Chapter 524 The Sweetness of a Family of Three (1)

Gu Mohan grew up in an incomplete family, and all his childhood depression and shadows turned into a second personality like Gu Xiaoer.

Gu Xiaoer could throw the electric baton in his hand at Old Man Gu and Huo Yanmei without hesitation, but Gu Mohan couldn't.

Gu Mohan was mature and arrogant, and was influenced by higher education. He had a strong sense of family mission and responsibility, and he couldn't really hurt his relatives who gave birth to him and raised him.

Three years ago, he imprisoned his parents in the imperial capital to protect her. He left the Gu family penniless, and he did everything he could.

But he was not a saint after all. He didn't expect that Old Man Gu would send someone to hit her. He couldn't resist Gu Xiaoer replacing his main personality. He didn't expect that he disappeared. All the old man and Huo Yanmei wanted was the business empire he created.

Gu Mohan has been making himself stronger and more perfect all his life. He wants to protect his sister An'an, and he wants his cheating mother to have a place to survive in the Gu family. He doesn't want to lose the bet that Old Man Gu placed on him.

He is a good son, a good brother, and a good grandson.

But there is no perfect solution in this world. If the efforts made are not responded, it will be a joke in the end. He is a son, a grandson, and a brother, all of which are regrettable.

Madam Lu's reproach is powerful and reasonable. He feels distressed, angry, and guilty, but he can't explain anything.

Now, she said that everyone has a grievance in their hearts, and she allows him to be imperfect.

Gu Mohan's deep narrow eyes slowly overflowed with tender fragments. After living for so many years, he always felt that he was alone, but she understood him.

She understood all the loneliness and fatigue in his heart.

She made him no longer alone.

Gu Mohan's rough thumb rubbed the delicate skin on her face. The slap mark had faded, but some pink was left. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Tang Moer nodded, "It hurts."

"Then hit me too! My mother hits you, so you hit her son to vent your anger!" Gu Mohan pulled her soft little hand and hit her handsome cheek.

"Hey, Gu Mohan, are you childish?"

Tang Moer quickly pulled back her little hand and refused to hit him.

"Heh," Gu Mohan let out a low and pleasant laugh from his throat. He rubbed her little face with his tall nose, a little soft and a little coquettish, "You are really my dear wife, you love me."

"Who loves you? I'm afraid my hand hurts!" Tang Moer wanted to push him away.

But Gu Mohan held her in his arms, kissed her hair with his soft lips, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Mrs. Gu, only you love me."

Only you love me...

This sentence made Tang Moer's tightly combed feathers tremble suddenly. This man was so good at saying sweet words that he could coax her and soften her with just one sentence.

He said that she was the only one in the world who loved him.

"Moer, before I met you, my life was neither good nor bad, but after I met you, my life has color. Thank you for coming into my life, thank you for giving birth to my son, thank you for giving me a home."

He now has a home.

He has a home of his own.

There were tears in Tang Moer's bright eyes, and she slowly raised her slender white hands, wanting to hug him back.

She wanted to tell him that if she hadn't been hit three years ago, she wouldn't have left, and she wouldn't have abandoned him and Niu Niu.

If she hadn't lost her memory in these three years, she would have come back to find him and Niu Niu.

She didn't want to abandon them, father and son.

She didn't abandon them.

At this time, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened with a "click", and the little milk bag poked out a little head, "Mommy, can you help me wipe my back... Oh, my God, I didn't see anything, Daddy and Mommy continue!"

Seeing Daddy and Mommy hugging each other, the little milk bag "popped" and closed the door again.

"..."

Tang Moer quickly pushed Gu Mohan away, "I'm going to give Niu Niu a bath."

She lowered her little head and walked into the bathroom.

Gu Mohan looked at the pretty figure of the woman and really wanted to kick the little milk bag. Sometimes he felt that this son was really redundant!

...

In the bathroom.

Tang Moer helped Little Milk Bag wipe his back. Little Milk Bag covered his important parts with a towel and smiled sweetly at Tang Moer, "Okay, Mommy, you can go out. I'll wash myself."

Tang Moer looked at Little Milk Bag's shy and cute appearance. She touched the bubbles on her fingers on Little Milk Bag's pink face, "Niuniu, I'm your mommy, so you don't have to cover it."

Little Milk Bag also blew the bubbles on his hand onto Tang Moer's face, "But, Daddy said Mommy doesn't like my little bean sprout!"

"..."

Tang Moer stepped back to avoid the bubbles, "How could it be, Mommy likes Niuniu, not your daddy."

At this time, she didn't know what she tripped over, and she fell backwards.

Ah!

Tang Moer screamed.

She thought she was going to fall, but at this time a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, and her slender body fell into a handsome and broad embrace.

A low and unhappy scolding sounded in her ears, "What are you doing? You threw your mommy."

"Daddy." The little kid called out.

Tang Moer steadied herself and looked back. Gu Mohan's handsome and arrogant face enlarged in her sight.

Gu Mohan is here.

Gu Mohan retracted his strong arms, standing at the side of the washbasin with his tall and long legs. His big, bony hands clasped the black leather belt around his waist. He separated his thumb and index finger and pulled the belt apart with a "swish", and threw it accurately into the bamboo basket. His deep, narrow eyes glanced sharply at the little milk bag.

The little milk bag knew he was wrong and laughed embarrassedly. He almost made Mommy fall just now, but he quickly straightened his back and said in a crisp and proud voice, "Daddy, you lied. You said Mommy didn't like my little bean sprouts, but Mommy just said that she liked my little bean sprouts, and Mommy also said that she didn't like Daddy's little bean sprouts!"

"..."

Tang Moer's tightly combed feathers trembled. Didn't she say that just now?

She immediately raised her eyes and looked at the man.

Gu Mohan turned around quietly and leaned lazily against the washbasin. The bright light gilded his handsome features, like a sculpture, shining and colorful, making people unable to look away.

There was a pack of cigarettes in his palm. He took out a cigarette and put it between his two slender fingers. In the other palm, he held a lighter to light a cigarette. He looked at her with his handsome eyelids, and his thin lips formed a threatening arc, "I am Xiao Douya, huh?"

Tang Moer's heart skipped a beat. It was bad. She knew that if she didn't answer well, he would be angry.

No man could accept such a provocation.

"Heh," Tang Moer awkwardly but politely curled her red lips, "Of course not!"

"Mommy, Daddy is not Xiao Douya, then what is Daddy?" Little Milk Bag asked innocently.