Chapter 736 Late at Night, Mr. Gu Comes

The room was quiet. Lu Yeming lowered his slender waist and stared deeply at Tang Moer's sleeping face.

Tang Moer was not sleeping well, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly twisted.

At this time, he heard a slight sound behind him, and someone pushed open the door of the room.

Lu Yeming calmly withdrew his gaze and turned to see who was coming.

Jun Xiqing came in.

"Why are you here?" He asked in a low voice, slightly displeased.

Jun Xiqing felt that she had intruded into someone else's private territory and was very unwelcome, but she was not at all embarrassed. She held a plate in both hands and gently placed the freshly baked dried lemons next to Tang Moer's pillow.

The sour and slightly sweet lemon smell spread, and Tang Moer in her sleep subconsciously looked for this smell and moved her little face closer. Her twisted eyebrows slowly loosened and she fell asleep peacefully.

Jun Xiqing looked at Lu Yeming with a sidelong glance and raised her willow eyebrows.

Lu Yeming glanced at her and pursed his lips.

"I just tasted a slice of this lemon, and it tasted weird. Could it be bad?" Jun Xiqing looked at the lemon slice in her hand in confusion.

Lu Yeming stood up and walked over. He stretched out his slender fingers to take the lemon slice in her hand and slowly put it into his mouth...

In an instant, the sour taste of the lemon spread on the tip of his teeth, and he quickly frowned.

Puff.

Jun Xiqing covered her red lips and smiled happily, "Stupid, I lied to you."

Why is she so happy to see him being humiliated?

Lu Yeming stretched out his palm, grabbed her slender wrist, and then gently pulled it.

Jun Xiqing's delicate body suddenly hit his strong arms. She looked up, and her smart eyes looked at him provocatively, "West King, are you angry?"

"Want to attract my attention again?" His fingertips gently rubbed her slender wrist.

Narcissist!

Jun Xiqing pushed him away with force.

At this time, a series of vibrations sounded, and a call came in.

Lu Yeming lowered his eyes and saw that Tang Moer's mobile phone on the bedside cabinet was lit up, and three words jumped on the screen---Mr. Gu.

Gu Mohan called.

Jun Xiqing looked at Lu Yeming. Lu Yeming's handsome face was not emotional. He lowered his waist and picked up the phone with one hand.

Walking to the balcony, he pressed the button to answer the call, "Hello."

Gu Mohan on the other end heard his voice and was silent for two seconds. Gu Mohan's low voice slowly came over, "Your relationship between siblings is so good... Can you answer her call?"

"Or, so late, you are in your sister's room?"

Lu Yeming put one hand in his trouser pocket and held the phone in one hand. Hearing this, he pursed his thin lips.

Across the phone, the two equally deep and wise men overflowed with a bit of smoke-filled war for no reason.

"Mr. Gu." At this time, Jun Xiqing's pretty voice came in time.

Three simple words, but resolved a war.

Lu Yeming glanced sideways and met Jun Xiqing's smart and intelligent eyes. She was also looking at him.

Gu Mohan on the other end was silent for a few seconds, "Where's Mo'er?"

"She's asleep."

"You're sleeping so early?"

"Yeah."

"How's Mo'er doing?"

"...Fine."

"...Then I'll hang up first."

Gu Mohan hung up the phone.

Lu Yeming stood on the balcony, holding his phone in his hand. The cold wind outside blew in, enveloping a chill.

...

Early morning.

Tang Mo'er woke up. Because she was worried, she didn't sleep well. The key point was that she heard a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was gentle and powerful.

Who was knocking on her door at this time?

At this time, a low and magnetic voice came from her ear, "Mo'er."

The familiar voice made Tang Mo'er's clear pupils shrink suddenly. Mr. Gu...

She actually heard Mr. Gu's voice.

Was it because she missed him too much that she had auditory hallucinations?

"Knock knock," the man knocked twice more, "Mo'er, if you don't open the door, I'll go in myself."

With a "click," the doorknob turned, and then the door opened.

Tang Mo'er sat up quickly, her pupils filled with the tall and handsome figure, Gu Mohan.

Gu Mohan really came.

He wore a handmade white shirt, a black suit, and a black tweed coat over the suit. The frost in the early morning of late autumn fell on his handsome shoulders, and a cold and arrogant aura came to his face.

He walked in and closed the door.

Tang Mo'er was shocked, surprised, and at a loss. She jumped off the swing bed and hid in the corner alertly, far away from him.

Fortunately, there was no light in the room.

She didn't know if she had grown old in his eyes?

She would rather not see him.

She wanted the Tang Mo'er he remembered to be beautiful forever.

Gu Mohan stood by the door, taking off his black leather gloves gracefully. His deep narrow eyes fell on Tang Moer's small face. He couldn't see her face clearly, but her bright eyes were like a bright night pearl in the darkness, watery, staring at him nervously and warily.

Gu Mohan slowly raised his thin lips, then opened his arms, "Moer, come here, hug me."

He wanted to hug her.

Let him hug her.

Tang Moer's greasy white eyes quickly turned red, and her densely combed feathers seemed to be a little wet, which made me feel pity.

She lowered her head and ran to the shower room, trying to lock herself in.

But after running two steps, she saw from the corner of her eye that his two long legs wrapped in trousers opened and walked towards her.

She wanted to speed up, and just as her little hand hit the door handle, a strong arm reached out and directly hugged her slender waist.

Gu Mohan gently pulled, and her slender body fell into his warm and firm chest.

With his handsome eyelids drooping, he buried his handsome face in her hair and sniffed deeply, "Heh, why are you running?"

He laughed softly, and the resonance in his chest was transmitted to her back through the clothes, warm and seductive.

Tang Moer wanted to struggle, but it was useless. Her legs softened and she fell into his arms helplessly.

Miss him.

Miss him so much.

"Let me hold you for a while."

Gu Mohan said in a low voice, and held her soft little hand with his big hand, and his five fingers shuttled in, interlocked with her ten fingers, and then placed it on her flat belly.

Tang Moer suddenly decided that she wanted to keep the child.

All her hesitation, uneasiness and confusion could not withstand the big hand he placed on her belly.

She felt his steady and calm strength, and felt... his consistent love.

She wanted to keep the child.

If she gave birth, the child could be born.

Suddenly, his body was in the air, and Gu Mohan picked her up, and with his long legs spread out, he gently placed her on the swing bed, and then took off his shoes and got on the bed.