Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Champagne apartment.

In the room, there was a dim light on the bedside table. Tang Moer trembled and combed Yu Jie and opened her eyes. Her bright eyes stared blankly at the bright crystal chandelier above her head, then she turned her head Looking to the door.

A tall, tall figure stood beside the door, and Gu Mohan stood there against the light, elegant and noble.

The eyes of the two hit together, Gu Mohan quickly lifted his thin lips, and his deep voice overflowed with Wen Chong, "Mo Er ..."

Tang Mo'er's eyes moved away from his handsome face and looked away. She was looking for the person she was looking for.

"Mr. Gu ... Mr. Gu ..." she called lightly, lifted the quilt, and two little feet fell on the carpet.

Without shoes, she ran straight to the door.

"Mr. Gu, where are you? Mr. Gu, come out quickly, don't scare me!" Tang Moer's soft little face turned pale.

"Mo Er." At this moment Jun Chulin appeared at the door.

Tang Mo'er saw Jun Chulin's eyes light up, and she rushed over with her legs, and rushed into Jun Chulin's arms. Two small hands were holding Jun Chulin's exquisite waist. She was happy, "Mr. Gu, you finally Come, where have you been, don't you leave me in the future, okay? "

The woman in her arms became weaker and weaker, but other women lost their bones, their bones hurt, and they were uncomfortable to hold. Tang Mo'er was an exception. The bones in her body seemed to be all It's soft, ice-skeleton, and scented by the body of a girl, it's not enough to hold it.

Jun Chulin nodded, "Okay, I won't leave you in the future, Moer, don't be afraid."

Wu Yan looked at this scene, then quietly looked at Gu Mohan, "Sir, this ..."

Gu Mohan stood upright, his two large palms slamming into fists. His deep narrow eyes fell on Tang Moer's body. She completely forgot about him, now holding another man. ...

It seemed like a big palm gripped his heart, then tightened again and again, making every breath painful.

The outlines of his handsome facial features were stretched, and he became dark and horrifying, and a layer of red bloodshots fell in his deep eyes. Pregnant.

He would hug her strongly and rub her into his bones and blood, so that no one could take her away from his life.

But he didn't dare.

He knew that her physical condition was already very bad, and he didn't dare to stimulate her.

He didn't dare scare her, she was afraid she hated herself.

Gu Mohan lowered his handsome eyelid, then pulled out his long legs and entered the room. He picked the pink slippers near the bed in his palm.

"Mo Er, put on your shoes."

Tang Mo'er released Jun Chulin and turned her head. Gu Mohan stood in front of her. The tall man close to 1.9m bent down her tall body and put her pink slippers on her white Little feet.

Tang Moer lags a bit. Who is he?

Gu Mohan squatted down on one knee and crouched down in front of her. In the sight of her hanging down was her small, shiny feet like a shell. Wear shoes.

But before they met, the two little feet were scared back two steps.

Tang Moer retracted her little feet. The girl's feet could not be touched by the man, she could only touch Mr. Gu.

Who is this man?

Tang Mo'er was timid and afraid of this man, and wanted to stay away from him. I don't know why he had an exclusive desire to occupy her, and he looked at her with a very hot eyes. He liked her. And I like it very much.

But she already had Mr. Gu, so she subconsciously wanted to stay away from him.

Gu Mohan's eyes suddenly shrank away, and her little foot stepped on the other little foot, even the manicured and rounded toes curled up, very cute.

Gu Mohan rolled her throat knot up and down and wanted to kiss her little feet.

He raised his thick eyelashes like brushes and looked at the woman, and Tang Mo'er's clear eyes were full of rejection and distance from him.

Gu Mohan sank, and quickly raised his good-looking sword eyebrows.

Is he unhappy?

The man frowned his heart into a tight "Chuan" character. Tang Moer felt like a needle penetrated her heart deeply, which made her feel dense and painful. She wanted to stretch out softly. His fingertips touched his tight brows and helped him smooth the word "chuan".

At this moment Gu Mohan stood up, he glanced at Wu Yan.

Wu Yan quickly stepped forward, "Mrs., the carpet is cold, hurry up, Wu Yan will help you put on your slippers."

Tang Mo'er lifted his feet up, "Thank you."

After putting on his shoes, Tang Moer looked at Jun Chulin, "Mr. Gu, I'm so hungry, can you cook for me?"

Jun Chulin nodded, "OK."

...

Two people came to the kitchen, and Jun Chulin didn't use Wu Yan's help, and quickly prepared three dishes and one soup within an hour.

In the restaurant, Tang Moer was stunned when she looked at the full range of dishes. She looked at Jun Chulin in shock. "Mr. Gu, when is your cooking so good, how do I remember ... you seem to ... cook surface…"

Jun Chulin's cooking skills are very good. He mixed the political circles and became independent very early, so cooking is not a problem for him.

But Tang Mo'er still remembered that Mr. Gu could only cook noodles.

"Mo Er, do you like Mr. Gu who did not cook before, or Mr. Gu who will cook now?" Jun Chulin asked.

Of course, men with good cooking skills will score extra points. Tang Mo'er immediately evoked the charming Ling Lip smile, "Of course I like Mr. Gu who can cook now, Mr. Gu is great."

Jun Chulin picked up chopsticks, took a piece of fresh bamboo shoots, and handed them to Tang Moer's little mouth. "Taste, is it delicious?"

Tang Mo'er took a bite and his eyes lit up. "It's so delicious. I'm going to have two bowls of rice today."

Gu Mohan leaned lazily against the floor-to-ceiling window, his black shirt button loosened two, revealing his **** collarbone and healthy wheat-colored skin, with a cigarette in his slender fingers of his right hand, he swallowed with a sword eyebrow Clouds spit.

Surrounded by green smoke, his deep narrow eyes fixedly fell on the two people in the restaurant. Tang Moer, who always had a bad appetite, really ate two small bowls of rice, and her delicate eyebrows were dyed The bright smile talked to Jun Chulin and laughed.

She likes Jun Chulin's fresh bamboo shoots and fried meat very much.

Gu Mohan's chilly lips drew a slight arc, and he spit out a spit of smoke. He was thinking that he could also make fresh bamboo shoots and stir-fried meat.

During this time, she was busy with her body and company affairs. She didn't have time to learn cooking. Maybe he should put cooking learning on the agenda.