Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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There was a slap mark on her face, and it hurt. He even scratched her face.

It's true that Huo Beichen is Yecheng's little overlord.

Huo Beichen raised the corners of his lips. His lip powder, like a girl, was just a demon. He looked at Tang Mo'er with an eyebrow and arrogantly. "

"..."

Tang Moer's two soft white hands touched his chest, pushed him away, then lifted his feet and left.

"Hey, Tang Moer, come with me to the hospital to see my second brother!" Huo Beichen turned to the topic.

Tang Moer trembled her comb-like feathers and lifted her red lips, "Don't go!"

"Why? Don't you, Tang Moer, my second brother was hurt because of you. You don't even want to see him now, are you too cruel?"

Tang Moer didn't speak, she accelerated her pace.

Huo Beichen was really anxious, "Tang Moer, don't you toast and not toss, do you want me to tie you to the hospital?"

As soon as the voice fell, Tang Mo'er suddenly braked suddenly and turned around.

Huo Beichen did not expect that she would stop suddenly. He almost hit her. Tang Moer's soft face quickly zoomed in his eyes.

The two were now very close, Huo Beichen suddenly smelled a pleasant girl body fragrance, and the woman's delicate diamond lips were in front, as long as he pushed forward a little to kiss.

His tall body was stiff.

"What ... what?"

Tang Moer gave a smile, then stepped on Huo Beichen with high heels.

"Mom's Tang Moer, you look for death!" Huo Beichen jumped up in pain.

Tang Mo'er turned and walked out of the gate of CC Bar. Fu Bo drove to pick her up and she got in the car.

Huo Beichen's eyes were scary and staring at the woman leaving. She had better not fall on his hand, otherwise, he would lie down on her clothes, make her good, and let her cry for her forgiveness!

...

In a private car.

Faber asked, "Miss, shall we go back now?"

Tang Moer glanced down and looked at the gorgeous neon lights outside through the bright car window. After a few seconds, she whispered softly, "Go to the hospital."

...

In the hospital.

ICU.

Tang Moer gently opened the door of the ward, then walked in. There was a smell of acrid disinfectant in the ward. Gu Mohan was wearing a blue and white uniform and lying quietly on the bed.

She came to the bed and looked down at him. It was only a day when he didn't see him. He seemed to be much thinner.

A circle of green **** appeared on the stubborn jaw, and brush-like curled long eyelashes fell down quietly, and a layer of black silhouette fell. He slept with thin lips, and the corners of pale lips had dried up Layers of peeling lines.

Seeing how elegant, noble, domineering, and powerful he was, but for the first time she saw him so thin.

It turned out that he would fall down.

Crystal clear and hot teardrops fell down one by one, Tang Moer quickly covered his mouth with two small hands.

She did not let herself cry.

Gu Mohan.

She stretched out her white fingertips, and tremblingly touched his tight brows. Even if she fell asleep, he locked her brows into a tight "Chuan" word.

What did he dream of?

Tang Mo'er leaned down and kissed the corners of his dry lips gently. The corners of the skin made her hurt. She said gently, "Gu Mohan, don't sleep, wake up quickly."

...

Outside the ward, Huo Yanmei hurried over. She wanted to open the ward door, but through the small glass window on the ward door, she saw Tang Moer inside.