Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Tang Moer sobbed softly, her eyes were red, her nose was red, she was calling ... Mr. Gu ...

What she missed and wanted to rely on was Mr. Gu's shoulder.

She was carrying Mr. Gu's child in her belly.

Lu Yeming looked at the small slap face in front of her, then raised her hand, and gently touched her face.

Wiping the tears on her face with his fingertips, he whispered, like coaxing a little girl who hasn't grown up, "Then I'll give you a cell phone, will you call him?"

Tang Mo'er sobbed, his white teeth bit his lip, cried and laughed, and then shook his head, "I can't, I can't bear to ... let Mr. Gu follow me ... and it hurts, I'll be alone ..."

"Okay," Lu Yeming held her tearful face, "Then I'll hurt with you."

He held her in his arms again.

Tang Mo'er reached out and grabbed the clothes on his body until the folds were pulled out, and she choked with pain, letting out all the despair and helplessness ...

...

After crying for a while, Tang Moer cried and swollen her eyes, tired and weary, and she wanted to sleep.

After all, it is the body of pregnant women, especially drowsiness.

Lu Yeming handed over a bowl of warm traditional Chinese medicine. "Sister, the medicine is still to be drunk. Drink it while it is hot."

"Oh." Tang Moer didn't dare to be willful, she took the small bowl, held her breath and drank a small bowl of Chinese medicine.

so bitter.

As soon as she drank, she wanted to spit it out.

At this point a large palm with a clear joint stretched out, "Here you are."

Tang Moer looked down, and Lu Yeming's palm had one more ... lime.

The lime is full and clear, with tears hanging on it. The sweet taste in the sour makes people want to drool at the first sight.

"Lime?" Tang Moer's eyes brightened.

Lu Yeming hooked his lips. "I remember that you love to eat the most. Now that you are pregnant, you should be more sour."

"Ye Ming, thank you."

Tang Moer took the lime and took a bite directly. The full sour and sweet juice spread into her mouth, squeezing her nausea.

"Are you better?"

"Yep."

Tang Mo'er lay down on the swing bed. Since the city was snowing that night, Lu Yeming's designer remodeled and renovated her room, adding an extra swing bed.

Above the big swing bed is a lace dome, and the hazy veil hangs down all around. With a slight movement, the swing bed will sway, the princess's love and the girl's romance.

"Ye Ming, do you remember when I was a child at my grandma's house, every morning when I open the window, the lime tree that grows in front of my window?"

Lu Yeming sat on a rattan chair beside the swing bed, his two long legs stretched forward, and his delicate ankles were folded together, in a deliberate and elegant posture.

"Of course I remember that the lime tree grows so well. Every year it bears fruit, so the children in the village like to climb the tree to steal. They also like to bully me and call me dumb."

Tang Mo'er lay on a white pillow, soft black hair, white face, she drew red lips, "One day I came back and saw those wild children bully you. I picked up a wooden stick and rushed over. They had a meal. "

"Yeah, they ran back home in tears, those parents were kind of looking for grandma theory, grandma punished us for thinking, but closed the door and burned our sweet and sour pork ribs. From then on, those children no longer Don't dare bully me, they all say I have a sister-in-law. "

Tang Mo'er frowned and smiled. She was bullied at the Qin family since she was a child. She knew how to protect herself. If someone hit her, she would have to return it.

This is her brother. Those wild children bullied the brother. She lifted up her sleeves and said nothing.

Thinking of the past, Tang Moer's bright eyes filled with spring water, bright and bright.

Time was really happy then.

Carefree.

Lu Yeming stretched out the silk quilt and covered it for her, revealing her little head. "But I remember when you were a kid, you climbed up the tree to pick the lime, and then dropped it. The lime rolled to the ground. You Give me a pocket and let me chase after you. "

"And it's hot in summer. You take a rest in bed in the morning. Let me fan you to catch mosquitoes."

"At that time you should treat me as a free follower."

Tang Mo'er did not admit, "Ye Ming, then you have too little conscience. You only remember your elder sister calling you. Why don't you remember that you had a high fever, your sister lay on your bed and cried, and refused to go wherever you are. I usually eat one piece of meat less and give you that piece of meat. Seeing that you are so tall and so handsome now, they have absorbed the nutrition that your sister gave you. "

Lu Yeming's deep phoenix was overflowing with softness like never before, and the handsome brows were all wavy. He looked at Tang Moer and smiled.

Tang Moer closed his eyes with red lips and closed his eyes gently. "Ye Ming, my sister is sleeping."

"Well Goodnight."

Soon, Tang Moer fell asleep.

Lu Yeming looked down at her soft and waxy face. All the memories returned to the midsummer summer of 1999. The summer was extremely hot. The lime trees outside the window were in full bloom. The radio in the room What was being said, the aroma of grandma's most famous braised pork was floating in the kitchen.

I do n’t know which neighbor ’s child started crying again. The tree on the tree kept crying. Tang Moer, seven or eight years old, was taken to his grandma ’s house, broke into his life, and grew up with him.

Lu Yeming slowly lowered his long body, leaned a little closer to Tang Moer's forehead, and then stuck it gently.

He dropped a kiss on her fair forehead.

Very light and light kiss, afraid of waking her up in her sleep.

He couldn't remember how many times she supported her chin at that time and looked at him stubbornly. "Brother, brother, you have to learn to speak, my name is Tang Moer, come, learn from me, Tang, Mo, Mo, Moer! "

She taught him how to speak, and taught him to read his name, Mo Er, over and over again.

Jun Xiqing stood outside the door. She looked at Lu Yeming and lowered her eyes and kissed Sister Mo's forehead. She didn't leave for a long time.

She turned to her side and pressed her delicate back against the wall. She thought that everyone had a time in her heart.

Hidden there is a soft, lifelong love that no one else can match.

Jun Xiqing remembered riding on the lawn with Uncle Jun when he was young. Uncle Jun pointed his great whip at the country of Z with a whip, and said to her, "Qing Qing, who says women are inferior to men?

Jun Xiqing slowly evoked red lips, it was a period of her time in the city, her original belief.

In the past, she always felt far away from Lu Yeming, an unpredictable man, and couldn't see him through a layer of fog.

Now she cleared away the layers of fog, but suddenly found that his heart was actually extremely soft.