Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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OK, good, her words have successfully shattered all his intellect.

This woman, both hard and soft, what should he do with her?

"I want to talk about the conditions, okay, I can give you what you want, and serve me well now, eh?" Gu Mohan let go of her small face, and then the big boned palm rested on her essence. The belt on Shuo's waist was pulled away.

He really wanted her to serve him.

Tang Moer trembled with a comb-like Yu Jie, approached him a bit, and a little closer ...

Gu Mohan stared at her, her delicate skin on her face was pinched red by him, as if she was really abused, but she made people more convulsive and rubbing, wanting to make fierce she was.

His wide palm shuttled into the hair on her cheek and pressed into his arms.

At this time, "moan", Tang Moer quickly escaped him, ran to the side and vomited.

The tiny white hand pressed on to her heart, she kept vomiting.

Gu Mohan's black pupils flinched, quickly pulled out his long legs, reached out, and patted her delicate back with a big palm. He asked dumbly, "What's wrong, how can you vomit?"

Tang Moer pushed him away. "You have a smell."

Gu Mohan was tall and stiff, and he pressed her under his trousers just now, and she said it was self-evident.

The handsome outline of the five senses sank, exuding a horrifying atmosphere. He came from a wealthy family, had a clean private life, and had his own cleanliness. He was now disgusted by her nakedness.

"Tang Moer, what are you pretending, I don't believe you haven't done this to your Mr. Gu. Are men still tasteless or men? Why are you just beginning to turn away now?" Gu Mohan lifted his thin lips and said with a lip-smell .

Because of vomiting and discomfort, Tang Mo'er's white eyes became red, and there was a layer of crystal fog. She looked at the man and gave a bright red lips. "I don't care, I don't do it now, I want I wait for you and come back next time! "

"You!" Gu Mohan pulled out his long legs and stepped forward, raising his hand and trying to teach her.

"Do you want to hit me? Gu Mohan, then you hit me in the face." Tang Moer gave him his delicate little face.

Gu Mohan's cold eyes were like splashing ink, which was already thick and bottomless. This woman dared to shout at him.

She knew exactly what she was going to do, and as long as she softened and spoiled him, he wouldn't care.

But she would rather anger him.

Gu Mohan has never hit a woman, nor has this habit, he looked at a woman's red eyes, wet, like a stubborn beast.

A few fragments suddenly flashed in his mind, but it was too fast, he couldn't catch it at all, and he closed his eyes quickly with pain.

Tang Moer was startled, his face changed greatly, "Gu Mohan, what's wrong with you?"

This is what she was most afraid of. He would revive his memory in the face of her, and then the poison would afflict his body.

Gu Mohan opened his eyes, he looked at her scarletly, "What happened to me, do you still care?"

Tang Mo'er felt a pain in his heart, and the two small hands hanging to his side quickly pulled into small powder fists. "General Manager Gu, in fact, we can't be lovers but we can also be friends. My former fiance, Su Zhe, and I are now friends. "

Be friends?

Gu Mohan sneered lowly, without looking at her for a second, he pulled out his long legs and went out.

"Boom," he threw the door heavily.

Tang Mo'er was soft in the hot water pool, so tired, and the man had almost exhausted all her physical energy.

She stretched out her soft white hand to touch her flat belly, baby, sorry, Mommy drove away Daddy.

Mummy really wants to keep Daddy, but Mummy can't.

...

Psychotherapy room.

Gu Mohan was lying on a rattan chair with a blanket on his belly. He closed his eyes gently and said, "Let's get started."

"President, you can't!" Yan Dong quickly stopped. "President, you really can't forcefully restore your memory. This will cause emotional poison in your body."

Gu Mohan slightly lifted his thin lips, and his low-alcohol voice was indifferent. "I just want to take a look."

"Look what?"

"Look at how good Mr. Gu is to her so much that she misses it so much."

"President!"

Gu Mohan gently lifted his eyelids and glanced at the psychiatrist. "Let's get started."

The psychologist stood up, holding a pocket watch in his hand. "Okay, Mr. Gu, let's get started."

...

Champagne apartment.

Tang Moer took a hot bath and came out wearing a nightdress. She was blowing hair with a hairdryer.

At this moment a melodious ringtone rang and she called.

Caller ID is Gu Mohan.

Tang Mo'er squeezed his phone, and then answered by pressing the button, "Hey, Mr. Gu, what's the matter with you calling me so late, if it's all right, I'll hang up ..."

"Mo Er," a husky voice came from the other side, "fresh bamboo shoots ..."

Fresh bamboo shoots?

Tang Moer's white fingers quickly clenched his mobile phone. This was the first dish Mr. Gu made for her.

How did he know?

"Gu Mohan, you ... remembered?"

"I asked the doctor to hypnotize me, and I wanted to get back my memory, I saw it, I saw ... he cooks for you ..."

Tang Moer breathed quickly, "Gu Mohan, you are crazy, how can you forcibly retrieve your memory? Where are you now, what is wrong with you?"

His voice was wrong, pale and weak.

"Mo Er, I'm very bad now, my body hurts, come over to me, okay?" The man's husky voice overflowed with a little pampering and chuckle.

At this time, Yan Dong's voice came over. "Miss Tang, it's not good. The president is really bad. He has a nosebleed, a lot of blood. Come on."

"The president refused to go to the hospital. The president said that he would wait for you to come, and you would go to the hospital when you came to the president!" Yan Dong almost snarled.

Tang Mo'er's heart suddenly curled up in pain, and every breath was painful.

Is he dead?

He's all like this, and won't go to the hospital yet.

What exactly does he want to do?

Tang Mo'er covered his mouth with his tiny white hand, and big tears fell down.

"Mo Er, I'm waiting for you, this time, you must come over ..." The end hung up.

Listening to the busy tone of "dudu" at the other end, Tang Moer quickly got up, she found a coat and put it on her body, then went out.

I don't want anything, she only has one idea now, go to Mr. Gu, go to Mr. Gu.

He is in pain now, he needs her!

But then her cell phone rang again, and she called again.

She quickly pressed the key, "Hey."

"Hey, Miss Tang." A pale and shrewd voice came from the other end, Mr. Gu.