Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Jun Mosheng came and he looked at Tang Moer nervously, "Moer, are you okay?"

The flame in Tang Mo'er's eyes went out quickly, but she quickly raised her lips, "Uncle Jun, I'm fine."

"It's all right, let's go back soon."

...

Tang Moer returned to the VIP area, and a doctor gave her a pulse. "Miss Tang, your pulse is smooth, your baby is healthy, you should not be too nervous, and you must keep your mood relaxed during pregnancy."

The baby is fine.

Tang Mo'er stretched out his hand and touched his lower abdomen. A soft and touching face showed the mother's softness, and the baby was fine.

The doctor is gone.

Jun Mosheng stepped forward, "Mo Er, what happened just now, I heard Gu Mohan came back first, why didn't he bring you back?"

Tang Mor's hand was stiff, and he said a few seconds later, "Uncle Jun, I have nothing to do with Gu Mohan, he has no reason to bring me back."

"What?" Jun Mosheng raised his eyebrows. "Is it really Gu Mohan who left you alone? Is he crazy? You still have his baby in your stomach!"

"Uncle Jun, I'm a bit tired and want to rest."

Tang Mo'er didn't want to talk about this topic, Jun Mosheng didn't reluctantly, "Mo'er, then you take a good rest."

Jun Mosheng left.

Tang Moer lay on the soft big bed, and her combed Yujie trembled twice, but she couldn't sleep anymore.

Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, she opened the room and went out.

In the corridor, she saw two familiar figures, Gu Mohan and Jun Xiyan.

Jun Xiyan is also here. She is wearing a long skirt and standing slim next to the man.

Gu Mohan changed into a clean white shirt and black trousers, tall and tall, extraordinary.

He and Jun Xiyan stood together, talking about something, looking at harmony and so good.

Gu Mohan's eyes, Yu Guang, have seen the delicate shadow, and the corner of his cold lips draws out an indifferent arc. He suddenly stretched out his palm to hold Jun Xiyan's face. He slowly went to Jun Xi Yan kissed her red lips.

Jun Xiyan stagnates, and Gu Mohan would suddenly kiss her, she screamed softly, "Mo Han."

Tang Mo'er stood there watching Gu Mohan kiss Jun Xiyan. Her tiny white hand tightened her skirt and turned away after a few seconds.

she left.

Gu Mohan heard the footsteps, and he quickly released Jun Xiyan.

Jun Xiyan is unknown, "Mo Han, you ..."

Gu Mohan took out a square scarf from his trouser pocket and wiped himself vigorously with Jun Xiyan's big palm. After wiping, he threw the square scarf into the trash can.

Those deep narrow eyes fell on Jun Xiyan's foggy face, and he said indifferently, "I just borrowed you for a show, don't take it seriously, I'm not interested in you."

After that, Gu Mohan turned and left.

Jun Xi Yan is stiff, she looks at the man Ying Ting's decisive back ...

...

Gu Mohan returned to his room, standing tall beside the washstand, washing his hands twice.

He hates the feeling of touching a woman.

That Jun Xiyan is, so is Tang Moer.

When he was in his teens, he knew that his mother Huo Yanmei was out of marriage, and once drunk in a bar, Huo Yanmei slept with another man.

Of course, he knew from an early age that his dad was raising a woman outside. Once he went to the company and pushed open the door of Dad's office. There was a woman lying on the desk.

He ran to the bathroom and vomited for a long time, and the filthy picture was lingering.

His growth environment is like this. Mom and Dad play different games. He grew up in a cold and violent environment. In his view, love between men and women is just physical entanglement, the most primitive and ugly combination.

Probably for this reason, he has always been not enthusiastic about women, and he has been reported to have physical problems.

Actually, his body really had problems.

He has no physical reaction to women, he doesn't like women.

In his view, women like men's rights, status, money, and even skin bags, and men like women's young beauty and even their bodies. To put it plainly is to be naked.

The difference is that Mr. Gu remembered Tang Moer, remembering that when he was ten years old, little Tang Moer dragged his index finger, smiled sweetly at him, and gave him the only salvation.

That Mr. Gu identified Tang Moer, so the encounter in the dark he had a desire for Tang Moer.

Now he doesn't like Tang Mo'er very much, and he has no so-called desire for Tang Mo'er.

He didn't want any woman, but ... the child in Tang Mo'er's belly, he wanted it.

That was his son-in-law, the continuation of his life.

Gu Mohan walked to the counter and poured himself a little red wine into the goblet. The big palm wearing a precious watch shook the wine glass elegantly twice, and he drank the red wine.

At this moment, Tang Mo'er's big, slap-skinned face suddenly appeared in his head, and his head felt a pain.

Oops, Mr. Gu is coming out!

Why did he come out so fast?

Is it because today that he left Tang Moer alone and made Jun Xiyan act to make her sad?

Mr. Gu, you really can't bear that Tang Moer!

The next time I come out again, it won't be that simple.

Gu Mohan quickly closed his eyebrows, and when he opened his eyes again, Mr. Gu returned.

...

With a squeak, the room door opened.

Gu Mohan pulled out his long legs and went in. Tang Moer was asleep on the soft big bed.

He walked to the bed and looked at the woman on the bed with his handsome eyelids down. She was sleeping sideways, and her tiny white hands were still on her belly.

Gu Mohan stretched out her big palm and touched her lower abdomen. In the past few days, her lower abdomen has protruded a little and is about to be pregnant.

He leaned down, came to the woman's fair forehead, and gently kissed him.

Mo Er, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry, he knew that Gu Mohan would hurt her if he ran out.

At this moment Tang Mo'er moved and two drops of crystalline tears dripped from the corner of her eyes.

These are tears of sadness and tears of grievance.

Gu Mohan rolled all her tears into her mouth, and her tears were bitter.

He stretched out his big palm and held her little boneless hand in his palm. Under the dim light, he looked at her sleeping soundly, guarding her quietly, and her and his baby ...

...

Lu Yan was returned to the room, Anxi stopped the blood, and stitched more than a dozen stitches to his abdominal wound.

However, his condition is not optimistic, the wound infection is not good, the drug addiction has not been quit, and he still has a high fever. In short, he is scarred.

An An stood by the door and looked at the man lying on the wooden board. He was in a coma with his eyes closed. His handsome face was very white. The brush-like eyelashes covered his dark blue eyelids. His handsome features Looking cold and hard.