Chapter 163 Mo'er, Do You Want Me to Die to Satisfy You?

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and his fist hit Gu Mohan's left chest.

Tang Mo'er's black pupils shrank and her whole heart clenched. As a bystander, it hurt for him. Jun Chulin was very powerful and showed no mercy.

The injury on Gu Mohan's left chest reached straight to his heart, and he fell asleep in the hospital for another 24 hours. He came out to look for her as soon as he woke up, and was punched hard.

Tang Mo'er could see half of the man's face, and his handsome and smooth outline instantly became tight and livid.

The punch was very beautiful, but Jun Chulin's expression changed, sharpness and vigilance flashed in his warm and bright black eyes, and Gu Mohan did not avoid it at all.

Why didn't he avoid it?

There was only one reason, and that was because Gu Mohan deliberately let him smash it.

Jun Chulin realized that he had been caught in the trap. He immediately wanted to withdraw his fist, but it was too late. An extremely cold and cruel fist suddenly hit his abdomen.

Jun Chulin staggered back a few steps and hit the wall. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up.

Gu Mohan, how cruel this man is.

He deliberately exposed the wound on his left chest to lure him into attacking.

Gu Mohan also took two steps back, but quickly stabilized his body. His deep and narrow eyes fell on Jun Chulin. He raised his thin lips indifferently and said, "Mr. Jun, you lose."

Both of them were injured, but Jun Chulin was more seriously injured.

"Oh," Jun Chulin pressed his abdomen with one hand, "Mr. Gu, you won this time, and I am convinced that you lost."

Of course he was convinced, not everyone would dare to show the wound in their heart to lure the enemy.

As expected of the number one businessman in the imperial capital, he knows how to be ruthless.

Gu Mohan didn't look at Jun Chulin anymore. He stretched out his long legs and came to Tang Mo'er with steady steps. Then he stretched out his big, well-jointed palms and clasped her slender wrists to pull her away.

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Outside the hotel in Bangkok, on the street.

Gu Mohan dragged Tang Moer to the Rolls-Royce Phantom, opened the passenger door and said, "Get in."

Tang Mo'er withdrew her wrist forcefully, "I'll go back by myself, you don't need to send me away."

She walked away.

At this time, there was a painful groan from behind.

She immediately stopped and turned around to see Gu Mohan with his eyes lowered and a big hand with sharp bones pressing on her left breast.

He was wearing a thin woolen coat, and she couldn't see his injuries inside, but with Jun Chulin's strength, the wound should have torn again.

"Gu Mohan, are you okay? Go back to the hospital quickly and get your wounds treated..."

"Tang Mo'er, you care about me." Gu Mohan let go of his hand and looked at her tenderly with a light smile on his lips.

Only then did Tang Moer realize that he had been fooled.

She immediately turned her delicate and charming face cold and said, "Gu Mohan, are you childish?"

Gu Mohan stared at her deeply, with a dark mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, "Mo'er, do you need me to die to be satisfied?"

die?

When the man said this word in a low and almost self-deprecating tone, Tang Moer felt that her heart was being pulled by a big hand, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

She knew that she still loved him.

But, will she and him end?

The lovesickness in her body will be poisonous at any time. For her, he will definitely marry Lu Qier to get the other half of the antidote.

In that case, she would rather die.

If he were alive, he would marry Lu Qier. If he was dead, why should he suffer?