Chapter 143 Gu Mohan, Shall We Break Up?

Whether it's "Legend" or 300 million, he is willing to give it.

For no other reason than six-year-old Lu Qier, she deserves it.

Fu Qinglun returned to reality from distant memories. His eyes were red unconsciously. He leaned down and wanted to kiss Lin Shiyu.

Lin Shiyu turned her head away, and the corners of her lips curved into a cold arc, "Young Master Fu, were you thinking about Lu Qier just now?"

Fu Qinglun froze, and the dark side deeply hidden in his heart was instantly revealed.

Lu Qier saved him when he was a child, when he was most desperate and helpless, so he retained a softness in his heart for Lu Qier.

Therefore, he is obsessed with Lu Qier.

"Young Master Fu, on our wedding night three years ago, you called Lu Qier's name in my ear. Do you want history to repeat itself today?"

History repeats itself?

Fu Qinglun's eyes suddenly became very complicated. He did not regard her as Lu Qier's substitute, but the feeling of panic and loss of control on the wedding night was exactly the same as when he was twelve years old.

"Master, no." The servant replied respectfully.

Huo Beichen stretched out his foot and kicked the butler on the butt, "What are you doing standing still? Tang Mo'er is missing. Get someone out and look for her!"

"Yes, Master."

The housekeeper wiped his hands with cold sweat and ran away. He wanted to apply to be transferred back to the Huo family's old house. This little bully was too difficult to take care of.

"Second brother, don't worry, I've asked them to go out to look for her. Tang Mo'er can't get out. She was like that by you last night..."

Huo Beichen's voice stopped suddenly because Gu Mohan came over with a sharp and cold look.

“…”

Gu Mohan furrowed his handsome eyebrows, and his deep narrow eyes were as thick as splashing ink. If she didn't go out, she must still be in the room.

He turned around and went upstairs to his room.

There was no such beautiful figure of Tang Mo'er in the huge room. Gu Mohan walked around lightly and then fixed his gaze on the balcony.

He walked over with steady steps and opened the curtain with a "swish" sound.

Tang Mo'er was holding herself with two slim arms and sitting quietly in the corner of the balcony, her palm-sized face resting on her knees, her densely combed feathers hanging down one by one, she was sleeping with her eyes closed.

The window was opened a crack, and the cold wind outside was blowing the hair around her cheeks. Even the hem of her skirt was swinging in the air with a cool and gentle arc, and her whole body was so empty that it was impossible to grasp it.

Gu Mohan's heart suddenly hurt, as if a big hand was grabbing his heart hard, making every breath he took hurt.

Slowly stretching out his big, sharp-jointed hands, he picked up the girl.

Tang Mo'er slowly opened her eyes in his arms. Her clear eyes were clean and without tears, but they did not have the bright charm of the past. She was like a rag doll, which made people feel distressed to see her.

"If you don't want to sleep in a good bed, you have to hide on the balcony to sleep, okay?" Gu Mohan asked in a low voice.

"I can't sleep with you in my arms."

She uttered a few words in a soft voice, and Gu Mohan's steps froze. He curled his thin lips that looked dry due to high fever in a self-deprecating and lonely manner. Now, was she so repulsive to him?

He held her and she couldn't sleep.

So, she secretly hid on the balcony to sleep alone.

"Gu Mohan, can we break up?"

separate?

Gu Mohan looked at the small palm-sized face in his arms. Her face was sickly pale. He answered with two words, "Not good."

Tang Moer smiled, "We're breaking up. I'm just informing you that my dad will come to take me home later."