Chapter 435 Fu Qinglun Returns

Aunt Su listened to the low, mellow, magnetic male voice, not Mr.

But this is Gu Mohan's mobile phone number.

"Hello, I want to find my husband."

In Mexico, in the Castle of Guding, in the big wine cellar, Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan beside him, who was already drunk.

Fu Qinglun held the phone in one hand, held the wide-mouthed wine glass in the other hand and brought it to his mouth, and took a sip casually, "Your husband is drunk, tell me if you have anything."

"Hello, sir, it's like this, Miss Tang took the young master back to stay for one night, I want to ask the sir."

Tang Moer took the little calf back.

Fu Qinglun looked at the drunk Gu Mohan, and hooked his thin red lips. He came thousands of miles to get drunk, but it turned out that he was worried about Tang Moer.

"Let her take it back, she is your young master's mother."

Aunt Su on the other end took a breath of cold air, what?

Miss Tang is the young master's mother?

At this time, there were two "beep" sounds, and the other end hung up the phone.

…

Tang Moer took Gu Ye Lin back to her apartment, had dinner, and gave the little milk bag a bath.

“Niuniu, come over here, I’ll apply some medicine for you.”

Tang Moer bought medicine when she passed by the pharmacy.

The little milk bag sat next to Tang Moer very obediently. Tang Moer applied medicine to him and asked while applying, “Does it hurt?”

The little milk bag shook his head, “No, fairy sister, I’m a little man.”

Tang Moer was amused and kissed the little milk bag on the cheek, “So good.”

Take out the storybook, Tang Moer told the little milk bag another story, and then the two fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, Tang Moer’s ears rang with a weak milk voice, “It hurts... Fairy sister, it hurts...”

Tang Moer woke up suddenly. It was already early in the morning, but it was only six o’clock, and the little milk bag in her arms had a red face.

She reached out and touched the little milk bag’s forehead, it was so hot.

Little Milk Bag has a high fever.

How could he have a high fever when he was fine?

"Niu Niu, are you feeling uncomfortable? Hold me, I'll take you to the hospital now." Tang Moer picked up Little Milk Bag.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Little Milk Bag was sent to the hospital. After the doctor examined him, he asked solemnly, "Miss Tang, did you apply any ointment to Little Prince Gu? There is something wrong with this ointment!"

Tang Moer's face turned pale. Is there something wrong with the ointment?

How could it be?

The ointment was bought at the pharmacy.

"I am giving Little Prince Gu an IV now. If Little Prince Gu keeps having a high fever, his life will be in danger. Miss Tang, I suggest you call Mr. Gu now." The doctor left.

Tang Moer froze in place, her hands and feet were cold, Niu Niu would be in danger? !

She quickly took out her mobile phone, pulled back the number that Gu Mohan had blocked, and dialed it.

Mexico.

Gu Mohan was awakened by a series of melodious cell phone rings. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a retro and luxurious crystal chandelier. He was sleeping here with Fu Qinglun.

He stretched out his big bony hand to pick up the phone and pressed the key to connect, "Hello."

Tang Moer's soft voice came over, "Gu Mohan, it's not good, Niu Niu is in trouble and is now in the hospital."

Gu Mohan suddenly sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"Niu Niu was injured in the kindergarten yesterday. I bought ointment at the pharmacy to apply to Niu Niu, but Niu Niu had a high fever in the early morning. The doctor said that the ointment had a problem. If Niu Niu's high fever does not subside, it will be... life-threatening..."

Tang Moer choked up a little when she said the last four words.

Gu Mohan frowned, but there was not much emotion on his handsome and noble face, "Don't cry, I'm here."

He said don't cry, I'm here.

When the man said these words in a slow, steady and magnetic voice, Tang Moer's bright eyes were immediately covered with a layer of crystal mist. It felt strange, just like his broad chest and handsome shoulders could always protect her and Niu Niu from wind and rain.

At this moment, her heart and his heart were suddenly close.

"I will be back soon. You stay with Niu Niu in the hospital. I say again, don't cry." He whispered.

Tang Moer raised her densely combed feathers and quickly pressed back the mist in her eyes. She nodded vigorously, "Yes."

Gu Mohan hung up the phone and opened the door.

Just after leaving the room, a tall and jade-like figure appeared in the corridor covered with handmade carpets. Fu Qinglun came.

Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan, "Are you going back?"

"Yeah, Niu Niu is in trouble, she's almost scared to tears."

Originally, when he heard "Niu Niu is in trouble", Fu Qinglun's eyes darkened, but when he heard the last sentence "she's almost scared to tears", Fu Qinglun raised his sword-like eyebrows again.

Gu Mohan spread his long legs and brushed past him, but after two steps, Gu Mohan turned back and said, "Go back with me."

"No."

Gu Mohan immediately kicked Fu Qinglun, leaving a footprint on his trousers, and two words flowed out of his thin and cold lips, "Don't be a coward."

Don't...coward...

"Heh," Fu Qinglun immediately raised his sword-like eyebrows and laughed, "Coward your uncle."

"I don't have an uncle!" Gu Mohan said, and his thin lips formed a sarcastic arc, "The Fu family is about to be ruined by you, and you can do it to others, and a Lin Shiyu makes you so cowardly?"

After three years, when he heard this name again, Fu Qinglun's handsome and gentle features immediately revealed a sinister aura, "You said it as if you had dealt with Tang Moer. If you are not afraid, why do you come to my place to drink?"

Gu Mohan pursed his thin lips, glanced at him lightly, and ran away.

...

Two hours later.

At the Imperial Capital Airport, Gu Mohan got off the plane. There was an extended business luxury car parked outside the door. Yan Dong opened the back door and Gu Mohan got in the car.

The luxury car sped away.

At this time, there was a beautiful scenery in the airport hall, which attracted those passers-by to look back frequently.

Fu Qinglun is back.

Today, Fu Qinglun wore a handmade white shirt and black trousers. The silver buttons on the sleeves of the shirt were shining, and the expensive watch on his sturdy wrist was cold and sharp. Behind him was a butler and a personal assistant. His low-key outfit revealed a sense of condescending and arrogant.

He held a thin black phone in his slender white fingers, and was sending a WeChat message to his grandmother.

---Grandson, have you arrived?

---Yes, we have.

---Grandson, don’t come back alone when you return to Yecheng this time. Don’t come back alone.

---…

Fu Qinglun was about to put away his phone when a small, soft thing bumped into his sturdy calf, and a soft, sweet voice rang out, "Ah".

"Sorry, little baby, are you okay?"