Everything would get better.
"Mo 'er, remember this. You must remember this. This is your Mr Gu, the Mr Gu you love. Don't ever forget him again!"
…
At night, Auntie Wu was about to switch off the lights. At this moment, she suddenly saw that the lights in the kitchen were still on. There was a tall and handsome figure standing in the kitchen.
Sir?
It was so late, what was Sir doing in the kitchen?
Auntie Wu walked to the door and saw Gu Mohan standing by the sink with a knife in his hand. He was cutting the bamboo shoots.
After cutting the bamboo shoots, he cut the meat slices. There was a book beside his hand. It was Cooking Knowledge and it was on the page of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.
Tang Mo 'er loved Jun Chulin's stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, so he was learning how to make it.
Stir-Fried pork with bamboo shoots was the first dish he learned, and he learned it because of her.
Tang Mo 'er was already asleep. Gu Mohan was wearing a black shirt, which was not tucked into his trousers. It was casually hanging down and the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing half of his muscular chest. He was bathed in the dim yellow light of the kitchen, exuding a homey warmth.
This man was the leader of the business world, and he had great influence. On such a night, he had retreated from all the luxuries and made soup for a woman.
The pot was already heated and he added oil. Gu Mohan poured the meat slices into the pot. As he was inexperienced, a few drops of hot oil splashed onto his hand, causing it to turn red.
But he didn't mind it at all and continued to study his dish.
Auntie Wu stood behind and watched this scene. Her eyes were a little red. Sir was so good to Madam.
…
The next day.
Because of the long night, Tang Mo 'er woke up late. It was already noon when she woke up.
She opened the door and walked out. Her bright eyes searched around, but she suddenly didn't know who she was looking for.
Her mind was blank. She had even forgotten about Jun Chulin.
Her red lips moved. She wanted to call out to someone, but she couldn't remember who to call. She had also forgotten about Mr Gu.
She had forgotten about Mr Gu and his name.
It was as though something important in her life had suddenly disappeared. She tried hard to search in her mind, but she couldn't find anything.
Her mind was blank.
She stood alone in the living room, empty and lost. Suddenly, she did not know what she should do.
Who was she?
At this moment, she heard a deep and magnetic voice. "Mo 'er, what are you standing there for? Come here."
Tang Mo 'er glanced sideways and saw Gu Mohan standing in the dining room. He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. His handsome face and tall figure made him look so elegant and dignified that he attracted the attention of others.
Her delicate face froze for a moment.
At this moment, Gu Mohan stretched out his long legs and walked over. He stretched out his large palm and held her delicate hand. His deep voice was filled with tenderness. "Mo 'er, you must be hungry. Let's eat."
He held her little hand and led her into the dining room.
There were three dishes and one soup on the dining table, which looked, smelled, and looked delicious. There was also a bone and winter melon soup, which was refreshing and delicious.
Auntie Wu served two bowls of rice and said with a smile, "Madam, hurry up and try the dishes. These dishes were personally cooked by Sir."
Tang Mo 'er looked at the man beside her. His side profile was handsome and attractive. She seemed to know him, but she couldn't recall his name.
Did he cook for her?
Gu Mohan picked up a piece of stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots and placed it in her small bowl. "Mo 'er, try it and see if it's delicious."
Tang Mo 'er picked up her chopsticks and tasted it. Mm, it was delicious.
This was probably the best stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots that she had ever eaten.
At this moment, she suddenly saw a large red patch on the man's large palm. There were even a few large blisters on it. Her heart skipped a beat, as if a thin needle had pierced through her heart.
She promptly stretched out her delicate hands and hugged the man's large palm, her soft fingertips caressing his wound.
Gu Mohan could see half of her delicate face. Her silky black hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing her snow-white earlobes and exquisite facial features. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she looked as though she was in heartache.
"Mo 'er, it doesn't hurt. It's alright."
It was enough for her to feel distressed for him.
Tang Mo 'er's luscious lashes quivered, her red lips moving forward and she blew on his wound.
It didn't hurt anymore after she blew.
Such a childish and adorable action made Gu Mohan's lips curve into a faint smile.
…
After lunch, Tang Mo 'er wanted to eat an apple.
But the apple was placed on top of the fridge and she was short, so she couldn't reach it.
She lifted her head and looked at the apple with her lustrous eyes. The apple was red, big and fragrant, exuding an incomparable temptation. She tiptoed to reach it.
But she still couldn't reach it.
At this moment, a large palm stretched out from behind her, reaching above the fridge and directly holding the big red apple in his palm.
"Here you go." The man handed the apple to her.
Tang Mo 'er turned around, Gu Mohan's handsome face magnified in her vision. He wiped his trouser pocket with one hand and handed the apple to her with the other.
Now that she was stuck between his broad and warm chest and the fridge, her delicate little nose could smell the clean, masculine scent of his body. It was especially charming.
This scent was so familiar.
But she couldn't recall where it was.
She stretched out her fair hand, wanting to take the red apple in his large palm.
But the man suddenly raised his hand, his large palm holding the apple on top of the fridge. His tall and handsome body suddenly pressed closer. "You want to eat it? Tell me, who am I? "
Who was he?
Tang Mo 'er's clear eyes looked at him in confusion.
Gu Mohan looked down at the delicate and confused face in his arms. "Mo 'er, have you forgotten about me? Call me, call me … Mr Gu …"
Mr Gu?
Mr Gu!
Many images suddenly appeared in Tang Mo 'er's mind, just like a movie. Three years ago, she had bumped into his arms and said — -Sir, you're my man from now on.
That day outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, her soft fingers caressed his handsome face — -Mr Gu, I will never forget you, I definitely won't.
Mr Gu.
Oh, so it was her Mr Gu.
She remembered everything now.
Tang Mo 'er's bright eyes exuded a dazzling radiance. She pounced over and threw herself into the man's arms, stretching out her slender arms to hug his muscular torso.
This warm and fragrant little body was once again in his arms. Gu Mohan felt his entire heart fill up. His soft thin lips pressed against her silky hair and kissed her forcefully. He coaxed in a low voice, "Mo 'er, be good, call me … Mr Gu."
He wanted to hear it.
He wanted to hear her call him Mr Gu.
Tang Mo 'er curved her red lips in his arms and said in a soft voice, "Gu …"
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