Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Come on Gu Mohan.

Don't get rainy.

He will catch a cold.

Don't hurt her body, she will feel bad.

Tang Mo'er Yu Jie trembled, and the crystal tears slipped down and wet her small face.

At this time, a click, the door of the room opened, and Lu Yeming came in.

He came to Tang Moer's side, slowly raised the big palm of his bones, and wiped the tears on Tang Moer's face.

"Sister, cry when you want to cry."

Tang Moer couldn't bear the sadness in her heart, she pressed her head to Lu Yeming's chest, and whispered softly.

Lu Yeming touched her soft long hair, "Sister, AR has no antidote, you can tell him."

Tang Mo'er shook his head. "Don't tell him, give him ... a little hope."

Lu Yeming pursed his thin lips and did not speak again.

I don't know how long, the guard's voice came downstairs, "What's wrong with you, gentleman?"

Gu Mohan's tall and tall body collapsed and fainted in the rain.

...

In the room, doctors and nurses in white coats went in and out, and Secretary Yan Dong anxiously stood beside the bed.

Gu Mohan was lying on the soft big bed, his eyes were closed, he had a high fever.

The president rarely gets sick. He can't get sick once a year, but this time he fainted in the rain. He had a fever of 42 degrees.

This is really sick.

At this moment Gu Mohan on the bed moved. He didn't wake up, but twitched his dry thin lips, talking.

"President, what are you talking about?" Yan Dong listened low-waisted.

"Mo Er ... Mo Er ..."

Yan Dong was shocked, and the president was reading his wife's name.

But his wife didn't come.

Yan Dong quickly went out and took out her cell phone to make a call.

There was a ringtone on the other side of the phone and it was quickly picked up, "Hey."

Yan Dong had an illusion, as if his wife had been standing by the phone.

"Ma'am, the president is ill. He has a fever of 42 degrees. With respiratory infections, he has not yet woke up."

Tang Moer on the other side immediately tightened his cell phone, and the teardrops of crystals smashed down drop by drop.

The heart is like a knife cut.

Her heartache is dying.

Her Mr. Gu, Gao Yingting, his thick shoulders, and graceful calmness, can shield any woman from the wind and rain.

He never fell down.

Now he fell down.

"Mrs. The president has been calling your name when he was unconscious. Come and see the president."

To see him?

Go, or not?

Tang Mo'er pulled her knuckles to white, then hung up the phone, and she got out the door.

She is going to see him.

Wind and rain, unimpeded.

...

Gu Mohan felt pain, his body was hurting, his throat was dry, and he had to drink water when he was dry.

He opened his eyes slowly.

Deep narrow eyes were sickly weak and pale, he looked at the crystal chandelier above his head, and only slowly reacted after a few seconds, he was in his room.

"President, are you awake?" Yan Dong's surprise came at this time.

Gu Mohan sat up, with a thick layer of sweat beads on his forehead. His lips were pale and dry enough to see every line of the lips. The deep lines were weak and unexplainable.

"President, I pour you water."

Yan Dong quickly went to get a glass of water and handed it to Gu Mohan.

Gu Mohan closed his eyes for a moment, he felt dizzy, and the whole man was groggy and unconscious.

He hasn't had a high fever, and every breath is hot.

With a big palm, he went to take the drinking glass in Yan Dong's hand.

At this moment, the maid's surprise came from the door, "Miss Tang, are you here?"

Gu Mohan's big palm to pick up the water cup suddenly froze. As soon as the eardrum moved, he heard a soft and sweet voice, responded gently, "Well."

She is coming.

Here comes Mor.

Gu Mohan quickly lifted the quilt, and his two feet fell on the handmade carpet. Even before he could wear shoes, he ran out.

"President ..."

Yan Dong chased out quickly. For so many years, he first saw the president so panic-stricken.

...

In the living room, Tang Moer came late at night. She couldn't let it go after all, she couldn't bear it, still had to see him unconscious.

She wanted to go upstairs, when a steady but slightly messy footsteps came, she raised her eyes and saw a tall, tall body on the stairs.

Gu Mohan.

Gu Mohan came down.

Tang Mo'er Yingliang's pupils shrank, and he was awake?

Her longing eyes fell deeply on his handsome face. He drew thin dry lips, his handsome outline was tightly white, and air-conditioned.

Soon he went downstairs and came to her.

Deep narrow eyes fell on her small face, Gu Mohan stared at her fiercely, he did not dare to blink, for fear of blinking, she would disappear.

He slowly raised his hand and touched her little face.

Tang Mo'er put his nails in his palms and opened his small face sideways without touching him.

When he awoke, she was relieved.

Then she should go.

"Your secretary just called me and said you were unconscious. Now, you woke up early. It turned out that you were lying to me. It's mean!"

Tang Moer left a word coldly and turned away.

But only one step was taken, a large palm came over, clasped her slender wrist, and pulled it hard, her slender body directly rammed into a wide, hard chest.

Gu Mohan hugged her from behind, Jun face buried in her pink neck, took a deep breath of the aroma on her.

His voice was hoarse because of a high fever, "Don't go ... I miss you so much, Mo Er ... stay with me ..."

He murmured in her ear, faintly begging.

He begged her.

Tang Moer's eyes were red, and tears were about to fall. She quickly looked up and suppressed the tears in her eyes.

"Isn't it cold?" He wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, grasping her soft, boneless hands.

Her hands were cold and without a trace of temperature.

"I'll get a hot cup of milk for you. You stand here, don't move."

He exclaimed, then let go of her and ran into the kitchen.

Tang Mo'er looked at his Ying Ting's back, his eyes glanced down and fell on his feet.

He has no shoes and has been barefoot.

Xiu Qiong's little nose became red, and it took her much effort to keep herself from crying.

Soon, Gu Mohan came out of the kitchen with a glass of hot milk in his hand.

He handed the hot milk over, "Mo, here you are."

Tang Moer took a little red nose, then raised his little hand, and knocked the cup in his hand directly to the ground.

The milk spilled, spilled on his feet, and wet his trousers.

Gu Mohan's hand froze in the air, his eyes fell on her little face.

Is he angry?

Tang Mo'er thought to herself that it was best to be angry, and to ignore her and not treat her anymore.

At this moment Gu Mohan raised his hand and came to her tender little face, and squeezed it gently. He lifted his thin lips, his husky voice showed a slight smile and coddled, and scolded her. . "

These four words made her eyes wet instantly, and she raised her hand and hit him with a slap.

She turned and left.

The moment she turned, her tears fell.

Sorry, Mr. Gu ...

Then came a muffled sound from behind, and the scream of the maid, "Sir!"

Tang Moer looked back, and Gu Mohan passed out on the carpet.

He passed out again.

...

In the room, Gu Mohan was lying on the soft big bed, and Tang Moer sat beside him.

She raised her little hand and touched his forehead. It was very hot. This idiot, who had not had a fever, ran downstairs to find her.

Fainted in front of her twice a day.

Tang Moer squeezed a wet towel on his forehead to help him physically cool.

Her soft fingertips were swimming on his handsome features, her slender eyebrows, tall nose bridges, and cold lips. His face value was really good.

A tear in her eyes fell on his dry thin lips.

She quickly reached out and helped him wipe.

The unconscious Gu Mohan felt that his body was burning, and his mouth was bitter and thirsty. He wanted to drink water and drink sweet water.

At this moment something soft touched his lips and he quickly extended his palm.

Tang Mo'er's back was caught by him, he pressed down, and her red lips quickly pressed against his thin lips.

Tang Moer stagnates.

Gu Mohan covered that soft lip, and soon he pried open her teeth, pushed his tongue in, and drew her sweetness.

Her honey belly was sweet and watery, just to relieve his discomfort.

He kissed her deeply.

Tang Mo'er didn't expect to be kissed by him, and in his sight was Jun Yan, who was near Chi Chi, her heart softened suddenly.

Pu Fan's feathers trembled, two small hands grabbed his shirt on the chest, and she began to kiss him back.

Her initiative deepened the kiss, and Gu Mohan stretched out his hand and pulled her directly onto the big bed, in his arms.

Turning over, he squeezed her delicate body and kept kissing her.

Slowly, his kiss began to fall, kissing her pink neck ...

Tang Moer quickly became awake, and he was still having a high fever. How could he do such a thing?

"Gu Mohan, let go of me!"

"Mo Er ..." he murmured hoarsely.

Tang Moer was so soft that he couldn't refuse him. How long have the two been intimate, one month, three months?

"No, Gu Mohan." She whispered refusingly, and her soft voice listened to it with some desire.

"Mo Er, we have a daughter."

He held her soft, boneless hand, and five long fingers shuttled into her soft crevices, interlocking with his ten fingers.

Have a daughter.

She knew that he wanted a daughter.

Actually, she wants it too.

Shi An, An Andu's children are twinned.

However, she can't conceive now, and she doesn't know how long she can live.

"No, you still have a fever, Gu Mohan, I will be angry if you do this ... oh!"

Gu Mohan blocked her soft red lips again, and then reached out to loosen her belt.

Is he dreaming now?

It must be a dream, this time he really wanted to have a daughter with her.

...

after an hour.

Gu Mohan went to sleep deeply. He was sweating, and small drops of water flowed through his strong and **** texture, and his fever went down.