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Chapter 2

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It was just three simple words, but his voice was deep and magnetic.

Tang Mo 'er swore that this was the best voice she had ever heard.

She opened the car door and promptly got in.

The chauffeur started the car.



In the silent car, Tang Mo 'er felt a little embarrassed. The car was custom-made and there was not a single speck of dust on it. She was a little disheveled. Not only was her dress dirty, there was even a scratch on her knee. She sat cautiously, afraid that she would dirty his car.

She stretched out her slender arms and hugged herself. She didn't feel it earlier, but now she realized that her body was getting hotter and hotter. She felt as though there were ants gnawing on her bones.

She bit down on her moist lower lip with her white teeth and lifted her eyes to look at the man opposite her. His attention was not on her, but on the documents.

He was really good looking. The contours of his side profile were like a work of art. He was even better looking than her fiancé, Su Zhe.

He had a good figure too. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs. He did not lose out to those international male models.

The noble and elegant aura he exuded was like a magnet that firmly attracted her gaze. She felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Se … Mister …"

When Gu Mohan was reading the documents, he heard the girl opposite him calling him. Her voice was soft and his eardrums were numb.

He lifted his eyes.

The girl's clear eyes became misty, even her bright face looked a little seductive. She looked at him and stammered, "Mister, can I … ask you for a favor?"

"Speak."

"You're … a feast for the eyes. If I can't control myself and pounce on you later, can you … knock me out?"

The chauffeur was speechless.

It was okay, it wasn't embarrassing. There was an endless stream of women pouncing on Mister.

Gu Mohan raised his good-looking brows, his deep and narrow eyes were tinged with a hint of a smile. "Alright."

A few seconds later, he heard the girl's soft voice again. "Se … Mister …"

Gu Mohan lifted his eyes again.

A soft and fragrant body pounced on him. "Mister, you're really a feast for the eyes. Can you … let me kiss you?"

She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him on the lips.

Her lips were soft, smooth, and fragrant. The girl's lips were as soft as jelly.

Gu Mohan's muscles stiffened and his breathing quickened.

He actually did not reject a woman's kiss, or rather … a woman.

He furrowed his brows and pushed her away. "Do you want me to knock you out, hm?"

Tang Mo 'er lifted her tiny face and looked at him. He had a clean and masculine scent, it smelled especially good.

She became more and more mesmerized, even his handsome face seemed to overlap with Su Zhe's. She straddled his muscular torso and her fair legs were wrapped around his trousers. She stretched out her small hands to tug on the belt around his waist. "Su Zhe, what's wrong with you? Why did you hit me? I'm Mo 'er, Mo' er is in pain …" Su Zhe's eyes widened.

Su Zhe?

This girl was calling out another man's name on his body. Gu Mohan's deep and narrow eyes suddenly turned cold. He raised his hand and pulled her down from his thighs.

Tang Mo 'er lost her balance and fell onto the soft woolen carpet.

Ugh, it hurt.

Her clear eyes were quickly covered with a layer of crystal-clear tears. The feeling of her body made her feel so helpless. She felt so uncomfortable that she just wanted to cry. Looking at him, her cherry lips trembled, and she actually looked a little more pitiful.

"Su Zhe, you really hit me, sob sob …"

Gu Mohan lifted his hand to his forehead. He couldn't take it anymore. He put down the documents and knelt down on one knee. He stretched out his large palm and caressed her little head. "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. Don't cry, hm?"

Tang Mo 'er was just like a kitten who had been given a little bit of candy. She tugged on the man's shirt with her tiny hands and sniffled her red nose. "I want a hug."

"…"

He stretched out his large palm and held her svelte waist, pulling her into his arms. His voice was hoarse and helpless. "Gu Mohan, remember my name. Come back when you're older."

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