Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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When Gu Mohan grew up in an imperfect family, all his childhood depression and shadows became a second personality like Gu Xiaoer.

Gu Xiaoer could not hesitate to smash the electric stun stick in his hand to Father Gu and Huo Yanmei, but Gu Mohan could not.

Gu Mohan is mature and expensive, influenced by higher education, and has a heavy sense of family mission and responsibility. He cannot really hurt his loved ones.

Three years ago he confined his parents to the Imperial City in order to protect her. He broke away from Gu's penniless and did everything he could.

But after all, he is not a saint. He did not think that Father Gu would send someone to hit her. He could not resist that Gu Xiaoer replaced his personality. He even did not expect that he disappeared. What Father and Huo Yanmei wanted was only what he created Business empire.

Gu Mohan has been making himself stronger and better in his whole life. He wants to protect his sister An An. He wants his mother who has derailed in marriage to have a place to live in Gu's family.

He is a good son, a good brother, and a good grandson.

However, there are two ways in this world. The efforts made can not be answered. It is a joke in the end. It is a pity that he is a son and a grandson.

Mrs. Lu's blame was powerful and reasonable, and he was distressed, angry, and guilty, but he could not explain anything.

Now, she says, everyone has an injustice in her heart, and she allows him to be imperfect.

Gu Mohan's deep narrow eyes slowly overflowed with his broken pieces. After living for so many years, he always felt that he was lonely, but she understood him.

She knew all the loneliness and tiredness in his heart.

She made him no longer alone.

Gu Mohan's rough thumb rubbed the delicate muscles on her small face. The palm print was already light, but there was still some pink, and he asked dumbly, "Does it hurt?"

Tang Moer nodded, "It hurts."

"Then you hit me too! My mom hits you, you hit her son out of breath!" Gu Mohan took her soft little hand and hit her own cheek.

"Hey, Gu Mohan, you are naive!"

Tang Moer quickly withdrew his little hand and refused to hit him.

"Oh," Gu Mohan blew a low and happy smile from his throat, and he poke her small face with his tall nose, a little soft and coquettish, "It's my dear good wife, You hurt me. "

"Who hurts you? I'm afraid my hands hurt!" Tang Moer tried to push him away.

But Gu Mohan held her in her arms, her thin, thin lips kissing her hair, and in a voice that only two people could hear, "Mrs. Gu, only you hurt me."

Only you hurt me ...

This sentence made Tang Moer's combed Yu Jie tremble. How could this man speak sweet words, a word could coax her and soften her.

He said that only she loved him in this world.

"Mo Er, before I met you, my life was not bad or bad, but after I met you, my life has a color, thank you for coming to my life, thank you for giving me birth Son, thank you for giving me a home. "

He has a home now.

I have a home of my own.

With tears in Ying Liang's eyes, she slowly raised her tiny white hand and wanted to hug him.

She wanted to tell him that three years ago, if she hadn't been hit, she wouldn't have left, and she would not have left him and Niuniu.

If she has no memory loss in these three years, she will come back to him and find Niu Niu.

She didn't want to leave their father and son.

She did not leave their father and son.

At this moment, the door of the shower room opened suddenly, and the little milk bag protruded a small head, "Mummy, can you help me wipe my back ... oh, mygod, I didn't see anything, dad Mommy continues! "

Watching Daddy and Mommy hug together, the little milk bag "snapped" and closed the door again.

"..."

Tang Moer quickly pushed Gu Mohan, "I'll go and bath Niu Niu."

She lowered her head and went into the bathroom.

Gu Mohan looked at the pretty figure of a woman and really wanted to kick a small milk bag. Sometimes he felt that this son was really superfluous!

...

In the shower.

Tang Moer wiped the back of the small milk bag. The small milk bag held a towel to cover important parts of her. She looked at Tang Moer and smiled sweetly.

Tang Moer looked at the small milk bag secretly, shy and cute. She put the bubbles on her finger on the pink face of the small milk bag. Oh."

The small milk bag also blows the bubbles on Tang Moer's face. "But, Dad said that Mummy didn't like my little bean sprouts!"

"..."

Tang Moer stepped back and dodged the bubble. "How come, Mommy likes Niu Niu, but doesn't like your dad."

At this time, she didn't know what tripped under her feet, and she fell backwards.

what!

Tang Moer exclaimed.

She thought she was about to fall, but at this moment a strong arm hoop hugged her slender waist, and her delicate body fell into a pair of British arms.

A deep, unpleasant rebuke sounded at the ear, "What's the trouble? Throw your mummy."

"Daddy." The little milk bag called out.

Tang Mo'er stabilized her body and looked back, Gu Mohan's handsome face was magnified in her sight.

Gu Mohan is here.

Gu Mohan retracted his healthy arm, standing tall by the length of his legs and standing on the washstand. His sharp bones clasped the black belt around his waist. His thumb and forefinger separated by "brushing" and pulled the belt apart. Thrown in the bamboo basket, his deep narrow eyes sharply scanned the small milk bag.

The little milk bag was wrong, and he was embarrassed. He almost made Mommy wrestle just now, but he quickly straightened the small waist plate, his voice was crisp and proud, "Daddy, you lie, you say Mommy doesn't like My little bean sprouts, but just now Mommy said she liked my little bean sprouts, and Mommy said she didn't like Daddy's little bean sprouts! "

"..."

Tang Moer shivered like a comb, but didn't she just say that?

She immediately looked up at the man.

I saw Gu Mohan turning quietly, leaning lazily against the washstand, and the bright lights were plating his handsome features, like a cut-out figure, and the radiance was inseparable.

There was a pack of cigarettes in his palm, and he took out a cigarette and clamped it between his slender fingers. The other palm was holding a lighter to light a cigarette. He looked at her with a handsome eyelid, and squeezed his thin lips. The arc of the threat, "I'm a little bean sprout, huh?"

Tang Mo'er was agitated in her heart, and she knew that if she didn't answer well, she would be angry.

No man can accept such a provocation.

"Oh," Tang Moer embarrassedly and politely red lips, "Of course not!"

"Mummy, Daddy is not a little bean sprout, what is Daddy?" Xiaomi Bao asked innocently.