Gu Mohan had grown up in a dysfunctional family and all the stress and trauma from his childhood had turned into Gu Xiao 'er's second personality.
Gu Xiao 'er could throw the stun baton at Old Master Gu and Huo Yanmei without hesitation, but Gu Mohan couldn't.
Gu Mohan was mature and had been nurtured by higher education. He had a strong sense of family duty and responsibility. He couldn't really hurt the family that had raised him.
Three years ago, in order to protect her, he had imprisoned his parents in the Capital. He had left the Gu Corporation and was penniless. He had done everything he could.
But he wasn't a saint. He didn't expect Old Master Gu to send someone to knock her down. He couldn't resist Gu Xiao 'er replacing his main personality. He didn't expect that after he disappeared, Old Master Gu and Huo Yanmei would only want the business empire that he had built.
Gu Mohan had spent his entire life trying to become stronger and more perfect. He wanted to protect his sister, An 'an. He wanted his mother, who had cheated on him, to have a place in the Gu family. He didn't want to lose the bet that Old Master Gu had placed on him.
He was a good son, a good brother, and a good grandson.
But there was no way to satisfy both sides in this world. Putting in so much effort without getting a response was ultimately a joke. As a son, grandson, and elder brother, he was filled with regret.
Old Madam Lu's words were forceful and reasonable. His heart ached, he was angry and guilty, but he couldn't explain anything.
Now, she said that everyone had an unfairness in their hearts. She allowed him to be imperfect.
Gu Mohan's deep and narrow eyes slowly lit up. After living for so many years, he had always felt that he was alone. But she understood him.
She understood all the loneliness and fatigue in his heart.
She allowed him to no longer be alone.
Gu Mohan's calloused fingers caressed the delicate skin on her face. The palm print had already faded, but there was still a tinge of pink left. He asked hoarsely, "Does it still hurt?"
Tang Mo 'er nodded. "It hurts."
"Then you hit me too! My mother hit you, so you hit her son to vent your anger! "Gu Mohan held her soft hand and slapped his handsome face.
"Hey, Gu Mohan, you're so childish!"
Tang Mo 'er quickly retracted her hand, refusing to hit him.
"Ha." Gu Mohan let out a low chuckle. He rubbed his nose against her little face and said coquettishly, "You're really my good wife. You dote on me."
"Who cares about you? I'm afraid that my hand will hurt! "Tang Mo 'er tried to push him away.
But Gu Mohan held her in his arms, kissing her silky hair with his soft lips. With a voice that only the two of them could hear, he said, "Mrs Gu, only you dote on me."
Only you love me …
His words made Tang Mo 'er's luscious lashes flutter. This man was so good at sweet-talking, he could coax her with just one sentence.
He said that in this world, she was the only one who loved him.
"Mo 'er, before I met you, my life was neither good nor bad. But after meeting you, my life gained color. Thank you for coming into my life, thank you for giving me a son, thank you for giving me a family."
Only now did he have a home.
He had a home that belonged to him.
Tang Mo 'er's bright eyes were filled with tears. She slowly lifted her fair hands, wanting to hug him back.
She wanted to tell him that if she hadn't been hit three years ago, she wouldn't have left. She wouldn't have abandoned him and Niuniu.
If she hadn't lost her memory in these three years, she would have come back to look for him and Niuniu.
She didn't want to abandon them.
She didn't abandon them.
At this moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened and Little Munchkin popped his head out. "Mommy, can you help me wipe my back … Oh, my God.
I didn't see anything. Daddy, Mommy, please continue! "
Looking at his Daddy and Mommy hugging each other, Little Munchkin slammed the door shut with a 'bam'.
"…"
Tang Mo 'er promptly pushed Gu Mohan away. "I'm going to bathe Niuniu."
She lowered her head and walked into the bathroom.
Gu Mohan looked at the woman's pretty figure and really wanted to give Little Munchkin a kick. Sometimes he felt that this son was really unnecessary!
…
In the bathroom.
Tang Mo 'er helped Little Munchkin wipe his back. Little Munchkin covered his important parts with a towel and looked at Tang Mo' er with a sweet smile. "Alright Mommy, you can go out now. I'll bathe myself."
Tang Mo 'er looked at Little Munchkin's shy and adorable manner. She tapped the bubble on her finger on Little Munchkin's pink face. "Niuniu, I'm your Mommy, so you don't have to cover yourself."
Little Munchkin blew the bubble on his finger onto Tang Mo 'er's face. "But Daddy said that Mommy doesn't like my little bean sprout!"
"…"
Tang Mo 'er retreated to avoid the bubble. "How can that be? Mommy only likes Niuniu, not your Daddy."
At this moment, she tripped over something and fell backwards.
"Ah!"
Tang Mo 'er screamed in shock.
She thought that she was going to fall, but at this moment, a strong arm held her svelte waist and her delicate body fell into a broad embrace.
She heard a low voice reprimanding. "What are you doing? Throw your Mommy to the ground. "
"Daddy," Little Munchkin called out.
Tang Mo 'er stabilized her body and turned back to look. Gu Mohan's handsome face grew larger in her vision.
Gu Mohan had arrived.
Gu Mohan retracted his strong arm and stood beside the washstand. His large palm grasped the black leather belt around his muscular waist and he unbuckled the belt with his thumb and index finger, accurately throwing it into the bamboo basket. His deep and narrow eyes swept a sharp glance at Little Munchkin.
Little Munchkin realized his mistake and chuckled in embarrassment. He had almost caused Mommy to fall just now, but he quickly straightened his back and said proudly, "Daddy, you're lying. You said that Mommy doesn't like my little bean sprout, but just now Mommy said that she only likes my little bean sprout. Mommy even said that she doesn't like Daddy's little bean sprout!"
"…"
Tang Mo 'er's luscious lashes quivered. She didn't say that just now, did she?
She immediately lifted her eyes to look at the man.
Gu Mohan turned around slowly and leaned against the washstand indolently. The bright lights illuminated his handsome features, making him look like a carved sculpture. He was so dazzling that one couldn't take their eyes off him.
There was a pack of cigarettes in his hand. He took out a cigarette and held it between his long fingers. He held a lighter in his other hand and was about to light the cigarette. He lifted his handsome face and looked at her, his thin lips forming a threatening arch. "I'm Little Bean Sprout, hm?"
Tang Mo 'er's heart thumped. Oh no, she knew that if she didn't answer well, he would be angry.
No man could accept such provocation.
"Ha." Tang Mo 'er curved her red lips awkwardly. "Of course not!"
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