Chapter 1 Only Sleep with Two Kinds of People

Zhou Zhou got off the plane and went directly to Chen Yiyang's suburban villa.

Chen Yiyang opened the door for her.

"Where did this beauty come from?" He held the door with one hand and whistled nonchalantly, "The trick of throwing yourself into my arms late at night is outdated, baby. It's not easy to get into my brother's door."

Before he could even flirt with her, a coat hit him in the face.

A faint voice fell: "Go away."

Chen Yiyang laughed and pulled off his clothes: "Little ancestor, you've been in California for four years, and your temper has improved."

He opened the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of new slippers and placed them at Zhou Zhou's feet.

"No way?" Zhou Zhou changed his shoes and said slowly, "But you, the front door is not easy to enter, so you changed to the back door?"

"No, I'm a man with my ass between my legs."

He pulled her in and closed the door to block out the cold wind outside. He said with a double meaning, "Look, brother personally welcomed you in."

Zhou Zhou ignored him.

Chen Yiyang skipped the party tonight, saying that he was there to welcome Zhou Zhou and introduce her to new friends.

There were both men and women in the hall, sitting in groups of three or four, drinking or playing cards.

After four years, Chen Yiyang's friends had changed again. Zhou Zhou recognized a few of them, but the others looked unfamiliar.

When a boy saw Zhou Zhou, his eyes flashed.

The surprise faded away quietly, and he quickly moved his arm from her shoulder to hers. He calmly asked, "Yizai, this is your sister."

"What girl?" Before Chen Yiyang could answer, someone who knew Zhou Zhou sneered, "A toad trying to eat swan meat. That's Chen Yiyang's unrequited love!"

Chen Yiyang kicked him and said, "Song Yue, get out of here, you fucking toad."

He pulled Zhou Zhou and found a place to sit.

The villa is well heated and carpeted, making it very comfortable to sit on.

"I was wondering why Yizai keeps changing girls one after another, yet he still has no appetite every day. It turns out that there is this kind of person around him - even if it were him, he would be thinking about him every day." The boy who spoke earlier said meaningfully.

His eyes wandered over Zhou Zhou's face, quite presumptuously.

Chen Yiyang loves to play, and his friends are all playboys who speak without restraint.

Occasional affectation is the spice of the bed, and no one wants a woman who pretends to be innocent and young. Everything should be neither too much nor too little, which is the unspoken rule in their circle.

Zhou Zhou leaned on Chen Yiyang's shoulder and said with a relaxed smile, "It's not too late to think about it now."

Someone sighed: "Mr. Pei is so fast?"

When a woman says this, it usually means that they are eye-catching, and the meaning is self-evident.

Pei Shuchen didn't expect that he could get what he wanted with just a few words, and he rubbed his hands with a smile on his face.

Zhou Zhou smiled without saying anything, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Chen Yiyang finally introduced Zhou Zhou, "Zhou Zhou, Yue Da's daughter, just returned from the United States today."

Pei Shuchen, who was smiling just now, suddenly became stiff in expression.

Yueda’s daughter?

Yueda Group started out as an electrical appliance manufacturer in Lincheng and is now one of the leading companies in Beijing, with annual revenue exceeding one trillion yuan.

Since she is Yueda’s daughter, it’s not a matter of being attracted to each other.

A simple woman they can think about, but not someone they can actively play with.

Song Yue, eager to watch the fun, added fuel to the fire: "It's already been said that Chen Yiyang couldn't get the love he wanted. He even called Zhou Zhou "little ancestor." What's the big deal about you experiencing a Waterloo?"

Pei Shuchen smiled awkwardly, took an empty glass, poured some wine into it, and handed it to Zhou Zhou: "Little ancestor, it was just a joke."

Zhou Zhou took the wine glass from his hand and drank it all in one gulp with a smile: "Everything a good-looking person says sounds good, and it's not bad if they say more."

Her straightforwardness easily gave Pei Shuchen a way out.

Chen Yiyang can introduce her friends. His private life is one thing, and his character is not a mess.

It's normal for adults to be tempted by sex and make jokes.

Besides, private life is about emotions, which require mutual consent. Zhou Zhou is not a good person either.

There were more than a dozen people in the room, and Chen Yiyang was too lazy to introduce them one by one. Even if he did, Zhou Zhou wouldn't be able to remember them all immediately.

After a few drinks, you will get to know everyone you need to know.

Zhou Zhou drank a few glasses of wine, then dozed off against Chen Yiyang in a lack of interest.

Chen Yiyang, cigarette in hand, looked at the cards and asked her, "What's wrong? Are you not in the mood?"

"I'm so tired," Zhou Zhou said. "Carl knew I was back home, so he kept me busy until three in the morning. I flew for over ten hours to get here, so I'm not in the mood to look at any other man right now."

"Break up?"

"We haven't even talked about it, how can we call it a breakup?"

Chen Yiyang threw the cards away and said, "Zhou Zhou, you should have a normal relationship."

"Love? Who to talk to? You?"

Zhou Zhou changed his position, leaning back against him, almost pressing his entire body against him. He said in a calm tone, "Before you bring the girl across the street back to your room, will you confess your feelings to her?"

Chen Yiyang chuckled softly, and half of the cigarette ash shook off.

Of course not.

He himself is playing around in the world, so how can he persuade Zhou Zhou to have a relationship?

Chen Yiyang specially organized a welcoming banquet, with Zhou Zhou as the protagonist. Song Yue and Pei Shuchen kindly invited her to play games with them.

Zhou Zhou glanced at it, an adult version of Monopoly.

Tired of playing games.

"Where's Cheng Yu?" Song Yue called out to everyone, looking around and muttering, "Where has he been hiding? I haven't seen him for a while."

Pei Shuchen smiled in a secretive manner: "What do you say he did?"

Song Yue understood what was going on and started laughing too.

Seeing that he was still waving people, Zhou Zhou thought it would take a while, so he stood up and said, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Winter in Beijing is exceptionally cold, with temperatures outside dropping below 10 degrees Celsius in the early morning. She had deliberately dressed in extra layers before returning, including an autumn sweater beneath her light sweater.

The villa is as warm as summer, and you won’t feel cold even if you wear shorts and shorts.

After sitting for half an hour, I felt a little stuffy.

Song Yue didn't even raise his head: "Go ahead."

Zhou Zhou had been to Chen Yiyang's villa many times and was very familiar with it.

The room at the end of the second floor was the exclusive room that Uncle Chen generously allocated to Chen Yiyang when he gave this villa to her.

She stood at the door and just turned the doorknob when there was a sudden click behind her.

Someone opened the door.

Zhou Zhou subconsciously turned around to look and saw a disheveled woman stumbling out, followed by the sound of slippers.

There was no light in the room opposite. All I could hear was the man's slow pace. Then a lazy voice came with a hint of impatience: "Don't you have a room?"

The woman buttoned her shirt and said in a soft voice, "Ayu, I can't sleep."

"What does not being able to sleep have to do with me?" The man walked to the door, lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him with a lazy smile, "Can you help me fall asleep by looking at me? How come I didn't know I was so useful?"

He glanced casually and saw Zhou Zhou opposite him.

Zhou Zhou was caught off guard, and before he could look away, his gaze collided with his. A normal person would be embarrassed to meet him in such a situation, but Zhou Zhou, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, not rushing to open the door, looking like he was enjoying the show.

The corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, and laughter overflowed from his chest.

The woman didn't notice the eye contact between the two of them and continued speaking: "Ayu, we are all adults. It's so boring to be alone. Wouldn't it be nice for me to keep you company?"

“Not very good.”

The woman asked stubbornly, "Why?"

The woman's persistence had obviously exhausted the man's thin patience. The smile in his eyes gradually faded. "I only sleep with two kinds of people. The former are interested in my money, and the latter are interested in my status. You are obviously not my type."