Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Lin Shizhen looked at Fu Qinglun and tickled her beautiful red lips. "Fu Shao, have you ever slept with Lu Qier? I'm not interested. I just wonder why Fu Shao's aesthetic taste has been so low. Lu Qi The child broke through his own membrane, struggling to seduce your good brother Gu, who finally went to bed with only a fool and was pregnant with a child. Can such a woman Fu Shao also eat? "

"In the past three years, she did not know how many hidden rules she accepted. For the sake of husband and wife, I reminded Fu Shao to check his body regularly to avoid any AIDS!"

"Of course, in the end, I still have to congratulate Fu Shao. It took N years for Fu Shao to finally go through the road from a 10,000-year-old spare tire to become a master. I will applaud you. Inspirational! "

The voice fell, silent.

"..."

Lu Qi'er's face was red and white for a while, shame and embarrassment, this Lin Shizhen almost stripped off a layer of skin from her body.

puff.

Gu Mohan couldn't help laughing, what he said, don't offend women, especially offend this pair of Nanmo Beibei.

This is really not a mess for Nanmo Beibei. You can give you a knife if you move your mouth.

No wonder Fu Qinglun is uncertain about Lin Shizhen. This Lin Shizhen is too difficult.

At this moment Gu Mohan felt a sharp cold light sweep on his handsome face, raised his eyes, Fu Qinglun was staring at him.

That means --- laugh again!

Gu Mohan took the wine glass and took a sip of grace.

After clearing up Gu Mohan, Fu Qinglun raised his handsome eyelid and looked at Lin Shimao, his face was already gloomy and dripping water.

Lin Shizhen ignored the man's gaze, "Mo Er, let's go."

Tang Mo'er felt that a bit of anger was out of her heart, and she would like to praise Shi Yan manually, "Okay, Shi Yun, let's go."

Two women turned.

At this time, a big palm with clear bones came over and clasped Tang Moer's slender haw wrist, "Moer, don't go."

Tang Mo'er turned back, Gu Mohan's handsome and magnificent face magnified in her sight.

Gu Mohan held her.

The last time she went to the high-end club to have fun, he strengthened her in the bathroom, and later took her home tortured for one night. She really couldn't get out of bed the next day.

He was satisfied and out of breath, but Tang Mo'er ignored him since then.

After so many days of cold treatment, her anger should also dissipate.

Tang Moer glanced down at the man clasping her big palm, "Gu Zong, we are not familiar, let go."

Gu Mohan kept on, and the corners of his **** lips evoked an arc of evil charm. "I only slept with you a few days ago, are we still unfamiliar?"

Tang Mo'er drew his red lips, "Gu Zong deserves to be a good brother with Shao Fu. The word **** is shared."

"..."

Fu Qinglun: It's my business!

Gu Mohan narrowed his thin lips and glanced at Fu Qinglun, "He's him, I'm him, we don't play together, you hate him, don't get angry at me."

"..."

Fu Qinglun: Gu Mohan, you are really prosperous!

Tang Mo'er pulled back his hawk, and smiled brightly, "No, Mr. Gu will continue to play with Fu Shao, and Shi Ye and I will play with those little handsome young guys."

After hearing this, Gu Mohan frowned his sword. "What do you mean?"

"Meaning, Mr. Gu, you are also a senior now, while going, I have no time to play with you."

After talking about Tang Mo'er, he pulled Lin Shizhen away.

Looking at the pretty back of the woman, Gu Mohan's handsome and noble complexion was too dark to watch.

Have a fight with Fu Qinglun.

Now Fu Qinglun felt relieved and laughed at him.

"Qing Lun, don't listen to the poems, I haven't accepted any hidden rules, I'm innocent ..."

Fu Qinglun withdrew his strong arm. He looked at Lu Qier and tickled his lips meaningfully. "Relax Qier, who you are, I know best."

His words were very profound. On the surface, it seemed to comfort her, but when he listened carefully, it seemed to be ironic.

Lu Qier embarrassed and politely "hehe" twice.

...

Tang Mo'er and Lin Shi'ao returned to their seats, and Lin Shi'ao asked, "Mo'er, why didn't An'an come?"

"I'll call and ask."

Tang Moer took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

Champagne House 1.

In the room, a string of melodious mobile phone bells rang, and a little white tender hand leaned over to pick up the mobile phone, the key was connected, "Hey."

"An'an, when are you coming, we are still waiting for you to dance." Tang Mor's soft waxy voice passed over.

An An hadn't spoken yet. At this moment, the knock on the door rang. Su Ying said outside the door, "Miss, there is a gentleman out there, saying he wants to see you."

An An quickly turned her head and looked at the door. "Sister Moer, I'll go later and hang up first."

She hung up the phone, then pulled her thin legs and walked forward, opening the door of the room. "What did he say?"

Su Shi shook his head. "Miss, the gentleman said you know who he is."

Know who he is.

There was a sneer flashing in An An's snowy eyes, "Let him wait and say I don't want to see him now."

"Yes."

Su Shi retreated, and An An returned to the room. She came to the balcony and looked down at Yujie, a butterfly-like cicada.

Downstairs, a tall and sturdy body stands in the cloister of the retro palace lamp. He wears a black peaked cap, a gray shirt and black trousers, and the dim light is plated on him, which cannot soften his stubbornness. chill.

He came on the wind and frost to save his students.

At this moment, the door of the villa opened, and Su Shi said something to him. The man stepped back and raised his head slowly.

She was upstairs, and he was downstairs, eyes facing each other, and their eyes met.

She saw him and saw him clearly.

The man copied his trouser pockets with both hands, and those brown eyes swept towards her, sharp, cold, and complex emotions flashing.

I haven't seen it in three years, he hasn't changed much, except that the forty-year-old man's facial features are more ruthless and deeper. For example, he has no shave, he has a shave, but it reveals an indescribable expression. Manly.

An An felt that three years of time had precipitated everything about him, and he became silent and vicissitudes day by day.

This man has a story at first glance.

Men with stories often fascinate women.

An An retracted her gaze and turned directly into the room. She took out a suit and put it on, ready to go to CC Bar to dance.

She changed to a beige sequined long dress, which was also a sling style. A thin shoulder strap was hung on the incense shoulder of her ice muscle, and the back was empty, exposing her perfect back line.