Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Tang Moer continued to sleep, although she had no sleepiness.

Two tiny white hands rested on her flat belly, her eyes suddenly became red, and she really missed the baby.

There was a "click", the door of her room opened again, and someone came in.

Tang Mo'er opened his eyes quickly, "Gu Mohan, you are endless, you ... ah!"

Not Gu Mohan, but two men in black.

The man in black put a black hood over her little head, and carried her away.

...

Was she kidnapped?

Tang Moer felt that she had been carried for a long time, then she was put down, and the hood on her little head was taken off.

All of a sudden she didn't adjust to the light, and quickly blocked it with her tiny white hand. Looking at it, she reached the second floor of the cruise ship.

The second level of the cruise ship is for men's pastimes. Here you can play cards and drink, and you can also find women. There are a lot of tender-model or flower-dancers in the entertainment industry, which are quite extravagant.

There are too many dark sides in the wealthy life, such as Gu Mohan and Fu Qinglun, who are real nobles, and are not infected with these vices.

"Wow, isn't that Tang Mei? Tang Mei is so beautiful!"

"Tang Meiren, why are you here in a suspender dress? Are you lonely, lonely, miss a man?" ...

Several giant playboys have begun to coax.

Tang Mo'er looked up. There were many men here, everyone was smoking and drinking, and they were hugging the beautiful women in cool and **** clothes.

Now all men's eyes are focused on her. She has recognized several directors and bosses in the entertainment industry. These men want to sleep with her, and they have implicitly and implicitly requested the rules.

They were now smoking cigarettes, and that sloppy-zoom's gaze rested on her, wishing to rip her out.

Tang Moer's soft little face was a little pale, why was she brought to such a place, and who brought her here?

"General Manager Gu, wouldn't Tang Meiren come to find you? You don't go back to the room late at night to accompany her, but instead come here to have fun, Tang Meiren comes to arrest you, haha."

Mr. Gu?

Gu Mohan?

Tang Mo'er glanced down and saw a familiar figure.

Gu Mohan was sitting on a wine-red sofa. Here, Ying Ting's back leaned lazily against the back of the sofa. The two long legs were superimposed elegantly, and one of his slender fingers in his right hand was risking one. Cigarette.

He was smoking, and the smoky smoke obscured his handsome face, and if his deep narrow eyes looked like nothing on her, it was unpredictable.

There were still two beauties sitting next to him. Two young molds that Tang Moer knew, one was pure, the other was hot. There were a lot of playboys who wanted to make them, but they haven't introduced them yet.

Now these two tender-models are sitting next to Gu Mohan, watching him obsessively and admiringly, presumably anxious to sit on the man's strong thighs.

Gu Mohan's charm has always been so, attracting women's eyes like a magnet.

Why is he here?

Didn't he go to Jun Xiyan?

He took a faint puff of cigarette, then played a bit of ash in the ashtray, and indifferent words came out from his thin lips. "She just kicked me out of the room, so I have nothing to do with her."

"..."

Tang Mor's heart sank. She was taken to this place inexplicably, as if a lamb had fallen into a group of wolves. These men couldn't wait to rip her up and tore up. How could he not be so smart as a man come out?

He said he had nothing to do with her, he just pushed her.

"Ha, ha ha, President Gu, why did Tang Mei drive you out of the room? Isn't it that you can't satisfy Tang Mei?"

"Tang Meiren, this is your fault. You see, you will drive President Gu out, and President Gu will come out for a pastime. Men like President Gu, most of them are women throwing at him. If I were you, I would Every night, I will try my best to serve President Gu. "

"Xiaomei, hurry up and feed Gu a grape." ...

Xiaomei is that pure and tender little mold. She quickly reached out her hand and picked a grape in the fruit plate, and fed it to Gu Mohan's thin lips. "General Gu, take a bite."

Gu Mohan glanced at Xiaomei, and he picked a good-looking sword eyebrow, and a mature man's style wafted in his narrow brows.

The man was very serious, but Xiaomei quickly blushed.

"Xiaomei, President Gu is distressed about your two little hands, so don't peel them off, maybe your little hand will have other uses later."

"Tang Meiren, are you jealous?" ...

Tang Moer felt a chill, and she glanced at Gu Mohan. He hugged from left to right, squinting and smoking, and fell into a decadent man's decadence.

But he is inherently handsome and extraordinary, and his power status superimposes his noble identity. Even if he lingers in such a place, he will not look as insignificant and trivial as those executives, but rather very sexual.

Her charming little face was cold. "I don't have time to play with you here. I'll go first."

She turned to leave.

But two black bodyguards blocked her and forbid her to leave.

"What do you mean?" Tang Moer asked coldly.

"Tang Meiren, since you are here, let's play together. The main character here is President Gu. If you have to leave, you must also ask President Gu to agree or disagree?"

Tang Mo'er turned his delicate body, and those bright eyes looked at the man on the theme, "Gu Zong, don't you agree with me?"

Gu Mohan narrowed his eyes and smoked a cigarette. He casually glanced at Tang Moer. She wore a suspender nightdress and a thin shoulder strap hanging on her shiny little fragrance shoulder. The muscles dazzled everyone's eyes, and the black hair fell down, revealing her soft and touching face, and she was beautiful.

He rolled his throat knot up and down, feeling that the onenightstand in his body was a little stronger.

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you." He said indifferently.

"..."

Everyone here can hear her, is he deaf?

Tang Mo'er stretched out his tiny white hand and pinched a strand of hair on his cheek behind his ear. "Gu Gu, play me?"

"Come here and say to me." He spit out smoke slowly in her direction.

He did it on purpose.

And he made it obvious.

It's arrogant.

Tang Mo'er took a deep breath, pulled his thin legs and walked over, "General Manager, can you let me go?"

Gu Mohan let go of the two superimposed legs. There was no coffee table in front of him. Tang Moer stood in front of him with a sling.

Your uncle!

Tang Mo'er was rude, she squinted at him, looked down, and glanced at his trousers.