Chapter 17 Apply Ointment to You

Qixi left, but left Tang Moer with a bloodshot face.

She is really, "..."

"Haha, Mr. Gu, don't take it seriously, my agent likes to joke." Tang Mo'er tugged on her skirt with her two small hands and smiled dryly at the man.

Compared to Tang Mo'er's embarrassment, Gu Mohan's face was calm and calm. He looked at her and said, "When you say you are joking, do you mean that I am your pretty boy, or...?"

"…all of them!"

Okay?

Tang Mo'er felt that his face was on fire. Did he do it on purpose? As a well-educated gentleman, shouldn't he avoid this topic?

Gu Mohan's eyes darkened, "Go upstairs and take a shower, okay?"

These few simple words are so overbearing that they cannot be criticized.

Tang Mo'er felt that her eardrums were numb. She didn't even have the courage to look at the man. She pulled out her thin legs and ran directly upstairs, as if someone was chasing her from behind.

Looking at her pretty and delicate back, Gu Mohan wiped his hands in his trouser pockets and raised the corners of his lips softly.

At this time, secretary Yan Dong stepped forward and handed a stack of information to the man, and said respectfully, "President, this is all the information on Miss Tang, including Tang Hai, Qin Yawen, and Han Dong."

Gu Mohan lowered his eyes and flipped through the information, a dark arc appeared at the corner of his crimson lips, "How is the situation at Tang Mo'er's place?"

"It's a bit bad. The video of Ms. Tang pushing Han Xiaowan downstairs is going viral now. Because there are no frontal shots in the mall, Su Zhe, the boss of Popular Entertainment, bought a navy to blackmail Ms. Tang, so Ms. Tang is surrounded by enemies."

Gu Mohan sneered, how could this idiot be treated so badly?

Recalling the image of her huddled in a corner crying alone at the police station, Gu Mohan's perfect silhouette suddenly turned cold. He thought for a moment, "Let passers-by in the shopping mall come forward tomorrow and say that they saw Han Xiaowan rolling down the stairs by herself. The IDs of those trolls are very popular, and by the way, Su Zhe and Han Xiaowan had a good relationship in Las Vegas three years ago, so go get some photos."

The man gave a few instructions in a low voice, but it was enough to make Tang Moer turn over beautifully.

"President, I heard that Miss Tang and Su Zhe and Han Xiaowan are going to hold a press conference tomorrow..."

Gu Mohan raised his eyes and looked at Yan Dong, "You mean, take a look?"

"Yes, I think Miss Tang is tough and smart. The president might as well let her do it by herself first. If she can't do it, it won't be too late for the president to deal with the aftermath for her."

Gu Mohan raised his beautiful eyebrows and suddenly felt that Yan Dong was right. Three years had passed and this girl should have grown up.

He was quite looking forward to her press conference.

…

Tang Mo'er ran into a room. She rushed directly into the shower room and turned on the cold water.

She wanted to suppress her shock.

Holding her hot face with her two little hands, she wanted to run away. Why was she so embarrassed?

After fifteen minutes of showering, she came out with her little head drooped. She wiped off the water droplets on her body. She was embarrassed. Where were her pajamas?

No pajamas!

The shower room was large and three-dimensional. There was also a small wardrobe in it. Tang Moer opened it and saw that it was all pure white shirts.

Is this his shirt?

Then you can only borrow one.

Tang Mo'er stretched out her little hand to pick one and put it on herself. The man's shirt was very wide and made her petite and delicate.

After making sure that his appearance was perfect, Tang Moer opened the door and walked out.

…

As soon as she entered the room, she noticed that there was a tall and straight body in the room. The man was standing by the balcony, wiping his trouser pocket with one hand and holding a glass of red wine with one hand. His restrained and dignified appearance was like a sand painting.

"Why are you here?"

Hearing the voice, Gu Mohan turned to look at the little woman by the door. His eyes lingered on the white shirt she was wearing, a little casually, "This is my room."

Is this his room?

Well, Tang Moer felt that whatever she did today was wrong.

"Your place is too big. I didn't pay attention when I came in just now."

"Then when you wore this shirt, you didn't know it was mine?"

“…”

This man is so stingy. What's wrong with her entering his room and wearing one of his shirts? He lives in her house and she doesn't even ask him for rent!

Does he dislike her for breaking into his private forbidden area and messing with his belongings? Just now in the police station, she cried into a mess and his face was filled with disgust. Tang Moer pursed her red lips. After living together for a few days, she knew this. The man's requirements for the quality of life are almost harsh, and he also has a slight mysophobia. I really don't know where he got this... noble spirit?

What?

However, this man has a handsome appearance and an extraordinary bearing. He is the one most easily attracted by women according to foreign media magazines.

Tang Moer curled her lips, saying that men are lustful. In fact, women are more lustful than men. No wonder Qixi, who has been with her for so many years, changed after seeing this man!

Gu Mohan gently shook the red wine glass in his hand, then drank the red wine gracefully, put down the red wine glass, stretched his long legs and came to the bedside to sit down, "Come here, I will apply ointment to you."

"Oh." Tang Moer walked over.

Gu Mohan stretched out his big palm to tuck the hair around her cheeks behind her ears, then opened the ointment and gently applied it on her little face.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

His movements were very gentle. Tang Moer looked at him and shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

Gu Mohan looked at the small earlobe beside her black hair.

"Are there any injuries on your body?"

"Yes, here on the back." Tang Moer pointed to his back, which hit the sharp corner of the stairs in the mall.

"I'll put some ointment on you."

"Oh...ah? No more!" Tang Moer quickly refused, and even her expression became unnatural.

"What's wrong?" Gu Mohan's deep narrow eyes fell sharply on her.