Chapter 168
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The man and the boy's eyes met and sparks flew.
Tang Mo 'er could smell the tension in the air. She quickly tugged on Tang Chenyi's sleeve. "Chenyi, this is Elder Sister's boyfriend, Gu Mohan. He won't hurt Elder Sister."
Hearing this, Tang Chenyi slowly let go of Tang Mo 'er and turned around to enter his room.
Tang Mo 'er looked at her younger brother's back view. He was 15 years old and looked a little thin. Because he was born with a speech impediment, many people called him Little Mute in private. He didn't have any friends and didn't try to communicate with others. He seemed to be a loner.
Gu Mohan went forward and held her waist. "Your younger brother seems to like you a lot."
Tang Mo 'er curved her lips and revealed a gentle smile. "Other than Grandma who treats me well, Chenyi is the only one who treats me sincerely. At that time, I was harassed by a few hooligans in the countryside. My younger brother was only 10 years old and he kicked those hooligans to the ground. After that, no one dared to harass me anymore."
Looking at Tang Mo 'er's carefree smile, Gu Mohan felt a sudden pain in his heart. He used his large palm to ruffle her hair. "I wasn't involved in your past, but I won't be absent in the future. As long as I'm around, I won't let anyone bully you."
The man's low voice was firm and calm. Tang Mo 'er's heart skipped a beat. "Even so, you can't bully me. So sleep in the guest room tonight!"
…
In the guest room.
Gu Mohan looked at the information sent by Yan Dong on his phone. Tang Chenyi was a mute, but Tang Hai didn't send him to a deaf and mute school. Instead, he was sent to the best high school in the city. Tang Chenyi's results were outstanding and he was always the top student in the city.
He wasn't close to anyone, including his own father and mother, Tang Hai. The only thing he had was his elder sister, Tang Mo 'er.
The information did not show that Tang Chenyi had been to any martial arts school. Gu Mohan switched off his cell phone, his narrow eyes revealing a sharp glint. It was obvious that Tang Chenyi's hearing and speed were extraordinary. He did not see Tang Chenyi's moves just now, but this young man seemed to have accumulated a powerful force in his body.
With Tang Hai and Su Yan's genes, they shouldn't be able to give birth to someone like Tang Chenyi.
This Tang Chenyi was really full of secrets.
…
The next day, Tang Mo 'er and Gu Mohan returned to the city. Upon reaching the city, Tang Mo' er received a call from Qin Yawen, asking to meet her.
She went to the cafe, Qin Yawen was already waiting for her at a table near the window. She placed a copy of the entertainment newspaper on the table. "Take a look at today's entertainment headlines."
Tang Mo 'er took a glance at the headline, it read — -Qin Yawen's husband, Han Dong, was kicked and thrown into the police station after being trampled on by someone during an attempted rape attempt. Below the headline was a lengthy recap of how Qin Yawen and Han Dong had always been the model couple in the entertainment industry. This time, Han Dong's attempted rape attempt had truly shocked everyone. Following the scandal involving Han Xiaowan, Qin Yawen, who was a veteran in the industry, had also been implicated. This incident had caused a heated discussion among the netizens and many netizens were guessing who the woman Han Dong had attempted to rape was.
"Tang Mo 'er, is Han Dong trying to rape you? I've long known that you're a jinx. You snatched Su Zhe away and caused Wanwan to have a miscarriage. Now, you've caused Han Dong and I to be implicated in scandals. Our entire family is in deep trouble because of you. "
Tang Mo 'er hugged her coffee cup. The body of the cup was warm, but her hands were cold. She looked at Qin Yawen with her clear eyes and smiled. "Mrs Han."
Qin Yawen was stunned when she heard the words' Mrs Han '.
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