Chapter 322 Mr. Gu and Jun Xiyan’s Wedding

Tang Moer took a look and saw that it was fried meat with fresh bamboo shoots.

Mr. Gu used to make food for her.

At this time, Gu Mohan raised his handsome eyelids and looked at her, his deep magnetic voice was warm and charming, "Mo'er, come here, it's time for dinner."

Tang Mo'er unstretched her thin legs and walked over. The man hugged her round waist, held her and sat on his strong thighs. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and fed it to her mouth. "Open your mouth and see if it tastes good or not?"

Tang Mo'er turned her little face aside, not wanting to eat. She put her two delicate white hands on his muscular chest and pushed it. She resisted in a soft voice, "Gu Mohan, don't do this, Aunt Wu is watching. .”

He held her on his lap and fed her himself, which was really tiring.

He didn't feel anything, but Tang Moer did.

"Where is Aunt Wu still? Aunt Wu has left."

“…”

"Be good, open your mouth Mo'er."

"I've already had dinner and I don't want to eat it now."

"You have to eat it even if you don't want to. I've done it many times. I just tasted it myself. It tastes pretty good. Just open your mouth and take a small bite." Gu Mohan insisted.

Her delicate body was wrapped in his arms domineeringly. If she didn't eat, he wouldn't let go. Tang Moer frowned, her soft white hands pressed her heart, and she bent over to vomit.

Gu Mohan quickly put down his chopsticks and patted her back with his big knuckled hands, "Mo'er, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Tang Moer took advantage of the situation and pushed him away, "I'm so tired, I'm going to bed first."

She pulled off her thin legs and entered the room.

Looking at the closed door of the room, Gu Mohan's deep narrow eyes darkened a bit, and the outline of his handsome face darkened. She didn't want to vomit, she was pretending to vomit because she didn't want to taste his freshness. Fried meat with bamboo shoots.

Gu Mohan curved the corners of his thin lips in a dark and self-deprecating arc, and poured the plate of fresh bamboo shoots and fried meat into the trash can.

His tall and handsome body was hidden in the dark corner. He was indescribably lonely and indifferent. I didn't know what to do with her.

…

In the room, Gu Mohan went in to take a cold shower.

Tang Mo'er glanced at the closed bathroom door, then sat up, stretched out her delicate white hand and got the mobile phone he placed on the bed cabinet.

She sent a text message out.

The text message was sent successfully, but she deleted it again.

After doing all this, she lay back down again, and soon the man came out.

He lay back next to her, stretched out his strong arms to lock her in his arms domineeringly, and held her to sleep.

Covering her fair forehead with a soft kiss, the man sighed and compromised, "Mo'er, good night."

That night, Tang Moer had no sleep.

…

The next day, at night.

Gu Mohan returned to the apartment. He took off his thin woolen coat and walked straight to the room as usual. He opened the door and said, "Mo'er."

The room was empty, Tang Mo'er was missing.

Gu Mohan quickly scanned the room with his deep, narrow eyes, but there was no one he was looking for.

He pursed his thin lips quickly, and his eyes were as sharp as razor blades. He stretched out his long legs and walked in. Every step brought out a sharp wind in his legs.

When I opened the bathroom door, there was no one inside.

There was no one in the cloakroom.

He searched every corner of the room, but Tang Moer was missing.

This consciousness kept shrinking and expanding in his brain, and his muscular chest began to rise and fall. He laughed low and sinisterly, she dared to run away with his son!

At this time Aunt Wu came in with a bowl of bird's nest porridge, "Madam, it's time for you to have dinner..."

With a "boom", the bowl in Aunt Wu's hand fell to the carpet.

…

The entire apartment fell into a gloomy silence. Aunt Wu stood aside, not daring to express her anger.

On the sofa in the living room, Gu Mohan leaned lazily on the back of the sofa. His two proud long legs did not overlap, but stretched forward uninhibitedly and wildly. He held a cigarette between the slender fingers of his right hand. He frowned and swallowed the clouds and mist.

The green smoke blurred his vision, and no one knew what he was thinking.

At this time, the apartment door was opened, and Yan Dong walked in quickly. He reported in a low voice, "President, according to your order, I blocked all the traffic in Yecheng and conducted a blanket search, but no one was found." Miss Tang, Miss Tang seems to have disappeared from the world."

Gu Mohan took a deep puff of cigarette, then raised his head and blew out the smoke, "She will not disappear from the world, and she cannot leave Ye Cheng in such a short period of time. She just hid herself so that I would not find her. "

"President, what should we do now? Ye Cheng doesn't say big or small. Looking for Miss Tang like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Besides, Miss Tang is still pregnant..."

When it came to the word "pregnancy", Gu Mohan's smoking movements became obviously more urgent, and his whole person became a bit gloomy.

As long as she is still in Yecheng, he will find her one day.

But he couldn't wait.

She took away his women and his sons.

The important thing is that she wants to leave him so much that even if he catches her back, she will still run away.

How to make her come back willingly?

Gu Mohan quietly finished a cigarette, then bent down and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He reached out and flicked the ashes on his trousers, took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, and dialed a mobile number.

"Xi Yan, let's get married."

He is getting married to Jun Xiyan.

He did nothing, just waited here for her to come back.

He bets this marriage on her return.

She will definitely come back, right?

Because if she doesn't come back this time, there will be no future between her and him, and she won't come back again.

He was forcing her. He had no choice but to force her.

It's a big gamble.

…

The news of the marriage between Gu Jun's family quickly spread throughout Yecheng like a hustle and bustle. On the night before the wedding, in the study room.

Mr. Gu was sitting on a chair with a mobile phone in his hand. He was talking to someone on the phone.

"Hey, Mr. Lu, I really congratulate you. Mo Han and Xi Yan are getting married tomorrow. Jun Mosheng, the second young master of the Jun family, the president of country Z, and the only one who can be as famous as you back then, finally wants to be the king after 20 years. Returning to Yecheng."

A few seconds later, Lu Jinwen's deep voice came from the other end. He was smiling, "Same joy, Mr. Gu, you got your wish. Your grandson finally married your favorite granddaughter-in-law. Gu Jun's family has got married. .”

"Haha," Mr. Gu laughed twice, "I got what I wanted, and Mr. Lu also got what you wanted. You have been waiting for Jun Mosheng to return to Yecheng, asking you to enter the urn so that you can catch Lin Xuanji. It’s just that I don’t understand, is Mr. Lu so sure that Lin Xuanji is at Jun Mosheng’s place?”

"This is none of your business."

"Okay, okay, I don't care. Actually, Mr. Lu, I really like Lin Xuanji. Do you know why? Because Lin Xuanji has disappeared for so many years, but she never seems to have left. Mr. Lu is almost going crazy looking for her. , Lin Xuanji obviously didn't do anything, but she used her departure and long time to torture Mr. Lu crazy."

There was no sound from the other end, not even Lu Jinwen's breathing.

"Mr. Lu, were you the one who ordered the abortion pill that Mo'er took in the hospital?" Mr. Gu asked with a smile.

Now Lu Jinwen's indifferent voice came over, "Oh, I thought it was Mr. Gu who sent someone to do it."

Mr. Gu laughed loudly, "I don't agree with Mo Han and Mo'er being together. In fact, the person who disagrees the most is you, Mr. Lu. It's obvious that your daughter likes Mo Han so much, but you have never seen your daughter in your eyes. Happiness, you have only one purpose, which is to ask Jun Mosheng to come back and catch Lin Xuanji. Didn't you make the abortion pills and break up Mo Han and Mo'er for this?"

"Ha," Lu Jinwen laughed softly, "I thought you were the one who made the abortion pill. You have never seen the happiness of your grandson in your eyes. Even if it is your first great-grandchild, you don't want it. What you value is nothing but the interests of the rich."

"So, many people say that Mr. Lu and I are the same type of people, cold-blooded and ruthless."

"Since you know who I am, don't touch Mo'er."

"Don't worry, Mr. Gu, I pray in my heart every day that your daughter won't mess with my grandson. How dare I touch her."

The two were playing Tai Chi, but Lu Jinwen hung up the phone first.

Mr. Gu put down his cell phone. At this time, the housekeeper stepped forward and asked doubtfully, "Old man, did the abortion pill really come from you?"

Mr. Gu raised his head and glanced at the housekeeper...

…

On the mountain, in a small bungalow.

In the study, Lu Jinwen hung up the phone. At this time, Butler Ye stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Sir, did you really do the abortion pill that the eldest lady took?"

Lu Jinwen put the phone on the desk, then raised his handsome and deep eyelids and glanced at Butler Ye.

This unclear look made Butler Ye startled for a moment, and then he asked, "Sir, the eldest lady is already asleep. She doesn't know the news about Gu Mohan's wedding to Jun Xiyan tomorrow. Should she tell the news?" Miss?"

Steward Ye said hesitantly, "Jun Mosheng will enter the country tomorrow. This big wedding is inevitable, but the eldest lady and Gu Mohan... everyone can see that Gu Mohan will take this big wedding as a Force the eldest lady to show up, if the eldest lady doesn't go, then Gu Mohan will really marry Jun Xiyan."

Lu Jinwen lowered his handsome eyebrows and remained silent for a long time. A gloomy and depressing aura lingered around him.

Jun Mosheng returned to Yecheng. He had been waiting for this day for too long.

…

The next day.

The wedding was held in a church, a ten-mile foreign venue, covered with flowers and a red carpet.