Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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The woman's ears were filled with sad and desperate crying, and her delicate body was icy. Huo Beichen found that Mom didn't have an umbrella.

He raised his hands awkwardly, covering Tang Moer's head, and covering her with the palm.

Tang Mo'er cried for a long time, feeling tired of crying, she turned and walked to the shore.

Huo Beichen's hand was still stiff in the air. He looked at the woman's back, and he didn't have any taste in it. He didn't understand politeness. He didn't even have to say thank you.

Two people came to the street, and Huo Beichen chased up with his hands, "Hey, Tang Moer, get in my car, I will take you home."

Tang Moer hugged himself with two slim arms, clutching the delicate muscles of his body across the clothing in pain, without even returning his head.

"Hey, Tang Moer, what do you mean, the rain is getting heavier, please hurry up in my car!" Huo Beichen went to grab Tang Moer's slim arms.

Tang Mo'er shook him away, and ran away.

At this time, a sharp brake sounded, a Supreme Aston Martin stopped, and the luxury car almost hit Tang Moer.

Tang Mo'er slumped to the ground.

In the luxury car, because the rain was too heavy, even though the wiper was constantly scraping, the vision was still blurry and reluctant. The driver in the driver's seat said nervously, "Sir, it seems to have hit someone."

On the back seat, the temperature outside is very cold, and the temperature in the quiet car is also abnormally cold. The man is hidden in the back seat, where the light is dim, and the street lights are faintly infiltrated. .

The man wore an ironed black shirt and trousers wrapped around two long legs. His black eyes were like an eagle hovering in the night sky. Through the years of deep experience and precipitation, there was a cold air field.

"Look down." The man's indifferent voice had no emotion.

"Yes." The driver pulled the door.

But at this point Huo Beichen had already run over, and he carried Tang Mo'er, who was crumbling, horizontally, and carried him to his Ferrari sports car.

"Sir, that man was taken away."

"Well," the man snorted, "driving."

Tang Moer passed by this luxury car in Huo Beichen's arms.

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In a Ferrari sports car.

Huo Beichen put Tang Moer on the front passenger seat. The woman was very embarrassed, she was soaked, and she was hurt everywhere.

I do n’t know exactly where the injury was. She just scratched her fingers and little feet in the pond. The Aston Martin almost crushed her, and it was a little bit worse. Her knees were pinched. broken.

Some blood stains had stained her little face, and she fell weakly in the seat, her wet hair covering all her half pale face, she murmured unconsciously, "pain, it hurts ..."

"Hey, Tang Mo'er, where do you hurt, make it clear?" Huo Beichen looked at her nervously.

The woman was now a ghost, and just now she was slamming into a luxury car, and she almost died.

He still liked her usual arrogance.

Tang Mo'er wrote pain in the whole brain and nerves, and there seemed to be something in her bones and blood. She scratched with her nails and wanted to grab it out.

Soon, there were a few bloodstains in her white powder neck.

Huo Beichen quickly clasped her two slender wrists to keep her from scratching. "Don't grab, Tang Moer, what happened to you, you've scratched your skin."

Tang Mo'er trembled. Now she misses the familiar arms that make her feel at ease, misses the taste of kissing him, and misses the crazy love he gave her.