Chapter 405 Tang Meiren Raised Her Eyes in Mr. Gu’s Arms, How Many Women Have You Hugged Who Smelled Good?

Specialized in pulling women's skirts!

Tang Moer tried her best to stabilize herself. She was afraid that her fierce movements would irritate the golden retriever. She didn't want the golden retriever to pounce on her and bite her flesh.

One small white hand covered the hem of her skirt, and the other small hand tried to pull the skirt back from the golden retriever's mouth. She coaxed softly, "Golden Retriever, be good, give me the skirt, and bite the woman's skirt a little bit." It’s not polite.”

"If you chew up my skirt, I will ask your master to compensate. This skirt of mine is not cheap."

The waiter stayed aside. He didn't dare to touch a hair of the golden retriever, because it was Mr. Gu's dog.

When Tang Mo'er was at a loss what to do, there was a "click" behind her, and the door of the luxurious box opened.

A deep magnetic voice sounded in my ears, "Bluse, come here."

Hearing the voice, Tang Moer looked back and saw a tall and handsome figure standing by the door of the box.

It's Gu Mohan.

Today, Gu Mohan wore a handmade white shirt and black trousers. The fine material was ironed without any wrinkles. The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up twice, revealing his strong forearms. He wore a A precious steel watch, and his whole person exuded a sense of condescension and inhumane alienation and indifference.

After not seeing each other for three years, time has superimposed on this man's more noble status and calm and restrained aura, and there is an indescribable masculine charm in his every move.

Gu Mohan stood there, his deep narrow eyes falling on Tang Moer's small, palm-sized face.

The stranger he was most familiar with now, he didn't expect to bump into him today.

Three years later, she is back.

Tang Moer's eyes met the man's, but within a few seconds, she moved away. She didn't recognize him.

However, he seems to be the owner of this golden retriever.

She looked at Bluse with her densely combed feathers hanging down, and threatened, "Your master is here, let go of my skirt quickly, or I will ask your master why you like to pull women's skirts so much." ?”

Woof woof woof.

Bluse screamed a few times, grabbed Tang Mo'er's skirt and ran towards Gu Mohan.

Bluse ran too fast, and Tang Moer was pulled forward by a strong force. She stumbled unpreparedly, and her delicate body jumped forward.

ah!

Tang Moer turned pale and screamed. She closed her eyes and waited for her intimate contact with the carpet.

But before she could wait, a strong and healthy arm suddenly reached out and wrapped around her waist. The man pulled hard, and she fell into a warm and wide embrace.

Tang Moer's little face was sullen and it hurt. Her nose was almost crooked.

This man's chest was like a wall, so hard.

The densely combed Yu Jie trembled. She glanced at him in pain, raised her little head and looked at the man, "Sir, I think you really should take better care of your golden retriever. Women's skirts are not suitable for women." You can pull it around as you like.”

Gu Mohan held her slender waist with one arm and looked at the woman in his arms with his handsome eyelids lowered. He lowered his cold lips and said, "Sir?"

There was a ruthless sneer in his deep magnetic voice.

gentlemen.

These two words of title really made him laugh.

Tang Mo'er frowned, dissatisfied with his attitude. At this moment, she smelled a clean and refreshing masculinity. He seemed to have smoked, and there was still a faint smell of tobacco. It was not unpleasant, but nice.

This smell made her heart palpitate inexplicably.

"Sir, let me go!" She twisted her waist, still in his arms.

Gu Mohan glanced at her. Her bright clear eyes were covered with a layer of crystal water. After three years of absence, these talking eyes were even more attractive.

"Bluse usually doesn't pull a woman's skirt unless... the woman is very fragrant."

“…”

Just now she told bluse that she wanted to ask its owner why bluse liked to pull women's skirts so much, and now he gave the answer.

He said she smelled good.

Tang Mo'er is no longer an innocent girl, her answer is very ambiguous.

His strong arms were still wrapped around her slender waist, so strong and powerful that Tang Moer felt that the delicate muscles there were burning.

She raised her little head and looked at the man, her delicate eyebrows bursting with touching tenderness, "Sir, how many women have you hugged who smelled good?"

Gu Mohan raised his beautiful eyebrows in a sexy and evil smile, "Want to know?"

"What I want to know is, have any of those very fragrant women ever slapped you?" Tang Mo'er raised her little hand and slapped the man's handsome face.

Gu Mohan let go of her and took a step back.

The two people's bodies separated, and the ambiguous factor dissipated. Tang Moer didn't want to really hit him. The man came out of the luxury box. He was either rich or noble, and she didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

She stretched out her little hand to adjust the hem of her skirt. Fortunately, her skirt was not bitten.

Gu Mohan put his hands into his trouser pockets and looked at her. The woman's delicate back straightened up, and the pair of stiletto heels made the charming S-curve of her body fuller.

The black sundress had two slender arms like lotus roots exposed. From his angle, he seemed to see the white lace tube top underneath. The contrast between black and white was already attractive, but now it was even more ostentatious.

"I'll give you a dress."

"Thank you."

Tang Moer responded casually, turned around and wanted to leave.

At this time, the box door was opened, and a boss stuck his head out, "Mr. Gu, why don't you come in...ah, isn't this Miss Tang?"

The boss's eyes lit up when he saw Tang Mo'er.

Tang Mo'er glanced at the boss and didn't have any impression. Three years ago, she was stared at by many men in the entertainment industry, and she couldn't remember these people.

But this box was filled with dignitaries and business tycoons from the imperial capital.

"Mr. Gu, since Meiren Tang is here, let's let Meiren come in and play together." The boss suggested.

“…”

Can she refuse?

Gu Mohan glanced at Tang Mo'er indifferently, turned around and entered the box without saying anything.

The boss knew that Gu Mohan agreed!

"Tang Meiren, come in and play!" The boss couldn't wait to drag Tang Mo'er in.

…

In the box.

Tang Moer took a look and saw that there were several business tycoons inside. They were all big bosses in the imperial capital, and they were accompanied by beautiful women.

In the innermost seat, Gu Mohan was sitting on the burgundy sofa. The man leaned his handsome back lazily on the sofa, his two long legs elegantly stacked together, and his fingers with clear joints took the With a cigar in his thin lips, a boss leaned over and kindly lit the flame for him.

He stretched out one arm and propped himself on the back of the sofa. He took a deep puff of the cigarette and then spit it out carelessly. His noble and lazy posture was like that of an emperor being worshiped by others.