Chapter 7
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Tang Mo 'er didn't even turn back. She went straight into the kitchen. She hadn't had dinner and was a little hungry.
…
Ten minutes later, Uncle Fu arrived.
Tang Mo 'er passed the paper bag to Gu Mohan. Gu Mohan took a look and furrowed his handsome brows.
She knew what he was thinking. He threw the bloody shirt into the trash can. She took a casual glance at it. The shirt seemed to be handmade. Just the shiny button on the sleeves probably cost tens of thousands of yuan. This man was very rich and probably had a high status. He had a high standard of living.
Gu Mohan?
She whispered the name in her heart. She was familiar with the bigwigs in Karghalik, but she had never heard of Gu Mohan. Was he not from Karghalik?
What did he do? Was it a financial crime? Was he bankrupt now and was being hunted down in Karghalik?
No matter what, she only hoped that he wouldn't create trouble for her. He would stay for a few days and leave peacefully.
"Mr Gu, just put up with it. I bought this shirt from the mall and it costs more than a thousand dollars."
Gu Mohan glanced at her and took the paper bag.
Tang Mo 'er returned to the kitchen and scooped the noodles into a bowl. She was about to sprinkle some chopped green onions on it.
But she suddenly heard a deep and magnetic voice. "I don't eat green onions."
Tang Mo 'er was shocked. She glanced sideways and saw Gu Mohan.
The man had put on a black shirt and black trousers. He had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and a black leather belt was fastened around his muscular waist, revealing his two strong long legs. He exuded an unapproachable, handsome, and noble aura.
He was definitely the first person Tang Mo 'er had ever seen who could wear a shirt that cost more than a thousand dollars in style.
In fact, the most important thing for a man to wear a shirt and trousers was his aura. He had to be able to support the clothes. His tall figure was like a walking hanger. Coupled with his aloof aura, he was perfect.
"What does it have to do with me if you don't eat green onions? These noodles are for me to eat … Hey!"
Before she could finish speaking, the bowl in her hand had already been snatched away by the man.
She wanted to snatch it back.
But the man suddenly turned around and his handsome face was right in front of her. "I forgot to tell you …"
Tang Mo 'er froze, she hadn't expected him to suddenly turn around and get so close to her. From such a close distance, she could see that his features were flawlessly handsome. "Wh … what?"
Gu Mohan looked at her small face. Under the light, her fair skin reflected a layer of lustrous light. Even the little hairs on it were crystal clear and soft.
Her lips were very pretty, cherry-red, and very attractive.
Gu Mohan's Adam's apple bobbed gently. Three years ago, he had tasted those lips. That feeling … was unforgettable.
He lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "The largest size of underwear is also a little small."
"…"
Gu Mohan walked out.
Tang Mo 'er's face flushed red. What did he mean by telling her this? Was he trying to show off how big that part of his was?
She didn't!
How could he have the nerve to do that?
Tang Mo 'er angrily ate another bowl of noodles. When she walked into the dining room, she saw the man sitting there, eating his noodles. His posture was elegant. In fact, eating a meal was the best way to tell a person's upbringing and self-restraint. He must have come from a good family background.
She was really hungry, so she sat opposite him and started eating her noodles.
The two of them spent the night peacefully. She slept in her bedroom and he slept in the guest room.
…
The next morning.
Tang Mo 'er was woken up by Qi Xi's phone call. "Hello, Mo' er, are you awake yet? Hurry up and turn on the computer."
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