Chapter 707
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It only knew how to tug at women's skirts!
Tang Mo 'er tried her best to calm herself down. She was afraid that her violent movements would agitate the Golden Retriever. She didn't want the Golden Retriever to pounce on her and bite her.
She held onto her skirt with one hand and tried to pull the skirt back from the Golden Retriever's mouth with the other. She coaxed it gently, "Golden Retriever, be good and give me your skirt. It's not polite to bite a woman's skirt.
"If you tear my skirt, I'll get your master to compensate for it. My skirt isn't cheap at all."
The waiter stood at one side. He didn't dare to touch the Golden Retriever because it was Mr Gu's dog.
Just as Tang Mo 'er was at her wits' end, the door of the luxurious private room opened with a thud.
A deep and magnetic voice rang in his ears. "Bluse, come here."
Tang Mo 'er turned around when she heard the voice. A tall and handsome figure stood by the door.
It was Gu Mohan.
Today, Gu Mohan was wearing a custom-made white shirt and black trousers. The high-quality material was ironed without a single crease and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. He wore an expensive steel watch on his wrist and exuded an aura of superiority and indifference.
They hadn't seen each other for three years. Time had given this man an even more distinguished identity and a calm and reserved aura. His every action exuded an indescribable charm.
Gu Mohan stood there, his deep and narrow eyes landing on Tang Mo 'er's small face.
He didn't expect to bump into the stranger he was most familiar with today.
It had been three years and she was back.
Tang Mo 'er's eyes met with the man's. She shifted her gaze away after a few seconds. She didn't know him.
But he seemed to be the Golden Retriever's master.
She lowered her thick lashes and looked at Bluse, threatening it. "Your master is here. Hurry up and let go of my skirt. If not, I'm going to ask your master why he likes to tug at women's skirts so much."
Woof woof woof.
Bluse barked a few times, tugging on Tang Mo 'er's skirt as it ran towards Gu Mohan.
Bluse's speed was too fast and Tang Mo 'er was pulled over by a strong force. She was caught off guard and tripped over it, her delicate body falling forward.
Ah!
Tang Mo 'er screamed with a pale face. She closed her eyes and waited for the intimate contact with the carpet.
But before she could wait, a strong arm suddenly reached over and wrapped around her slim waist. The man tugged her forcefully and she fell into a warm and wide embrace.
Tang Mo 'er had slammed her face into the wall. It hurt, and her nose was almost crooked from the impact.
This man's chest was like a wall, so hard.
Her luscious lashes fluttered and tears welled up in her eyes. She lifted her head and looked at the man. "Sir, I think you should really control your Golden Retriever. A woman's skirt shouldn't be tugged so casually."
Gu Mohan held her slender waist with one arm and lowered his handsome face to look at the woman in his arms. He curved his thin lips. "Sir?"
His deep and magnetic voice revealed a merciless sneer.
Sir.
These two words really made him laugh.
Tang Mo 'er furrowed her pretty brows. She was unhappy with his attitude. At this moment, she smelled a clean and masculine scent. He seemed to have smoked, and there was a faint tobacco smell. It wasn't unpleasant, but it smelled good.
This smell made her heart palpitate inexplicably.
"Sir, let go of me!" She twisted her waist, but she was still in his arms.
Gu Mohan glanced at her. Her bright and clear eyes were covered with a layer of crystal-clear tears. He hadn't seen her for three years, and her eyes had become even more seductive.
"Bluse usually doesn't tug on a woman's skirt, unless … the woman smells good."
"…"
She had just told Bluse that she wanted to ask its owner why Bluse liked to tug on women's skirts so much. Now he had given her an answer.
He said that she smelled good.
Tang Mo 'er wasn't an innocent young girl anymore. His answer was very suggestive.
His muscular arm was still around her slender waist. He was so strong, and Tang Mo 'er felt that her delicate skin was burning.
She lifted her head and looked at the man, her exquisite features exuding a mesmerizing charm. "Sir, how many fragrant women have you hugged before?"
Gu Mohan raised his good-looking brows. He was sexy and charming. "You want to know?"
"What I want to know is, did any of those fragrant women give you a slap?" Tang Mo 'er raised her hand, wanting to slap the man's handsome face.
Gu Mohan let go of her and took a step back.
Their bodies were separated, and the ambiguous feeling dissipated. Tang Mo 'er didn't really want to hit him. This man had come out from the luxurious private room, and he was either rich or influential. She didn't want to cause trouble for herself.
She stretched her hand out to adjust the hem of her skirt. Fortunately, her skirt hadn't been bitten.
Gu Mohan stuck both hands into his trousers pockets and looked at her. The woman's delicate back was straightened, and her stiletto heels made her seductive S-shaped body even more voluptuous.
She was wearing a black sleeveless dress, and her slender arms were exposed. From his angle, he could almost see her white lace bra. The combination of black and white was already seductive, and now it was even more conspicuous.
"I'll compensate you with a dress."
"Thank you."
Tang Mo 'er replied casually, and turned around to leave.
At this moment, the private room door was pulled open, and a president popped his head out. "President Gu, why aren't you coming in … Ah, isn't this Beauty Tang?"
The president's eyes lit up when he saw Tang Mo 'er.
Tang Mo 'er glanced at the president, she didn't have any impression of him. Three years ago, she had been stared at by many men in the entertainment industry, and she couldn't remember these people.
But this private room was filled with the bigwigs and business tycoons of the Capital.
"President Gu, since Beauty Tang is here, why don't you let Beauty Tang in to have some fun?" The president suggested.
"…"
Could she reject him?
Gu Mohan looked at Tang Mo 'er coldly, and didn't say a word. He turned around and entered the private room.
The president knew that Gu Mohan had agreed to it!
"Beauty Tang, hurry up and come in to have some fun!" The president couldn't wait any longer, and pulled Tang Mo 'er in.
…
In the private room.
Tang Mo 'er took a look, there were a few business tycoons inside, and they were all big bosses of the Capital. They were all accompanied by beautiful women.
Gu Mohan sat on the burgundy sofa at the innermost seat of the host. His handsome back leaned indolently against the sofa and his long legs were crossed elegantly. He picked up a cigar with his well-defined fingers and placed it between his thin lips. One of the presidents leaned over and lit up the cigar for him.
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