now!"

Huo Chengluo: "Don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Meng Chuyan was immediately furious, "Who asked you to take care of her? You scumbag, don't even think about messing with our Yibao."

The two sisters kept calling him a scumbag as if they were addicted to it. Huo Chengluo pressed his eyebrows and emphasized in a deep voice, "Yi Yi is fine, that's it!" After saying this, he hung up the phone without hesitation.

Meng Chuyan glared at him, "Hey, hey, Huo..."

"Miss, we've arrived at your house, please get off!" The car stopped in front of her house at some point, and the driver even opened the door to welcome her out.

When Meng Chuyan saw that it was indeed the door of her home, she put away her cell phone, picked up her bag and got out of the car quickly.

Standing at the familiar doorstep of her home and watching the car drive away, Meng Chuyan felt a little bit of disbelief and confusion when she saw that she had returned home unharmed, as if she had just had a dream.

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In her sleep, Wen Yiyou smelled waves of elegant rose fragrance. The smell was a little sweet and fragrant. The smell was intoxicating, refreshing, and made people feel happy. She couldn't help but slowly open her eyes.

The first thing that caught her eye was a bouquet of gorgeous blue roses dotted with baby's breath. She blinked and stood up with a look of surprise.

Huo Chengluo, who had been sitting by the bed for an unknown period of time, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Finally woke up?"

Wen Yiyou's mouth curled up, and her big brown eyes that seemed to be able to speak lit up, "Are the flowers for me?"

Huo Chengluo knew that she had loved roses since she was a child.

In Half Moon Bay, Wen Jintai built a rose garden specifically for her, and hired a specialist to plant all kinds of rare roses in the world for her to pick and enjoy.

"Of course, if I pursue you, I have to show some appreciation," Huo Chengluo replied with a low laugh.

Wen Yiyu really likes roses, likes the various bright colors, likes to see the buds that are about to bloom, likes to appreciate the blooming flowers, but in fact, she likes the thorns on it even more.

The thorns look small, but if you are not careful, you will feel pain, bleed and get hurt if you get pricked. In Wen Yiyou's opinion, its small thorns are its own defensive weapons.

And she hopes that she can be like this thorny rose, aloof, enchanting, charming, but also thorny, with her own unique character and personality.