The beloved one of the rich brother

Meng Chuyan hugged the pillow tightly in her hands, curled up on the large and soft sofa like a puppet with its soul taken away. Her eyes were a little empty, her complexion was dark and pale, and she looked lifeless.

Wen Yiyou frowned, carefully looking at his friend's dazed look, and a trace of worry surged in his heart.

She walked quickly to Meng Chuyan and sat down, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you agree to enjoy the luxurious service of the presidential suite?"

"But you look very bad now, and you're running here wearing a man's shirt..."

Wen Yiyou choked up when he was halfway through his words. He suddenly widened his eyes and took a breath, as if he realized something important.

She looked her up and down and asked anxiously, "Wait, where did you get those men's clothes?"

Before Wen Yiyou could finish her words, Meng Chuyan raised her head and interrupted in a strangely calm tone, "I slept with that bastard."

Wen Yiyou opened his mouth in astonishment and muttered in disbelief: "Which dog man?"

The voice was full of doubt and confusion.

As soon as these words came out, Meng Chuyan seemed to have been stimulated by something, and suddenly let out a sharp and piercing scream: "Ahhhh!"

Then, she threw the pillow in her arms aside like a madman, and began to beat it wildly with her fists, as if to vent her anger and dissatisfaction.

She kept muttering: "Gu Beiyuan, Gu Beiyuan, that bastard Gu Beiyuan!"

Hearing the name "Gu Beiyuan", Wen Yiyou blurted out subconsciously: "Did you see him?"

There was a hint of surprise and concern in his eyes.

Meng Chuyan gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Yes, that bastard is living a carefree life now. He even lives in the presidential suite."

Thinking back, not only did she take him home and take care of him when he was injured, and also provided him with a place to stay when he was penniless, she also begged her father to find him a job, and she even shamelessly became his girlfriend.

Well, then he ran away without a word, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

Now he is so cool and stylish, wearing a suit and tie, going in and out of luxurious places like a gentleman, looking so free and easy.

I don’t know if it was because I was too excited, but a part of my body was suddenly pulled, and Meng Chuyan couldn’t help but let out a quick gasp.

Then, she became unsteady on her feet, staggered back a few steps, and finally fell heavily on the sofa.

Wen Yiyou hurriedly asked: "Chu Chu, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Chuyan frowned, "It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?" Wen Yiyu asked nervously.

Meng Chuyan grabbed her arm, panting, and said weakly: "No, no more, help me go in and take a bath."

Seeing this, Wen Yiyou was too scared to ask more questions and carefully helped her into the bathroom.

When seeing Meng Chuyan's body covered with ambiguous traces, Wen Yiyu couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, his face full of astonishment.

At this moment, even the dumbest person could understand what she meant by "pain".

Wen Yiyou bit her fingertips and muttered softly, "Did you...did you guys go a little too far last night?"

Behind the ears, neck, collarbone, chest, lower abdomen, and even more terrifyingly, it was even on the inner thighs. It was no wonder that she was shocked; it really refreshed her cognition.

Meng Chuyan stepped slowly into the bathtub with heavy steps. When the warm water gradually flooded over her exhausted body, she finally felt a trace of life returning.

"Hmph, of course, I was ruthless to him last night." Meng Chuyan said gritting her teeth, with anger flashing in her eyes.

Her voice echoed in the empty bathroom, carrying an unspeakable resentment.

Wen Yiyou squatted quietly beside the bathtub, holding his chin with one hand, staring at the water thoughtfully.

The other hand casually stirred the warm water, forming circles of tiny ripples.

Her tone was calm: "But you seem to be injured too, right?"

This sentence was like a sharp sword, piercing through Meng Chuyan's pretended tough shell and revealing the pain in her heart in an instant.

Yes, it was not only her body that was hurt, her heart was also broken and bruised all over.

She stared at Wen Yiyou and opened her mouth to refute but couldn't find the right words.

After a moment's silence, Meng Chuyan sighed helplessly, and her eyes became dim.

Soon, her eyes moved slightly, and her originally dull look suddenly became bright, as if a raging fire of fighting spirit was burning.

She clapped her hands hard, making a crisp "pop" sound and water splashed everywhere.

"I've decided. From today on, I'm going to fight him to the death."

Wen Yiyu, who was sitting next to the bathtub, had not expected this to happen at all and was caught off guard and had water splashed all over her face.

She raised her hand to wipe the water stains off her face and asked unhappily, "How are you going to fight him to the end?"

Meng Chuyan smiled coldly, with undisguised sarcasm in her eyes: "I slept with him last night and left him 250 yuan, just as a payment for him."

After a pause, she emphasized, "That bastard is only worth this much!"

"While he was sleeping, I not only ran away, but also threw all the clothes and blankets in his suite into the trash can."

When I woke up, I found myself naked, with nothing to lose. I just let this damned man be naked.

"In the end, I didn't even bother to close the door and just walked away in a swagger."

Having said that, a smug look of relief appeared on Meng Chuyan's face.

"Is this what you call fighting to the death?" Wen Yiyu questioned unhappily.

This is clearly a case of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting oneself by eight hundred. Even though she said she slept with him, she didn't look any better.

"Of course not only that!" Meng Chuyan immediately argued, "This is just an appetizer! The real fun is yet to come!"

"Do you have any other tricks?" Wen Yiyu asked curiously.

Meng Chuyan analyzed disapprovingly: "Looking at his current behavior, it's obvious that he must be kept by some rich woman."

Otherwise, how could a poor man like him enter and leave those luxurious suites that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars a night?

After Wen Yiyou heard her words, a strange, complicated, and hesitant expression immediately appeared on his face.

Although Gu Beiyuan did live a life of relying on others and having to fawn on other people before, the aura and temperament he exuded were definitely not like that of an ordinary person!

Plus, when I met him at the Global Club that time, he was dealing with Huo Chengluo, so his identity must be extraordinary.

Meng Chuyan was immersed in her own conjecture, and continued to talk to herself: "Humph, I am determined to completely shatter his dream of living a gigolo life!"