Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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In a luxury car.

Lu Yeming looked down at a document at hand, when he felt the people around him moved.

Looking at his eyes, Tang Meier lowered his head, and his clear eyes looked at the corners of his lips brightly.

"Ye Ming, what's wrong with you here?"

Lu Yeming just looked at her little face and didn't listen to her seriously, "What?"

Tang Mo'er stretched out his white fingers, reached in front of his handsome face, and pointed at the injury on the corner of his lips. "Here."

Alas, my brother's lips seem to have been bitten.

Lu Yeming stretched out the big palm of his bones, grasped the white finger in front of his eyes, and dragged it into his palm, "It's all right."

"But I think it's very storytelling." Tang Mo'er blinked Yujie, and whispered, "Did Qingqing ... um ... bite?"

Although Tang Moer was an elder sister, she was a little embarrassed to ask her brother about such intimate matters.

If only my mother was here.

"Well." Lu Ye gave a faint response, her palm moved slightly, and she held her whole little hand.

Her hands were cold, and he rubbed her slightly to warm her.

But the next second, Tang Moer pulled back her little hand. She covered her lips with her little hand and sneered, and said solemnly, "Ye Ming, you ca n’t bully a girl casually. You will be responsible if you bully. Qing Qing is a good girl. My mother liked Qingqing very much before I was alive, and I also like it very much. "

Without that little hand, Lu Yeming didn't change his expression. He held the file. "I like people you and my mother like."

"Really? Then you and Qingqing ..." Tang Mo'er wanted to pursue while winning.

"Sister." Lu Yeming glanced at Tang Moer.

"..."

Tang Moer quickly shut up. She knew that her brother didn't want to talk, and her brother never told her emotional things.

"Know, don't say, don't say, what are you so fierce?" Tang Moer nodded his red lips, rolled his small face, and looked out the window.

Lu Yeming raised his eyebrows, "Sister, I didn't murder you."

Tang Mo'er twisted his face again. "Then you laugh."

The Vatican in front glanced through the rearview mirror, and saw the man in the back seat quietly silent for two seconds, then slowly raised his thin lips.

He really smiled.

Brahman's gaze flashed, and he quickly retracted his gaze, afraid to look back.

When she saw her brother smile, Tang Moer smiled immediately. Her staring eyes were strewn with broken stars, "Ye Ming, you smile best, and you will laugh often in the future."

Lu Yeming's handsome eyebrows overflowed with unprecedented softness.

...

Westbound Palace.

Tang Mo'er returned to the room. She quickly ran into the shower room and opened her small hand. Her white hands held a large amount of hair.

She started losing hair.

Touch a lot.

She knew in the car just now, but she didn't say it, she didn't want to worry about Ye Ming.

She thought that after she left, Ye Ming could laugh like this.

White eyes were red, and her two small hands clasped the washstand until the knuckles turned white.

Standing upright, she picked up the phone in a hurry, pressed her white fingers on the keyboard, and she turned out the familiar phone numbers.

Mr. Gu ...

She shook her little hand and dialed the phone number.

But soon she hung up.

The phone was not dialed, she could not dial, she could not tell him.

But now she wanted to hear his voice.

It's been a long time since she's seen her.

She misses them so much.

Her heart seemed to be hollowed out. She always thought that she could face life and death calmly, but not.

She has a lot of reluctance.

She didn't want to die yet.

She really wants to live.

Accompany Mr. Gu to grow old slowly, watching the calf grow up.

Before the tears were about to drop, Tang Mo'er quickly raised her eyes, she began to take a deep breath, and told herself over and over again, Mo'er, that's okay, you can be stronger, don't be afraid.

After stabilizing her mood, Tang Moer went out of the room door. She didn't want to sleep ...

...

Lu Yeming went upstairs, when he saw Tang Mor's room door was open.

It's eleven o'clock late at night.

He turned around and walked into the open room. "Sister."

no respond.

The bright leather shoes made a steady sound on the handmade carpet, and he entered the bathroom.

He saw her falling hair.

Deep Fengmu's eyes were slightly stagnant. He slowly looked at the mobile phone next to the washstand. The mobile phone was still on, showing a phone call that was not made.

Lu Yeming's gaze stopped on this "Mr. Gu" for two seconds. There was no change in mood. He turned and left the room.

Going downstairs, he pushed open the back door of the westbound palace. On the lawn, he saw a delicate figure.

Tang Moer was there.

She was sitting on a swing of Fujiki alone, and she wore a white coat outside her pink dress. She was swinging here alone at night.

Lu Yeming walked over and covered the black cloak on Tang Moer's fragrant shoulder. His long fingers turned gracefully and tied her with a front lace.

Tang Moer looked back, his voice soft and waxy, "Ye Ming, why haven't you slept yet?"

Lu Yeming came to her and sat on the swing beside her.

He had a book in his hand, "Not asleep, reading."

"A really good boy." Tang Moer smiled softly.

Lu Yeming elegantly stacked up two long legs. His long body leaned into the swing. At eleven o'clock in the evening, the bright moonlight and the dim light were plated obliquely, and his exquisite face lined him with magnificence.

Taking off the black cape, he wore a black turtleneck and shiny leather shoes on the lawn, and the swing swayed.

Tang Mo'er raised his head and looked at the moonlight, and suddenly said, "Ye Ming, when do you say it will snow?"

It's late autumn and the weather is cold, but it's still early to snow.

She felt invisible.

Lu Yeming looked at Tang Mo'er's face, "Do you want to see snow?"

"Well." Tang Moer nodded.

Lu Yeming retracted his gaze and gave a slight glance backward, Vatican Gate has been keeping in the corridor.

In response to this glance, Vatican nodded his head, walked aside, and dialed a phone, "Hey, Lord West has orders, and the city is snowing tonight."

Two minutes later, Tang Moer felt a snowflake falling on her face.

She stagnated, then slowly raised her head, the snowflakes falling down piece by piece above the sky.

Her clear pupil shrank, and she couldn't believe it, and she quickly reached out her little hand.

A snowflake fell on her palm.

"My God, Ye Ming, it's snowing!" Tang Mo'er looked happily at his younger brother.

At this moment Vatican stepped forward and handed a black umbrella.

Lu Yeming's long fingers took the umbrella handle himself, and slowly covered it above Tang Mo'er.