Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Lu Jinwen's eyes fell on Lu Qier's body, and he looked up and down, because of her mum, he had not seen her well for so many years, and even he did not want to see her.

He was afraid of seeing her and would think of her mum.

But now, she looks nothing like her mummy. He can hardly find a shadow of her mum on her.

Not only appearance, but also personality.

She is stupid now, not knowing who inherited it.

If she could inherit a little bit of intelligence from her mum, Gu Mohan would have been in her pocket.

At that time, her mum was unparalleled, and she was fascinated by how many worldly children.

Lu Jinwen retracted his gaze lightly, "You can do it for yourself."

He pulled his long legs out of the door.

...

Lu Jinwen walked in the corridor, his complexion was unshakable, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Husband ..."

At this moment, a soft call suddenly sounded.

Lu Jinwen's footsteps stopped.

The man's pace was steady and calm, and his sudden braking seemed very abrupt.

"Husband ..."

Another soft call.

When Lu Jinwen's eardrum moved, his tall body slowly turned around, and his deep cold phoenixes swept to the front ward accurately and sharply.

"Husband ..."

The soft call came over for the third time. This was not an illusion, but ... really.

Lu Jinwen turned around and pulled out his long legs toward the ward.

His bright leather shoes stepped on the slightly mottled ground and made "squeaky" footsteps. The road to the ward was not long, but time seemed to suddenly shuttle back and return to more than thirty Years ago.

At that time, Lu Jinwen was synonymous with a business era. His Qingqing mommy went to the temple to burn incense, and he accompanied him.

It was a snowy day. The entire temple was a snow-capped crystal world. Qingqing's mum was burning incense. He stood in the snow wearing a black cloak. The extraordinary appearance attracted all women. pilgrim.

"Door, see if you have a destiny, how can I count it for you today?" Then a senior monk came over.

He looked back and glanced at the monk lightly, because he was bored, and he would casually say two words, "What do you think I should be?"

The monk laughed, "The world asks the Gua for future and peace. I think the donor is high, and the posture of the dragon and the phoenix, naturally, the donor does not need to ask the future. Why not, how can I count the marriage of the donor?

Hexagram.

As the eldest son of the Lu family, he descended from the Wizards, but his marriage has always been muttered by Qing Qing's mom, because even though women in this world are 3,000 weak, he has not seen anyone right now.

He nodded. "Okay."

The monk handed him the bamboo slip in his hand, "Door, draw a lot."

He reached out and took out a bamboo stick.

The sign was in Sanskrit, and the monk glanced at him, stretched out his finger with a smile, and pointed at the bead curtain in front. "Door, go forward, keep walking."

He glanced dubiously at the monk. In his opinion, asking divination is nothing but a deceptive trick.

But he stepped forward, step by step to the bead curtain.

Slender fingers lifted the golden bead curtain. Jasper's beads collided and made a crisp and cheerful sound. He raised his eyelids and looked up. There were various red ribbons on the tall marriage tree and golden futons. Kneeling a shadow, the girl was wearing a big red cape, three thousand blue silk stalks behind the snow-white earlobe, two little green hands holding a bamboo stick tube, the girl said something in her mouth ---

"Yueyue, Yueyue, I heard that you are in charge of marriage, but it ’s not too many people. You have n’t seen me. Come and see me. Please give me a husband. I want my husband. I want my husband. To husband! "

After speaking, the girl slowly rolled her eyes, as if she was doomed in the deep, she saw him.

He picked up the bead curtain, saw her, and looked at a stunning beauty.

What he and she didn't know was that the monk looked at the scene and shook his head with a sigh. "One glance at the wrong life, always has deep affection, how can it be injustice, injustice?"

The monk drifted away.

The past scenes were clearly shown in his mind, when Lu Jinwen came to the door of the ward, he stretched out his palm and put on the doorknob.

He did n’t know why he came, just like he did n’t know why he went to pick the bead curtains more than thirty years ago. The “husband” was not heard for more than thirty years, but he cried out with the woman. "Husband" is exactly the same.

He pushed open the ward door.

In the ward, a few nurses talked there with a smile, and his phoenix eyes were patrolled lightly, without the person he was looking for.

Fengmu lowered his eyes, he closed the door, and a self-deprecating arc was drawn from the corner of his cold lips, and he felt like he was stunned.

Just now, he had a hallucination.

...

"Husband, husband ..." Tang Moer was looking for Gu Mohan. He asked a few nurses just now, and they said Gu Mohan was here.

But why couldn't she find it?

Here is the staircase. The little white hand touched the escalator. She lifted her thin legs and wanted to go down.

At this time Gu Mohan came. He saw the woman going down the stairs and quickly lifted her thin lips. "Mo, don't you stop running around and wait for me, you are not obedient."

"Husband, you are here, where have you been, I have been looking for you for a long time." Tang Moer smiled quickly and frowned.

Gu Mohan stood under the stairs. He patted his palm, and then opened his arms. "Come on, come down, I catch you."

Jump on.

If she couldn't catch it, she would fall miserably.

The pale white teeth bit her moist red lips, she closed her eyes, and her slender body fluttered down.

The next second, she plunged into a pair of wide warm arms. The man's strong arms hugged her and stood on a staircase. He stood on the flat ground. Even so, she was a little shorter and more flexible than him. Thin lips pressed against her little face and kissed, "So bad, shouldn't my husband punish you?"

Gu Mohan squeezed her thin waist with weak Liu Fufeng with two big palms.

Tang Mo'er was ticklish, "giggled" and hid in his arms with a smile, "husband, I was wrong, don't punish me, okay?"

Listening to her waxing begging for mercy, Gu Mohan held her thin waist to press her in his arms, leaned down, and buried her head in the woman's pink neck, and he murmured, "Don't move, let her husband hold her hold."

Tang Moer didn't move. She knew that he was in a bad mood. In fact, she was also in a bad mood. Both An An and Shi Yan were suffering.

A slender little hand hugged him back, the other slender little hand came to the man Ying Ting's back and patted it gently, like coaxing a child.

At this moment, a pair of eyes were staring at them in the dark. Lu Qier came, and she saw this scene where Gu Mohan and Tang Moer hugged sweetly.