Auntie Su listened to the deep and magnetic male voice. It wasn't Sir.
But it was Gu Mohan's phone number.
"Hello, I'm looking for Sir."
Mexico, Gu Ding Castle. In the huge wine cellar. Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan beside him. Gu Mohan was already drunk.
Fu Qinglun held his phone with one hand and brought the wine glass to his lips with the other. He took a sip nonchalantly. "Your Sir is drunk. Tell me what you want."
"Hello, Sir. It's like this. Miss Tang brought Little Young Master back for the night. I want to ask Sir about it."
Tang Mo 'er brought Little Niuniu back.
Fu Qinglun looked at the drunk Gu Mohan and curved his dark red lips. He came all the way here to get drunk because of Tang Mo 'er.
"Let her bring him back. She's your Little Young Master's Mommy."
Auntie Su, who was on the other end of the line, gasped.
Miss Tang was Little Young Master's Mommy?
At this moment, with two beeps, the other end of the line hung up.
…
Tang Mo 'er brought Gu Yelin back to her apartment. After dinner, she gave Little Munchkin a bath.
"Niuniu, sit here. I'll apply some medicine for you."
Tang Mo 'er bought some medicine when she passed by the pharmacy.
Little Munchkin obediently sat beside Tang Mo 'er. Tang Mo' er applied the medicine for him and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Little Munchkin shook his head. "No, Fairy Sister. I'm a little man."
Tang Mo 'er was amused. She kissed Little Munchkin's cheek. "Good boy."
Taking out her storybook, Tang Mo 'er told Little Munchkin another story and the two of them fell asleep.
After some time, Tang Mo 'er heard a weak and childish voice. "It hurts … Fairy Sister, it hurts so much …"
Tang Mo 'er woke up in shock. It was only six in the morning. Little Munchkin's face was burning red.
She reached out to touch Little Munchkin's forehead. It was so hot.
Little Munchkin had a high fever.
Why would he have a fever for no reason?
"Niuniu, are you feeling terrible? Carry me, I'll send you to the hospital now. "Tang Mo 'er carried Little Munchkin.
…
Twenty minutes later.
Little Munchkin was sent to the hospital. After the doctor examined him, he asked with a grave expression, "Miss Tang, did you apply some ointment on Little Master Gu? There's something wrong with this ointment!"
Tang Mo 'er's face turned pale. Was there something wrong with the ointment?
How could this be?
The ointment was bought at the drugstore.
"I'll give Little Master Gu an IV now. If his fever doesn't subside, his life will be in danger. Miss Tang, I suggest you give President Gu a call now." The doctor left.
Tang Mo 'er stood rooted to the ground, her limbs turning cold. Niuniu's life was in danger?!
She quickly took out her cell phone and unblocked Gu Mohan's number. She dialed the number.
Mexico.
Gu Mohan was woken up by the melodious ringtone of his cell phone. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by the luxurious vintage chandelier. He was sleeping at Fu Qinglun's place.
He picked up the phone and answered the call. "Hello."
Tang Mo 'er's sensual voice came through the phone. "Gu Mohan, bad news. Something happened to Niuniu and he's in the hospital now."
Gu Mohan immediately sat up on the bed. He lifted the blanket and got off the bed. He asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
"Niuniu was injured in kindergarten yesterday. I bought some ointment from the drugstore to apply on Niuniu, but Niuniu developed a high fever in the morning. The doctor said that there's something wrong with the ointment. If Niuniu's fever doesn't subside, his life will be … in danger …"
Tang Mo 'er choked with sobs when she said the last few words.
Gu Mohan furrowed his brows, but there wasn't much emotion on his handsome face. "Don't cry, I'm here."
He said, don't cry, I'm here.
Tang Mo 'er's lustrous eyes were instantly filled with tears when he said those words in a low and magnetic voice. It was a strange feeling, it was as if his broad chest and broad shoulders would always be able to shield her and Niuniu from the wind and rain.
At this moment, their hearts were so close.
"I'll rush back soon. Stay at the hospital and take care of Niuniu. I'll say it again, don't cry," he instructed in a low voice.
Tang Mo 'er lifted her luscious lashes and promptly suppressed the tears in her eyes. She nodded her head vigorously. "Mm."
Gu Mohan hung up the phone and opened the room door.
Just as he stepped out of the room, a tall figure appeared along the corridor that was covered with handmade carpets. It was Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan. "You're going back?"
"Mm, something happened to Niuniu. He's about to cry."
Fu Qinglun's eyes darkened when he heard 'something happened to Niuniu'. But when he heard 'he's about to cry', Fu Qinglun raised his brows again.
Gu Mohan walked past him. But after taking two steps, Gu Mohan turned around again. "Let's go back together."
"I'm not going back."
Gu Mohan gave Fu Qinglun a kick, leaving a footprint on his trousers. "Don't be a coward." Gu Mohan spat out two words from his thin lips.
Don't … be a coward …
"Ha." Fu Qinglun raised his brows and gave a low laugh. "Coward my ass."
"I'm not a coward!" With that, Gu Mohan's thin lips curved into a sarcastic smile. "The Fu family is about to collapse because of you. You can deal with others when they're down, but you're so cowardly just because of Lin Shiyu?"
Hearing this name again after three years, Fu Qinglun's handsome features instantly revealed a sinister sharpness. "You speak as if you've already conquered Tang Mo 'er. If you're not a coward, then why are you here drinking at my place?"
Gu Mohan pursed his thin lips, glanced at him impassively and walked away.
…
Two hours later.
Gu Mohan alighted from the plane at the Capital's airport. There was a luxurious limousine parked outside. Yan Dong opened the back door and Gu Mohan got into the car.
The luxurious car sped away.
At this moment, there was a beautiful scenery in the airport hall, attracting the attention of passersby.
Fu Qinglun was back.
Today, Fu Qinglun was wearing a custom-made white shirt and black trousers. The silver buttons on his sleeves shone brightly, accentuating the expensive watch on his sturdy wrist. There was a butler and a personal assistant following behind him. His outfit was low-key, but at the same time, it exuded a domineering aura.
His fair and slender fingers held onto a thin black cell phone and he was sending a WeChat message to Grandma.
— -Grandson, have you arrived?
— -Mm, I've arrived.
— -Grandson, this time when you return to Karghalik, don't come back alone. If you're alone, then don't come back.
— — …
Just as Fu Qinglun was about to keep his cell phone, a small soft object bumped into his sturdy calf. A soft and sweet voice was heard. "Ah."
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