Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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He didn't really leave.

He is back again.

Tang Mo'er stretched out her little white hand to wipe the tears on her face, but she wiped more and more tears. She knew that she was very embarrassed, so she gave up the struggle and stuffed her little head. She choked, " What are you doing back here? Didn't you just say that if you come back to me again, you are mean? "

Gu Mohan looked at her sullen little head, and from a condescending angle, she could see her delicate and tender little face covered with crystalline tears, just like the teardrops rolling on rose petals, and the suffocating beauty.

He rolled his dry throat and said in a low voice, "I just want to come back and take a look to see if you, a woman who speaks of herself as a vanity admirer, is crying. If you cry, I can be mean again. of."

The man and the woman quarreled, and the man took the initiative to lower his head, which was not a big deal.

The girl bumped into him three years ago, and since then has been firmly carved into his apex, he doesn't want to give up.

He wanted to give himself another chance.

Tang Mo'er Yingrun's shoulders trembled more and more. Gu Mohan, he was so reluctant to look at him like this.

"this is for you."

Tang Moer set off a feather-like comb, and there was an extravagant rose in her sight.

He gave her flowers.

"I just bought a flower when I saw someone selling it on the street when I was driving. I remember you were very happy to give you a rose last time," he said.

Tang Moer slowly reached out her small hand, and she received the rose in her small hand.

The rose exuded a scent of perfume, and penetrated her nose and nose.

Her wet eyes trembled, and her heart suddenly added a layer of honey.

Gu Mohan squatted down on one knee, and her big ankle with a sharp joint clasped her delicate ankle. She easily lifted her heels out of the manhole.

After removing the high-heeled crystal chain, Gu Mohan held her little white feet in her wide palms and gently rubbed her ankles.

"Does it hurt?" He whispered.

Tang Mo'er looked at him with tears in his eyes, his rough and warm fingertips gently swirled her, and she felt very comfortable, making her shiny pink toes curl up.

She looked at him, and his fringe was covered to block his eyelids, and his face was tender.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," she whispered.

Gu Mohan stood up and stretched out her strong arms to hug her thin waist and hugged her, "Come up, I'll carry you."

The man's back is straight and wide, and the spine line there is so strong and smooth that one cannot help relying on it.

Men carry women, that is deep love from the inside out.

"No, I'll go by myself ... hey!"

Gu Mohan carried her directly on her back.

He supported her hips steadily, let her lie on his shoulders in peace, two crystal high heels are still in his hands, "Mo Er, I turn you around in Yecheng, you Just forgive me? "

The tears that Tang Mo'er just stopped fell down again, "cracking", and she buried her small face in his neck.

"Mo'er, let's not make trouble again, just reconcile, okay? I think I'm going tortured by you crazy, I don't want to let go of your hand."

"Gu Mohan," Tang Mo'er choked, "Actually, I don't want to die, but I don't want you to marry Lu Qier. What do you think I should do? My heart hurts, and it seems to hurt died."