The beloved one of the rich brother

This little girl looks innocent and naive, but her thoughts are lively, cheerful and changeable. Her emotions come and go quickly. She never hides her feelings and is either enthusiastic or furious.

That night, she was flirting with him, passionately accepting him, and boldly asserting her sovereignty. Sometimes she was shy and flirtatious, sometimes she was passionate and clingy, and sometimes she was coquettish and annoying. Now she was even more passionate and dared to tease him with her words and actions.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had underestimated her. After all, this little girl had been quirky since she was a child, and her "bad intentions" were endless when she was naughty.

She giggled again when she heard that, and suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered suggestively, "Brother, do you want to?"

Huo Chengluo's face turned stern, and his tone was serious and earnest, "Nonsense, where did you learn this from?"

"I'm just curious! Is that true?" Her voice sounded coquettish and full of obvious curiosity and excitement, "Just satisfy my curiosity, brother!"

In the past, she had only heard knowledge about this from her best friends. Since she had never had a partner, she had not spent much time researching it. But now that she has a partner, the studious and curious genes in her have been instantly awakened.

Chuchu said that loving someone can easily lead to physical impulses. The knowledge she had learned from Chuchu before was now useful. She felt that she was so strong now! She couldn't help but want to try it!

Feeling the girl's inexplicable expectation and excitement, he couldn't help but rub his brows, "Don't be curious, what is coming will come, and there will be a day for you to experience it."

When Wen Yiyou heard this, she immediately made an invitation with great interest, "How about..."

Before she finished speaking, Huo Chengluo seemed to see through her thoughts and interrupted her with a sentence without any context, "Water does not compete for the lead, but for the continuous flow!"

Wen Yiyou was stunned, "Ah? What does this mean?"

Water does not compete for the lead, but for its endless flow. Not competing for the lead does not mean not striving for progress, but respecting the rules, not destroying the balance, not losing the big picture for the small, and not losing oneself.

Just like running water, it flows slowly, accumulating small amounts into large ones. It does not compete for the lead, but accumulates its strength little by little, and eventually converges into the sea.

Huo Chengluo has always adhered to the attitude of taking things slow and steady, waiting for the burst of success. He never rushes for quick results, but seeks to achieve long-term results.

For Huo Chengluo, this is true in life, work, business, and even in relationships.

Huo Chengluo turned over and lay aside, holding her in his arms again, his voice gentle, repeating the same words as before, "Yi Yi, don't worry, let's take it step by step."

A deep, magnetic voice sounded in the darkness, and the heartbeats of the two people hugging each other seemed to merge into one. His arms were warm, and his voice was filled with endless tenderness and patience.

He was so gentle that she felt like she was the one he held at the top of his heart, pampered, loved and cared for.

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In the garage

Huo Chengluo, with a tall figure, was standing in front of his car and making a phone call. He held the phone to his ear with one hand and it was unknown what he was saying to the other end.

Shu Yingxue was about to push open the car door and go forward to say hello, but was stopped by the scene in front of her.

I saw a pretty figure quickly rushing out from the elevator and hugging the man's waist from behind.

Huo Chengluo seemed to have foreseen it. When the girl pounced on him, he put down the phone, turned around, stretched out his arms and took the girl into his arms.

However, surprisingly, he was holding a large bunch of gorgeous blue roses in his arms.

Wen Yiyou hooked her hands around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and moved forward passionately to kiss him. Huo Chengluo held her slender waist and responded deeply.

After a while, Huo Chengluo withdrew a little. He seemed to be in a good mood and joked with a faint smile, "Baby, are you so enthusiastic so early in the morning?"

Wen Yiyou wrinkled her nose, snorted, and complained: "You said that I would not see you when I woke up."

Huo Chengluo laughed and coaxed, "Don't be angry, I won't abandon you." Then he put the bouquet in her arms.

Wen Yiyou held the bouquet with both hands. She felt sweet in her heart, but she said insincerely, "Another flower?"

"Don't you like flowers the most, baby?"

Wen Yiyou said coquettishly, speaking sweet words without hesitation, "Nonsense, I obviously like you the most!"

Huo Chengluo leaned down slightly and pecked the corner of her mouth, "This little mouth is so sweet!"

"Don't you know whether it's sweet or not?" Wen Yiyu pursed her lips and asked with a smile.

Huo Chengluo seemed to enjoy and be accustomed to the girl's frankness. He rubbed her head with a low laugh, then opened the car door and motioned for her to get in.

Wen Yiyu got into the car holding a bouquet of flowers, and Huo Chengluo sat in next to her.

Wen Yiyou in the car was in a playful mood and counted the number of bouquets, "Why is it 12 today?"

Without waiting for his response, she glanced at him with an expression that seemed to see through him, "Are you planning to send me flowers every day in increasing quantities?"

She kept talking to herself, and couldn't help curling her lips, pretending to complain, "Aren't you being too unoriginal?"

As soon as the voice fell, Wen Yiyou seemed to have thought of something, and her tone suddenly became excited, "Or is there any saying about today's 12 branches?"

After all, the number of 11 yesterday also implies a beautiful flower language. In addition to representing her name, he also expressed his love to her through those 11 blue enchantresses. 11 represents single-mindedness and only her in his heart.

Huo Chengluo curled his lips, "Of course!"

Wen Yiyou became interested as soon as he heard this. "Then tell me, what is the meaning of these 12 blue roses?"

Huo Chengluo lowered his eyes and stared at her but smiled without saying a word.

Wen Yiyou put the flower aside, leaned on his chest, pouted, and said in a soft voice, "Brother, Brother Chengluo, please tell me, what does it mean?"

She had become a spoiled child in front of him. As expected, people who are loved will act spoiled unconsciously.

Huo Chengluo put his arms around her, leaned forward slightly to her ear, and his breath passed over her thin red earlobe, "One by one, the 12 blue roses represent - you are my rose lover."

"I want to tease you, seduce you, pamper you, and indulge you! I want you to be my blue elf, raise your lips with pride to the whole world, and soar in the sky of love."

A deep and pleasant voice poured into her ears word by word, and the warm breath brushed past her ears, causing her to shudder. However, the beautiful and romantic language of flowers made her eyes brighten.

Wen Yiyu half-raised her face, her delicate cheeks tinged with a charming blush, staring at his gentle and smiling face, her beautiful eyes shining like stars.

The man who had confirmed his feelings did not hesitate to say sweet words to her. He was completely different from the calm and taciturn person he was when they first met. This huge contrast made her heart itch, and she was instantly overwhelmed with love.

She blushed and got into his arms, "Brother, you are so good!"

The man offered her flowers to her and said such sweet words, and she fell in love with him.

Huo Chengluo rubbed her tenderly with the tip of his tall nose, with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Don't you always say that your brother is boring?"

Wen Yiyou raised her face and kissed his thin lips, "Not boring, not boring, brother is the funniest!"