Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Gu Mohan took a deep breath. He probed the injured and bleeding palm, grabbed the collar of the driver-Zuo and then pulled it hard with a "bang", and the driver dropped on the ground.

The insignificant driver knew Gu Mohan as soon as he saw that he was a powerful man. Today he is unlucky and finished.

"Sir, don't hit me, I just got caught up in the ghost for a while, it was her, she hooked me-I just didn't keep the temptation."

"Sir, go around me, please, please ... Ah!"

The insignificant driver screamed because Gu Mohan stepped on his crotch and pressed it hard twice.

Quick blood flowed out.

Gu Mohan blasted people.

The insignificant driver didn't come up in a breath and was dizzy.

Gu Mohan took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, he dialed a number, and said two expressions blankly, "come over here."

Then he hung up.

Bending down Gao Taiying's body again, he looked at the woman in the car, "Not yet?"

Tang Moer quickly crawled out with his hands and feet.

...

Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Tang Moer was sitting in the front passenger seat with a medicine box beside her. She was holding a cotton swab stained with alcohol to help him manage the wound.

His wide hands were pulled out of a deep bloodstain by the glass shards and looked startling.

"Mr. Gu, does it hurt?"

Gu Mohan was sitting in the driver's seat, holding a cigarette in his uninjured left hand, and the scarlet flame jumped at his fingertips. He took a sip of his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the woman next to him.

Tang Moer's comb-like Yu Jie trembled, and those big watery eyes looked at him, and his eyes filled with distress.

He didn't speak, but opened his mouth and slowly spit out the smoke in her mouth on the big, soft face.

He turned out to smoke at her.

Tang Moer was choked by the smoke and coughed twice.

At this moment a low laugh came from his ears, Gu Mohan raised his lips and hesitated.

Teasing laughter.

Tang Moer quickly climbed up two blushes on a beautiful little face, and she looked up at him. The man's master's chest made a **** and vibrating resonance with a smile. The window slipped and the cold wind outside The bangs on his forehead swept, and the man's smoking look revealed a handsome and charming charm.

"You're injured now, don't smoke!" Tang Mo'er raised his arms like a pimple, stealing the cigarette from his fingertips.

Gu Mohan glanced at her with narrow eyes, and his low voice revealed a slight discomfort and deterrence, "Bring it!"

"No!"

Gu Mohan quickly tilted his tall and tall body over to press her in, and strong arms to grab the cigarette in her little hand, he cursed lowly, "Hey, let me smoke Bring it! "

Tang Moer threw his cigarette out the window, "Just don't give it!"

Gu Mohan held down her lustrous shoulder with a few powerful fingers and pressed her against the seat. His handsome face came to her face, staring at her word by word, " Miss Tang, if you call me two husbands, do you really think you are my wife and want to care about me? "

Tang Mo'er froze, then she beaked her cherry mouth, and stared at him wet and watery, she was his wife.

Just sent a marriage certificate.

"Huh, I just want to care about you, I just want to be your wife? Husband, husband, husband ..."

She called him three times in a row.

Gu Mohan felt that her hard atrium had called her crisp, and he stared at her coldly, warning, "No more calling!"

"I'll call it!"

Gu Mohan's deep eyes moved down to her little cherry mouth. Since kissing her, he has always remembered her little mouth.

The man's low voice was a little hoarse and fierce, "If you call again, I'll use your big husband to plug your little mouth!"

What do you mean?

Tang Mo'er looked at him blankly, "What big husband?"

She looks so simple, what big husband, Gu Mohan's deep narrow eyes jumped out two faint flames, and did not tell her.

He thought he was enough ... insignificant.

He slowly let go of her shiny shoulder.

Tang Moer lowered his black head and continued to help him manage the wound.

Gu Mohan was annoyed and had itchy hands, and wanted to get cigarettes, but thought she didn't let him smoke, he put up with it again.

...

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped at Lujia Villa.

Tang Mo'er pulled the door of the car and got out of the car. She looked at the man in the driver's seat, Nuo said, "Mr. Gu, thank you for bringing me here, you go back."

Gu Mohan glanced at her through the bright car window.

Tang Mo'er turned around and stepped onto the lawn, where she was hit by the maid yesterday.

Will my mother's artwork be left here?

Tang Mo'er looked around, and suddenly she found a lot of paper on the lawn.

She ran over, and the little white hand grabbed those pieces of paper in the palm of her hand, which was her mother's design artwork!

Mom's design artwork has all been torn!

Tang Mo'er took a sip of cold air, and the whole body's blood poured into the brain. This was the only thing the mother had.

who is it?

Who is it?

Tang Moer picked up all the pieces of paper in her bag, none of them fell, and then she pulled out her thin legs and went into the Lujia villa.

...

With a bang, she pushed open the door of the villa.

"Miss, why are you here?" The maid said.

Tang Moer went straight into the living room, and Lin Xuanyin was arranging flowers in the living room.

"Mo'er, you're back. Have you had dinner? I asked my servant to serve you hot rice." Lin Xuanyin quickly got up and held Tang Mo's little hand in affection.

Looking at Lin Xuanyin's elegant appearance, Tang Moer sneered, she pulled her hand back hard, "Lin Xuanyin, did you let someone do it, did you make someone tore away from my mother? Designing a manuscript? "

There was no change in expression on Lin Xuanyin's beautiful face, and she raised her lips. "Mor, what are you talking about, I don't understand."

Lin Xuanyin spoke sharply, "Mo Er, is there any evidence for this?"

evidence.

Oh, she has no evidence.

Tang Mo'er looked at Lin Xuanyin's appearance, and she really interpreted the fearlessness to the fullest.

Then a deep voice rang in my ear, "What happened?"

Tang Mo'er looked up, and Lu Jinwen walked down on the stairs. The man wore a grey shirt at home, followed by the butler. His deep phoenix eyes fell lightly on the two women, handsome like a knife. There was an oppressive deterrent and harshness in Jun's face.

He stopped in the living room, looked at Lin Xuanyin, and frowned handsomely, and he said, "Xuan Yin, you."