Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Su Ye listened to this low-alcohol magnetic male voice, not a sir.

But this is Gu Mohan's mobile number.

"Hello, I want to find my husband."

In Guding Castle, Mexico, in a large wine cellar, Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan, who was drunk.

Fu Qinglun held the mobile phone with one hand, held the wide-mouthed wine glass with one hand, and took it to his mouth, taking a casual sip, "Your husband is drunk, tell me something."

"Sir, hello, this is the case. Miss Tang has brought the young master back to live one night. I would like to ask for a sir."

Tang Moer took the calf back.

Fu Qinglun looked at the drunk Gu Mohan and tickled his scarlet thin lips. He came to buy drunk thousands of miles, and it turned out to be annoying for Tang Moer.

"Let her take it home. She is the mum of your young master."

Su Shi on the other side took a breath, what?

Miss Tang is the young master's mum?

At this time, two beeps sounded, and the other side hung up.

...

Tang Mo'er took Gu Yelin back to her apartment, and after dinner, she took a bath with a small milk bag.

"Niu Niu, sit here, I'll give you some medicine."

Tang Moer bought medicine while passing by the pharmacy.

The small milk bag sat down beside Tang Mo'er very nicely. Tang Mo'er applied him medicine and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The little milk bag shook her head. "No pain, sister, I'm a little man."

Tang Moer was amused and kissed the face of Xiao Niubao, "That's good."

Taking out the storybook, Tang Moer told a story to Xiao Niu Bao, and then the two went to sleep.

I do n’t know how long it took, Tang Moer's ears rang a weak milk sound, "It hurts ... Fairy sister, it hurts ..."

Tang Moer woke up suddenly, it was early morning, but it was only six o'clock, and the little milk bag in her arms was all red.

She reached out and touched the forehead of the small breast bag, which was hot.

The small milk bag has a high fever.

How can you have a high fever?

"Niuniu, isn't it hard? Hug, I'll take you to the hospital now." Tang Moer picked up the small milk bag.

...

After twenty minutes.

The small milk bag was taken to the hospital, and the doctor asked dignifiedly after the examination, "Ms. Tang, did you apply any ointment to Prince Gu Xiaozi? This ointment is problematic!"

Tang Moer's face turned white. Is there a problem with the ointment?

how come?

That ointment was bought in a pharmacy.

"I'm infusion of Prince Gu Xiaofu now. If Prince Gu Xiaozhi has been having a high fever, it will be dangerous. Miss Tang, I suggest you call Mr. Gu now." The doctor left.

Tang Mo'er is stiff, and his hands and feet are cold. Will Niu Ni be in danger of his life? !!

She quickly took out her phone, pulled Gu Mohan's black phone number back, and dialed out.

Mexico.

Gu Mohan was awakened by a string of melodious mobile phone ringtones, and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were retro and luxurious crystal chandeliers. He slept with Fu Qinglun.

He held out the cell phone with the big palm of his bones and put the button on. "Hey."

Tang Moer's soft waxy voice passed over, "Gu Mohan, it's not good, Niu Niu has an accident, now in the hospital."

Gu Mohan suddenly sat up from the bed and lifted the quilt to get out of bed. He asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"Yesterday Niu Niu was injured in the kindergarten. I bought the ointment in the pharmacy and applied it to Niu Niu. But in the early morning, Niu Niu had a high fever. The doctor said that the ointment had a problem. If Niu Niu had a high fever, there would be ... life danger ...

Speaking of the last four words, Tang Moer choked a little.

Gu Mohan frowned at his sword, but there were not many emotions on his handsome and expensive face. "Don't cry, I'm here."

He said don't cry, I'm here.

When the man spoke these words with a slow, smooth and magnetic voice, Tang Mor's bright eyes were immediately covered with a layer of crystal fog, which felt strange, like his broad chest. Ying Ting's shoulders will always protect her from the wind and rain.

At this moment, she and his heart suddenly approached.

"I'll rush back soon. You are guarding Niu Niu in the hospital, and you shouldn't cry again." He whispered.

Tang Mo'er lifted a feather-like comb and quickly pressed the fog beads in her eyes back. She nodded hard, "Well."

Gu Mohan hung up the phone and opened the room door.

Immediately after leaving the room, an upright figure appeared in the corridor covered with handmade carpets, and Fu Qinglun came.

Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan, "Going back?"

"Well, Niu Niu has an accident, and she is scared to cry."

Originally hearing "Niu Niu had an accident", Fu Qinglun's eyes darkened, but after hearing the following sentence, "She was scared to cry" Fu Qinglun raised her eyebrow again.

Gu Mohan pulled away his long legs and passed him by, but took two steps and Gu Mohan turned back again, "Go back with me."

"No return."

Gu Mohan kicked Fu Qinglun immediately, leaving a footprint on his trousers, and two words overflowed from the cold lips, "Don't ask."

Don't ... persuade ...

"Oh," Fu Qinglun immediately raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Counsel your uncle."

"I don't have an uncle!" Said Gu Mohan, pursing his thin lips out of a sarcastic radian, "Fu's family was almost crushed by you, and he fell down against others. A Lin Shizhen let you be like this ? "

After three years, I heard the name again, and Fu Qinglun's handsome facial features immediately revealed his eerie spirit. "It's as if you've got Tang Moer, don't you advise you to come and drink with me?"

Gu Mohan gave a thin lip, glanced at him slightly, and then left.

...

After two hours.

Gu Mohan got off the plane at Emperor's Airport. A long business luxury car parked outside the door. Yan Dong opened the rear door and got on the car.

The luxury car galloped away.

At this time, a beautiful scenery line was added in the airport lobby, which attracted those passersby to review frequently.

Fu Qinglun is back.

Today, Fu Qinglun wore a handmade version of a white shirt and black trousers. The silver buckle on the sleeves of the shirt was shiny, and the precious watch on the strong wrist showed a cold chill. He was followed by a butler, Assistant, in a low-key manner, reveals a condescending sense.

He had a thin black phone in his long, white fingers, sending WeChat to his grandma.

--- Grandson, are you here?

--- Well, here it is.

--- Suner, this time back to Yecheng, don't come back alone, don't come back alone.

---...

Fu Qinglun was about to pick up the mobile phone. At this moment, a small soft thing hit his strong calf, and a soft milk sounded, "Yeah."

"Sorry, baby, are you all right?"