Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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He would not admit this soft waxy voice, Tang Moer!

He thought she was gone and didn't want him.

It turned out that she didn't leave.

She did not leave him.

She didn't want him.

The heavy haze on Lu Yeming's face had all dissipated, and a soft arc was drawn from the corners of his cold lips, and he wanted to speak.

At this time, he heard the words behind him, "Ye Ming, my sister will always love you!"

An impulse pushed back from behind, Tang Moer pushed Lu Yeming in front.

With a bang, the car crashed into it.

Lu Yeming's ears buzzed. He looked back, the car had hit Tang Moer, the body car rubbed on the guardrail and splashed all the way, the guardrail cracked, and the car and Tang Moer fell into the sea at the same time.

The cold wind struck, leaving a pink skirt.

"It's a car accident!"

"Hurry up to 110!"

"It's sinking, it's gone!" ...

Many people were talking in a mess on the street, and Lu Yeming couldn't hear what they were talking about.

His ears were full of that soft voice,

--- Ye Ming.

--- Sister loves you forever.

What he wanted to call, just now he wanted to call, but the "sister" stabbed in his throat, as if stabbed, unable to pull out.

pain.

The overwhelming pain spread throughout his body, leaving him torn apart.

He lifted his feet forward, his throat was sweet, and a line of blood ran down the corner of his mouth.

Following his footsteps, the blood "dipping" flowed all the way.

It's okay, sister, don't be afraid.

There I am.

Here comes Ye Ming.

Lu Yeming ran to the river and jumped down.

"master!"

Fanmen rushed over and raised his hand directly to Lu Yeming's neck.

Lu Yeming closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

...

Gu Mohan returned to the Imperial City and got on a Rolls-Royce luxury car. Yan Dong respectfully asked, "President, are you going to pick up the young master?"

"Well." Gu Mohan nodded.

Yan Dong stepped on the accelerator and the luxury car galloped away.

In the car, Gu Mohan leaned Ying Ying's back lazily in the back seat and closed his eyes.

He fell asleep and had a dream.

He dreamed of Tang Mo'er. Tang Mo'er fluttered into his arms in a pink dress, wrapped around him, and called him, "Husband."

He gently rubbed her hair. "What's wrong?"

"I miss my husband ... I can't bear to see my husband, so I have to take a look at her." She looked at him with a frown, looking forward to her, and attracting soul.

Gu Mohan hooked her lips and wanted to hold her in her arms.

But in his arms, Tang Moer disappeared.

Gu Mohan opened his eyes suddenly, he was sweating coldly.

"President, what's wrong?" Yan Dong in the front driver's seat asked with concern.

Gu Mohan narrowed her eyebrows and was completely awake, but still lingering her delicate voice --- she couldn't bear her husband, so she wanted to take a look.

The ringing sound in my heart was so dry that I had never felt so distressed and panicked for so many years. Gu Mohan took out his mobile phone and dialed out the familiar phone numbers.

Soon, the end was picked up.

"Hey, Mo Er ..."

"Sorry, the call you dialed is off." A cold, mechanical voice came from the other end.

Gu Mohan slowly lifted the word "Chuan" from his beautiful sword eyebrows.

At this time, Yan Dong's cell phone rang, and he connected the phone.

The next second, a sharp brake sounded, and the Rolls-Royce stopped suddenly.

Yan Dong turned sideways and looked at Gu Mohan in the back seat, "Chief ... President ..."

Gu Mohan lifted his eyes from the mobile phone, and fell on Yan Dong's face lightly. Looking at Yan Dong's suddenly changed eyes, he fell down with a heart.

"What happened to Mo Er?" He asked quietly.

Yan Dong nodded dullly, "President, Mrs. She ..."

...

--- Ye Ming.

--- Ye Ming.

Lu Yeming heard someone familiar with his soft voice.

He twitched his thin lips and wanted to speak, but his throat was hoarse, as if he was being muffled, and he could not make a word.

Moer!

He opened his eyes slowly.

In his eyes was a crystal chandelier above his head. He had been in a coma for three days in his room.

"Master, would you like to drink water?" Vatican handed the tea cup.

Lu Yeming sat up, his deep phoenix eyes were cool without the slightest temperature, he reached out his hand, and the tea cup fell on the carpet.

Vatican's appearance changed, and he knelt down quickly. "Master, I am wrong. Please punish me."

He knocked the master out.

Lu Ye glanced coldly at Fanmen, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.

But my heart hurt, and my throat was sweet.

He raised his hands and wiped them, his hands covered with blood.

"Master, the doctor said that your heart and veins were damaged and you vomited your heart blood. Please take good care of yourself and recuperate."

Heart blood?

Lu Yeming looked at the back of his hand that was red, and closed his eyes gently.

"Master, you have been in a coma for three days. The sea-hunting work has not stopped. The car was found. The driver died inside, but ... but the young lady was not found."

"This sea is going up, it is very likely that the young lady was washed down by the water of the Jichuan ..."

Before the Sanskrit words were finished, Lu Yeming suddenly stood up. He was wearing a thin black V-neck sweater with a handsome face, and he could hardly breathe because of his colic, and he wanted to leave.

But the next second, Lu Yeming stopped.

There was another person in the room, Gu Mohan.

Gu Mohan has been sitting on the sofa, where the light is dim, and he has a half-face on the side. He doesn't know how long he has been sitting, silent, and suffocating depression.

Lu Yeming's footsteps can no longer be halfway.

At this time Gu Mohan got up and came over to him.

Gu Mohan casually rolled up the sleeves of the black shirt, and a strong fist hit directly on Lu Yeming's pale handsome face.

Lu Yeming did not fight back, did not hide, and was directly hit by the fist on the carpet.

"Mr. Gu!" Brahman yelled.

Gu Mohan lowered his waist, and pulled the collar of Landing Yeming with a big palm and wanted to punch him.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a dusty figure ran in. Jun Xiqing gently held Gu Mohan's hand. "General Gu, don't hit, you are the two most loved by Mo Er."

Gu Mohan's eyes were scarlet, and Lu Yeming couldn't be better. The bottom of his eyes was red bloodshot with pain.

"Lu Yeming, I won't hit you, your sister will take care of her life, and I will hit you when she hits you."

"Your sister has sprinkled blood on the road to your imperial power. Don't live up to her expectations of you, with the surname of Murong, let's come to the world."

After that, Gu Mohan forcibly dropped Lu Yeming, and he turned around and strode away.

...

Gu Mohan left, and soon disappeared into the night outside.

Fan Men backed out, leaving Jun Xiqing and Lu Yeming in the room.

Jun Xiqing stretched out her little hand and handed it to him, "Get up."

The fine bangs covered Lu Yeming's red phoenix eyes. He pushed her hands away and stood up.