Chapter 691 After Many Years, She Still Remembers Her 26th Birthday

Tang Moer stopped and pulled back her little hand.

Lu Yeming looked back and looked at the direction where Gu Mohan disappeared, then his eyes fell on her little face, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Tang Moer shook her head, "Nothing, I want to go to the bathroom."

She turned and left.

...

In the luxurious box.

Gu Mohan handed a card to Feng Lingxue, "I have arranged it for you, and you can have the surgery tomorrow."

Feng Lingxue took the card and put it in her bag, "Thank you, Mr. Gu."

"Don't have sex before the operation," Gu Mohan said as he took out a cigarette, "I think I saw Xuanying just now."

Xuanying also came to the Soul-Snatching Bar.

Feng Lingxue's cold face was a little pale, and she didn't speak.

The box was quiet, and the two of them had their own thoughts. Gu Mohan lit the lighter and nodded slightly to light the cigarette at his fingertips.

His mind was full of the soft and charming little face he saw in the corridor just now...

He frowned.

At this time, "ding", he received a text message.

Taking out her phone, she opened it and saw that it was from Lu Yeming. It was just a few simple words - she went to see you.

Gu Mohan paused, took back his phone, and lit up his cigarette. The smoke quickly blurred his handsome face.

He stood up, "I'll go out for a while."

"Okay." Feng Lingxue replied lightly.

...

Tang Moer stood in the corridor, looking at the closed door of the box in front of her, and Gu Mohan was inside.

She raised her little hand and wanted to knock on the door.

But soon, her movement stopped, and her little hand froze in mid-air.

Then, her hand fell down.

Today is her birthday.

As the heir of Gu and Lu, little Gu Yelin was sent to a closed high-IQ training base by Gu Mohan at the age of 5 for the orthodox education of the heir of a wealthy family. As a mother, she could not see little Gu Yelin several times a year.

On this day, little Gu Yelin was not by her side.

She wanted to spend time with him.

She missed him very much.

But they were divorced.

Tang Moer lowered her head and turned around.

She was about to leave, and at this moment, with a creak, the door of the luxury box opened, a beam of light shone through it, and a tall and handsome figure.

Tang Moer froze, then slowly turned around.

Gu Mohan stood by the door with a tall and long leg, and the bright light came from behind, giving him a layer of gold.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, and held a cigarette between his two slender fingers.

Their eyes met, and Tang Moer was a little embarrassed. She didn't expect him to come out, "Mr. Gu, long time no see."

She greeted dryly.

Gu Mohan took a puff of the cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke, and he responded, "Yeah."

He spit all the smoke on her little face. Although he avoided her mouth and nose, the strong smell of tobacco made her delicate little face blush.

Did he do it on purpose?

Tang Moer bit her red lips with her fine white teeth, "Then I'll go first."

Gu Mohan looked at her, and her lower lip lost its delicate color after biting it. His eyes deepened, and then he nodded, "Yes."

Tang Moer turned around and left.

She left.

She felt very sad, as if there was an empty space in her heart. Tang Moer's white eyes slowly turned red, and she suddenly thought of her 26th birthday this year.

He was nine years older than her, and he was also 35.

Everyone around them was already happy, Yan Ye and An An, Fu Shao and Shi Shi, but they were still wasting time.

Tang Moer thought of herself when she was 21 years old, still bright and beautiful, arrogant and arrogant. That year she met him from the imperial capital.

Time flies, and it passes in a flash.

She stood in front of the elevator and began to wait for the elevator.

At this moment, she suddenly saw a person on the shiny mirror of the elevator, and the tall and handsome figure followed her.

Gu Mohan followed her all the way.

When she left, he followed her.

But she kept her head down all the way, and no one knew what she was thinking.

He stopped behind her, the cigarette on his fingertips had burned out, and he put the cigarette butt out in the trash can.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened, and two people went in one after the other.

...

There were only two people in the elevator, Tang Moer stood in front, and Gu Mohan stood in the back.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at her figure. Today she wore a nude pink skirt, with a nude pink transparent gauze cover on the outside and a white sling inside, which was a playful and sexy little woman.

The wavy hair was casually draped over her small shoulders, and she was wearing a pair of white shoes on her feet. The whole person was a combination of purity and tenderness.

Over the years, time has slowly settled her aggressiveness, making her more and more attractive.

Tang Moer knew he was looking at her.

She looked at him in the mirror, watching him look at her.

The two did not say a word, but their empty hearts quickly filled and warmed.

…

After exiting the elevator, Tang Moer stood on the street and hailed a taxi.

The taxi stopped and she reached out to open the back door, but a large hand with clear outlines reached out and opened the back door before her.

She sat in, and then the seat next to her sank, and he also sat in.

The driver in front asked, "Sir, Miss, where are you going?"

She didn't say anything.

His low and magnetic voice rang in her ears, "Just take a detour."

"Okay."

The taxi started moving, and the cool breeze at night blew in, blowing Tang Mo'er's long hair.

She side-glanced at the bright neon lights of the city outside the window. For so many years, he had always traveled in a limited edition luxury car. This was the first time for the two of them to take a taxi.

Gu Mohan felt a slight itch on his handsome cheeks, and the cool breeze blew her hair. A few strands of her hair were entangled on his face, and he could vaguely smell the fragrance of her hair in his nose.

"Sit tight."

The driver in front reminded him at this time, turned the steering wheel, and the taxi turned a corner quickly.

Tang Mo'er didn't sit tight, and because of inertia, she fell to the man beside her.

At this time, a strong arm reached out and hugged her slender waist, naturally pulling her into his arms.

Tang Mo'er stretched out her two small hands to hug his sturdy waist, and the densely combed feathers gently gathered around him. She closed her eyes and let two drops of hot tears slide from the corners of her eyes.

Many years later, she still clearly remembered that night, her 26th birthday, when she nestled in his warm and broad arms in a taxi.