Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Drag a woman's skirt!

Tang Mo'er worked hard to stabilize herself. She was afraid that her fierce movements would irritate the golden retriever. She didn't want the golden retriever to pounce on her meat.

A tiny white hand covered her skirt, and the other hand tried to pull it back from Jin Mao's mouth. She softly coaxed, "Jin Mao, give me the skirt, bit the woman's skirt a little Not polite. "

"If you bite my skirt, I'll ask your master to compensate me. This skirt is not cheap."

The waiter stayed aside. He didn't dare to move the golden hair, because it was Mr. Gu's dog.

When Tang Mo'er couldn't do anything, he clicked behind him, and the door of the luxurious box opened.

There was a low magnetic voice in his ear, "Bluse, come here."

Hearing the sound, Tang Mo'er looked back, and a tall, tall body stood beside the box door.

Gu Mohan.

Today Gu Mohan wore a hand-made white shirt and black trousers. The finest fabrics were ironed without any wrinkles. The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up two times, revealing his strong forearm and wearing on his wrist. A precious steel watch, he overflowed with a high sense of humility and inhumane alienation.

I haven't seen it for three years. Time has superimposed this man's increasingly noble identity and a calm and restrained aura, raising his hands in an indescribable charm of a man.

Gu Mohan stood there, and those deep narrow eyes fell on Tang Moer's small slap face.

The stranger he was most familiar with today didn't expect to run into it today.

Three years later, she is back.

Tang Moer's eyes collided with the man, but within a few seconds, she moved away. She didn't know him.

However, he seems to be the owner of this golden retriever.

She looked down at Bluse and threatened, "Your master is here, let go of my skirt, or I will ask your master why you like to drag women's skirts so much ? "

Barking.

Bluse called a few times, and dragged Tang Moer's skirt to Gu Mohan's skirt.

Bluse ran too fast, Tang Mo'er was yanked over by her, she tripped unpreparedly, and her delicate body flew forward.

what!

Tang Moer screamed pale, and closed her eyes, waiting for her intimate contact with the carpet.

But did not wait, a strong arm suddenly came over, hugged her waist and legs, the man pulled hard, and she ran into a warm and broad embrace.

Tang Mo'er smashed into it with a stuffy face, and it hurt, and her Xiuqiong's little nose was almost crooked.

The man's chest was like a wall, so hard.

The comb-like Yujie trembled a bit, and she gave a mist of pain, raised her head and looked at the man, "Sir, I think you really should take good care of your golden retriever, the woman's skirt is not You can just drag it around. "

Gu Mohan held her soft waist with one arm and looked at the woman in her arms with her handsome eyelids hanging down. He lowered his cold lips, "Sir?"

There was a ruthless grin in his low magnetic voice.

Mr.

The title of these two words really laughed at him.

Tang Mo'er raised his eyebrows and was dissatisfied with his attitude. At this moment, she smelled a clean and masculine masculine man. He seemed to be smoking, and still lingering the slight smell of tobacco.

The smell made her inexplicable.

"Sir, let me go!" She twisted her waist and was still in his arms.

Gu Mohan glanced at her, and her bright eyes were covered with a layer of clear water. After three years of disappearance, these talking eyes were hooked again-some people.

"Bluse doesn't usually drag a woman's skirt unless ... the woman is very fragrant."

"..."

Just now she told bluse that she wanted to ask its owner why bluse likes to drag women's skirts so much, and now he gave the answer.

He said she was fragrant.

Tang Moer is not a pure girl, his answer is ambiguous.

His arm was still hooped on her soft waist, so strong and powerful, Tang Moer felt that the delicate muscles there were burned.

She lifted her small head and looked at the man, her delicate eyebrows exuding a touch of tenderness, "Sir, how many beautiful women have you held?

Gu Mohan picked a good-looking sword eyebrow, sexy, evil charm, "Want to know?"

"What I want to know is, did those very fragrant women give you a slap in the face?" Tang Mo'er raised his small hand and hit the man's handsome face.

Gu Mohan let go of her and took a step back.

The bodies of the two were separated, and the ambiguous factor disappeared. Tang Mo'er didn't want to really hit him. The man came out of the luxury box and was either rich or expensive. She didn't want to trouble herself.

She stretched out her little hand to tidy up the skirt. Fortunately, her skirt was not bitten.

Gu Mohan copied her hands into her trouser pocket and looked at her. The woman's delicate beauty straightened up, and the pair of stiletto heels made her body soft and attractive and the S-curve was full again.

The black vest skirt, with the two green arms like naked arms exposed outside, his angle seemed to see the white lace tube top inside her, black and white interlining, originally hooked-people, now more swaggering.

"I will lose you a skirt."

"Thank you."

Tang Mo'er replied casually, and turned to leave.

At this time, the box door was pulled open, and a boss poked out his head. "General Manager, why don't you come in ... Ah, isn't this Tang Mei?"

The boss saw Tang Moer's eyes light up.

Tang Mo'er glanced at the boss and had no impression. Three years ago, she was stared at by many men in the entertainment industry. She couldn't remember these people.

However, this box is full of imperial capitals, business leaders.

"Mr. Gu, since Tang Meiren is here, let Tang Meiren come in and have fun together." The boss suggested.

"..."

Can she refuse?

Gu Mohan gave Tang Mo'er an indifferent glance, said nothing, and turned into the box.

The boss knows that Gu Mohan agrees!

"Tang beauty, come in and play!" The boss couldn't wait to drag Tang Moer in.

...

In the box.

Tang Mo'er glanced at it. Several business leaders inside were the bosses of Emperor Capital. They all had beautiful women as their companions.

On the innermost seat, Gu Mohan sat on the wine-red sofa. The man leaned Ying Ying's back lazily on the sofa, and his two long legs were superimposed elegantly. A cigar dangled in thin lips, and an executive leaned over and lit him a flame.

He stretched out with one arm, propped up on the back of the sofa, took a sip of cigarette, and then spit it out casually, the sloppy figure in that expensive and expensive figure was like an enshrined monarch.