The beloved one of the rich brother

Seeing this, Huo Chengluo's smile grew, "This is my Yi Yi, so great!" Before he finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth.

Wen Yiyou's face suddenly burned up, and his eyes widened again, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"It's only courtesy!" He pointed to the place where she had just kissed him and replied seriously.

Wen Yiyou choked, unable to refute, "You..."

"Call me!" Huo Chengluo interrupted her without any context.

Wen Yiyou was confused, "What did you call me?"

"How do you want to call me?" the man asked instead of answering.

"President! Boss!" A cunning look flashed across Wen Yiyou's plain face, "What else can I shout?"

Huo Chengluo pinched her cheek and said, "You're naughty!"

Wen Yiyi blinked, "Why? Do you want me to call you Brother Chengluo?"

The last three words were pronounced with deliberate articulation, and the ending sound was noticeably prolonged, leaving a sour taste.

He smiled silently and said bluntly: "Call me brother!"

Wen Yiyou subconsciously refused, "I won't..."

Huo Chengluo interrupted her calmly, "You're the only one who calls me that!"

As soon as the man said this, Wen Yiyu pursed her lips, her drooping eyelashes trembled, and a palpitation began in her heart.

Tsk, this man really knows how to read her mind! How can he always guess her emotions and know what she wants?

Wen Yiyu's consistent principle is either to not have it, or to be the exception and the favored one.

If you want to be someone, you have to be unique.

In her opinion, people's sense of security does not come from love, but preference.

One can only feel at ease if he is sure that he is the exception.

And his actions always made her feel that she was the favored one.

After a few seconds of silence, her ears gradually turned red. She raised her eyes to him, pretending to be nonchalant, "Are you sure no one else shouted?"

"No!" Huo Chengluo responded affirmatively.

"not a single one?"

The man's low, laughing voice still revealed his usual rigor and seriousness, "Only you!"

Wen Yiyu looked at the honest expression on his face. Her cheeks blushed slightly. She bit her soft lips and said slowly, "Brother~"

Huo Chengluo was startled when the girl's soft and tender voice came out. The word "brother" made his heart tremble, like a soft feather brushing across the calm lake of his heart, causing ripples.

This long-lost name is so beautiful.

A hint of smile appeared in his deep eyes, emitting a tenderness that he himself was not even aware of.

However, the next second, before he could react, the girl flexibly turned sideways, passed by him and ran back to the room.

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As soon as the door closed, Wen Yiyu threw herself on the bed with her whole red face buried in the soft pillow.

Then he rolled over and over on the big bed, holding the pillow with his hands, and the upward curve at the corners of his mouth took a long time to go down.

What should she do? She didn't want to pretend anymore. She wanted to agree to him immediately. In this way, even if someone coveted him, she would openly and confidently drive away all the women who coveted him and swear to everyone that he was hers and no one could take him away.

Once this thought came to her mind, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't hold back. She suddenly sat up and wanted to rush out, but her intention was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.

When she took the phone and saw the caller ID of Rong Pei, her impulse was extinguished at once, and she answered the call with a guilty conscience.

Huo Chengluo must have informed Rong Pei long ago, and Rong Pei just gave Wen Yiyu some advice, telling her that since she was not going to resign, she should do her job well and not always trouble Huo Chengluo.

Wen Yiyu stuck out her tongue, not daring to talk about what had happened in the past few days, but just responded sweetly to her mother's words.

After finally coaxing Rong Pei to hang up the phone, Wen Yiyu remembered to contact Meng Chuyan again, so she hurriedly dialed Meng Chuyan's number.

Meng Chuyan's noisy voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Yibao, Yibao, you finally contacted me! Woo, are you okay? Is it that scumbag named Huo who trapped you?"

Wen Yiyou quickly comforted her, "Chu Chu, I'm fine, don't worry!"

"Then where are you? I'll pick you up!" Meng Chuyan said impatiently.

Wen Yiyou immediately hesitated, "I, I..."

"Just tell me, is it possible that the scumbag Huo has trapped you and won't let you leave?" Meng Chuyan walked in without waiting for Wen Yiyu's response, and kept saying, "Don't be afraid, send me the location, I..."

“Chu Chu…” Wen Yiyou said.

"Ok?"

Wen Yiyou gritted her teeth and said, "Don't come over here, I, I won't leave!"

Meng Chuyan was confused, "What? Yibao, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Yiyou responded in a low voice, "I've decided to take him down, I definitely can't leave now!"

Meng Chuyan was shocked, "Take him down?" She paused, and said with disgust, "You want that scumbag too?"

Wen Yiyou got a little crazy when he heard this, and couldn't help but punched the pillow, emphasizing, "He is not a scumbag!"

Meng Chuyan disagreed, "Hehehe..."

"He has no plans for an arranged marriage, no fiancée, and his love life has always been blank," Wen Yiyou explained.

After a pause, she said a little shyly and complacently, "He, he said he only likes me and is pursuing me now!"

When Meng Chuyan heard this, her tone became a little excited, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, I believe him!" Wen Yiyou said affirmatively.

Meng Chuyan couldn't help but exclaimed, "Do you really like him so much? You don't even wait and see?"

Wen Yiyou raised her chin and declared without hesitation, "Yes, I like him and I want him too."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Miss Wen is really domineering!" Meng Chuyan teased, "Either you don't talk about feelings, or you talk about a king. That's Huo Chengluo! Huo Chengluo, the heir to a multi-billionaire family, is the object of many women's desire."

Wen Yiyou raised his chin and said proudly: "That's right, I want the best."

The two sisters chatted about all sorts of things, praising each other, and then reluctantly hung up the phone after agreeing on a time and place to meet.

After the call ended, Wen Yiyu seemed extremely excited at the thought of agreeing to Huo Chengluo. With this excitement and sweet mood, she took a bath happily.

She walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, and when she looked up, she saw the man who had been sitting on the sofa for who knows how long. She paused suddenly, a little surprised and delighted.

"Ah, why are you here?"

Huo Chengluo stared at her half-wet hair and frowned slightly. He stood up and strode to her side, raising his hand to shake her wet hair, "Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

Wen Yiyou tilted her head and blinked at him, "I'm too lazy to blow!"

Huo Chengluo put his arm around her shoulders without saying a word, turned around and took her back to the bathroom.

Wen Yiyou was about to open her mouth to protest, but her voice was choked in her throat when she saw him pick up the hair dryer.

With a click, warm wind blew out with a rustling sound. She bit her lip lightly and looked up at the man in the mirror.

He lowered his head slightly, holding the hair dryer in one hand and gently sliding the other hand through her hair, blowing her hair with full concentration.