Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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When Gu Mohan opened his eyes, he noticed something was wrong.

This feeling couldn't be more familiar, because he woke up the same way yesterday morning.

Sit up quickly, he stretched out his palm and opened the quilt. The sheets were not stained yesterday, but the sheets and quilts were all covered today.

Raising his hand and pinching his brows, his handsome face was full of shame and decadence.

Dreaming of her again.

The two nights of Spring Dream were the ones she bit him three years ago, making him uncontrollable.

Gu Mohan got up and got out of bed, advanced into the shower room and took a cold shower.

He didn't know what to do with this bed sheet or quilt. There was a ghost in the house, Gu Siyu, which made his daughter see how awkward.

He went out to find Tang Moer.

As soon as he opened the door of the room, he heard Xiao Gu's cheerful laughter, "Mum, come on, what a big cantaloupe."

Gu Mohan moved his mind and looked up. There was a large orchard behind the house, which was filled with all kinds of vegetables and fruits.

He saw the beautiful shadow at a glance.

Tang Mo'er and Xiao Gu Si'an also wore pajamas and pyjamas, white silk material, pink fleece slippers underneath, large and small women's clothing, and jasper-like people.

It was a little cold in the early spring morning. Tang Moer covered a goose-yellow knitted twist shawl, and her long black hair was neatly spread out, all the way to her back waist, a vegetable basket hung in one of her arms. In the pavilion, scissors are being cut to ripen grapes.

Gu Mohan's eyes fell on her, and he could never move away.

In the past three years, there was no woman around him. It seems that he has forgotten the affairs of men and women. He needs to take sleeping pills every night to fall asleep, and he won't stop dreaming like two nights.

He thought he was as calm as a monk.

But now looking at Tang Mo'er, he was very excited.

The atrium in the chest issued a violent heartbeat of "plopping fluttering", she was fascinated by the moment.

For three years, he has reached middle age, and she seems to be the tender girl who just met him.

From his angle, you can see half of her side face. Chen Xi dripped through the gaps of green leaves and plated on her side face. Her delicate skin was flawless, and the arcs were delicate and soft, and transparent. His mother's softness and warmth just stared at his eyes.

He glanced down at her figure. The white silk pajamas were loose, but she looked more and more delicate.

I have had a daughter in these three years, and she is full of femininity.

Gu Mohan loves Tang Moer, not only loves her heart, everything about her, but naturally also loves her good skin.

He is also a man.

He looked at her, usually a man's look at a woman.

Tang Mo'er cut a bunch of grapes and walked to Xiao Gu's side. The mother and daughter happily picked a cantaloupe. There were some little virgin fruits, peaches, and walnuts in the side dish. They were very rich.

"Sisi, let's go back to the house, Mommy will make breakfast for you."

"Okay, Mummy is the most beautiful, and Sisi loves Mummy the most." Gu Gu, who was very happy, followed behind Mummy, and did not forget to confess her mum every day.

The mother and daughter returned to the room and saw Gu Mohan standing by the door at a glance.

Compared with women's various dresses, men's clothes look very monotonous. Gu Mohan today wore a black shirt and black trousers, tall and tall, deep and expensive.

Shirts and trousers have always been necessary in men's cabinets, but this elite type of clothes is very picky.

A man who needs a hanger can wear it beautifully, and a man's hanger is naturally a superposition of power, wealth, looks, and style.

Gu Mohan, 38, wore a shirt and trousers with a classic taste.

Very charming.

He copied his trouser pockets with his hands and saw Tang Mo'er come, his eyes glanced at her dimly.

Tang Mo'er didn't have any expression and ignored him, but carried Xiaocai Lan into the kitchen.

Gu Mohan looked at her playful figure. At this moment, Xiao Gu Siyu ran over, blocking him in front of him, "Excuseme."

Gu Mohan retracted his gaze and looked at his daughter.

Little Gu Siyi's voice was childish, but she was very clear and said word by word, "Mr. Gu, since you don't plan to marry my mummy, don't make my mummy idea, in the future, my mummy will be guarded by me!"

"..."

Gu Mohan has slowly got used to this little ghost spirit.

...

Tang Mo'er quickly prepared breakfast, hand-milled soy milk, poached eggs, fruit meals picked in the orchard, and a bowl of hot and sour powder. Because Xiao Gu Siyu could not eat spicy food, Tang Mo'er made her chicken soup powder .

Gu Mohan increasingly feels that in the past three years her culinary skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and that her dishes are particularly delicious.

It is said that a woman who wants to retain a man must first retain his stomach.

Gu Mohan felt that she had succeeded.

At the end of breakfast, he came to the East Chamber, the palm of his hand reached the doorknob, and he gently pushed the door open.

A deep narrow eye glanced into it quickly.

Tang Moer was standing by the bed, changing clothes.

She had her back to him, and she had a dark brown corduroy trousers under her, and she was wearing a white linen shirt.

Li Dao's life is very simple and idyllic. Tang Mor's clothes are all retro and casual.

Gu Mohan looked at her. She was in a linen sweater, exposing him the whole delicate back.

He only felt that her skin was white and dazzling, the S-shaped sunken waistline, and his eyes were furious.

Tang Mo'er was dressed, and the white linen shirt was tied into the corduroy pants, and the trousers were closed. She tied her long hair with a twist braid in front of her shoulders, and then turned.

This time, she was startled because she saw Gu Mohan.

He didn't know when he was there, and those narrow eyes were staring at her deeply and dimly.

Tang Mor's face blushed, "Mr. Gu, how are you polite, wouldn't you knock on the door first?"

Gu Mohan felt that the coals in his throat were like rolling coals, and said dumbly, "You come to my room."

...

West Chamber.

Tang Mo'er went in, "Mr. Gu, what's wrong?"

Gu Mohan stood tall beside his bed with long legs and unnatural face. "Help me wash the sheets and quilt."

What do you mean?

Tang Mo'er came to his side, opened the quilt and saw her soft little face burst into red instantly.

He ... unexpectedly!

Tang Moer quickly removed the sheets and was taken out of the room by the hood. "Take out the silk inside to bask in the sun and open the window for ventilation."

Gu Mohan obediently did so, and then went to her.

Tang Mo'er was in the bathroom. She soaked the sheets and quilt in a bucket, poured the laundry liquid, then reached for the dirty place, and started scrubbing with soap.

Her little face was hot.