Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Tang Mo'er stopped and pulled back his little hand.

Lu Yeming looked back and looked at the direction in which Mo Han disappeared, then set his eyes on her face, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Tang Mo'er shook his head, "It's all right, I want to go to the bathroom."

She turned and left.

...

Luxury box.

Gu Mohan handed a card to Feng Lingxue, "It has been arranged for you, and surgery can be performed tomorrow."

Feng Lingxue received the card and put it in her bag. "Thank you, Mr. Gu."

"Don't have sex-life before surgery," said Gu Mohan and took out a cigarette. "I seemed to see Xuanying just now."

Xuan Ying also came to the ecstasy bar.

Feng Lingxue looked cold and white, she didn't speak.

The box was so quiet. The two men had their own minds. Gu Mohan lit the lighter, and he nodded slightly to light the cigarette in his fingertips.

My head is full of that soft face you saw in the corridor just now ...

He frowned.

At this time, "ding", he came text messages.

I took out my phone and opened it. It was from Lu Yeming. It was a simple word—she went to you.

Gu Mohan was slightly stagnant, withdrew his mobile phone, lit the cigarette, and the green smoke quickly blurred his beauty.

He got up. "I'll go out."

"Okay." Feng Lingxue said lightly.

...

Tang Mo'er stood in the corridor and looked at the closed box door in front of him, Gu Mohan in it.

She raised her little hand and wanted to knock on the door.

But soon, her movements stopped and her little hand froze in the air.

Then her hand fell down.

Today is her birthday.

As the heir of Gu and Lu, Gu Yelin was sent to a closed high IQ training base by Gu Mohan when he was 5 years old to conduct orthodox education for the wealthy heirs. Can't help Gu Yelin a few times.

On this day, Xiao Gu Yelin was not with her.

She would love to spend time with him.

She missed him very much.

However, they have divorced.

Tang Mo'er lowered his head and turned.

She was about to leave. At this moment, a squeak, the door of the luxurious box opened, a light transmitted through it, and a tall, tall body.

Tang Moer froze, then turned slowly.

Gu Mohan stood tall by the door with his long legs tall, and the bright lights were plated from behind, giving him a layer of gold.

With one hand in his trousers pocket, he had a cigarette in his long slender fingers.

Looking at each other, Tang Moer was a little embarrassed. She didn't expect him to come out. "Gu Gu, it's been a long time."

She greeted dryly.

Gu Mohan took a sip of cigarette, and then slowly spit it out. He said, "Well."

He spit the smoke on her little face. Although she avoided her mouth and nose, the strong smell of tobacco made her soft little face blush.

Is he intentional?

Tang Moer bit his red lips with fine white teeth. "Then I'll go first."

Gu Mohan looked at her, and her bite of her lower lip lost her gorgeous color. His eyes darkened, and she nodded, "Well."

Tang Moer turned and left.

she left.

My heart was sad, like an empty piece, Tang Moer's white eyes slowly turned red, and suddenly thought that she had a 26th birthday this year.

He is nine years older than her and 35.

The people around are already happy, Yan Ye and An An, Fu Shao and Shi Shi, but they are still in a trance.

Tang Mo'er remembered that she was 21 years old, she was bright and charming, and arrogant and arrogant, and that year she met him from the Imperial City.

Time is fleeting and fleeting.

She stood in front of the elevator and started waiting for it.

At this moment, she suddenly saw a person on the bright mirror of the elevator, and the tall and tall body followed her.

Gu Mohan followed her all the way.

When she left, he followed her.

It's just that she kept her head down all the way, not knowing what she was thinking.

He stopped behind her, the cigarette at his fingertips had burned out, and he put the cigarette **** in the trash can.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened and the two went in one after the other.

...

There were only two people in the elevator, Tang Moer stood in front, Gu Mohan stood behind.

He looked at her figure in his trousers pocket with both hands. Today she wore a naked pink skirt with a naked pink see-through veil outside, a white strap inside, and a playful and **** little woman.

The wavy curly hair was randomly placed on the shoulder of Ying Run, a pair of white shoes on her feet, and the whole person was a combination of purity and femininity.

Over the years, time has slowly precipitated her bravery, making her more moving.

Tang Moer knew he was watching her.

She looked at him in the mirror, and he looked at her.

The two did not say a word, but the empty heart quickly filled and warmed.

...

Out of the elevator, Tang Moer stood in the street and took a taxi.

The taxi stopped, and she reached out to pull the back door, but a large, palm-shaped palm came over, and she pulled the back door first.

She sat in, and as soon as the seat beside her sank, he sat in.

The driver in front asked, "Sir, miss, where are you going?"

She didn't speak.

His low magnetic voice sounded in his ears, "just go around."

"Good."

The taxi started, and the cool breeze at night blew in, blowing Tang Mor's long hair.

She glanced and looked at the bright city neon lights outside the window. For so many years, he had traveled in limited edition luxury cars. The two of them really took the taxi for the first time.

Gu Mohan felt that Jun's cheek was slightly itchy, and the cool wind moved her hair, and her strands of hair were entangled in his face, and the scent of her hair could be smelled faintly in the nose.

"Sit tight."

At this moment, the driver in front reminded him, hit the steering wheel, and the taxi turned quickly.

Tang Moer didn't sit still, because of inertia reaction, she fell to the man next to her.

At this moment a strong arm came over and hugged her lumbar limb, which naturally pulled her into her arms.

She lifted her bright eyes and looked at him. His big palm held her soft cheeks, and she kissed over her.

In the mouth, in the senses, there was an instant taste on him.

Yan Hong's lips were held tightly by him, and he slowly and firmly pried open her teeth, dancing with her.

She felt it.

Feeling his miss.

Tang Mo'er stretched out his two small hands and hugged his exquisite waist. The combed Yujie gently closed, and she closed her eyes, letting two drops of tears slip from the corner of her eyes.

For many years after that, she still clearly remembers this night, her 26th birthday, in the taxi, she nestled in his warm and broad arms, and kissed him wantonlyly.