Chapter 711 - I Don’t Want Us to Be at Odds with Each Other for a Woman
Gu Mohan turned around, preparing to step inside the bathroom.
“Daddy.” He heard a cute voice behind him, “Can you please lend me your cell phone?”
Gu Mohan turned back, glancing at the little munchkin before he slot his hand inside his pocket, whipping out his cell phone to pass it over to him.
…
In the bathroom.
Gu Mohan took his trousers off before he stood under the rain shower, letting the cold water wash over him.
He shut his eyes, his mind was filled with the scene he had witnessed in the bar. She was wearing a black dress, his Adam’s apple bobbed prominently and his hand slid downwards…
After he brought the drawing out with him, he stepped out of Little Munchkin’s room and went back to his one.
Gu Mohan didn’t go to sleep, he sat on the chair, bringing out a pair of scissors to cut his figure representing him out from the drawing, pasting it in the front instead.
Now that he looked at it, he was walking in front with his hands in his pockets, the woman was holding little munchkin’s hand on her right and on her left was Bluse. They were all chasing after him in the drawing.
He seemed so cool.
Little Munchkin had drawn him in the back all by himself and he was irked by it. Now that he had made some changes, it was perfect, no matter how he looked at it.
Gu Mohan’s lips were raised into a subtle smile.
But soon, his handsome facial features turned somber. What exactly was he doing?
He placed one hand on his forehead, he was having a headache again.
Every single time he had a headache, his split personality would take over him.
He quickly opened his drawer, finding his bottle of pills and placing one inside his mouth.
He had been receiving treatment for the past three years. Dissociative Identity Disorder was a mental disorder. But his split personality hadn’t been out for the past three years that Tang Mo’er had been away for.
But now that Tang Mo’er was back, his split personality seemed to be preparing to act up again.
A melodious ringtone sounded, signalling an incoming call. It was an unfamiliar phone number that showed up on the screen.
Who was it?
Gu Mohan decided to just decline the call.
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The next morning.
Little Gu Yelin wore a light yellow T-shirt and Aunt Su brought him down the stairs. In the dining room, Little Gu Yelin looked at the man opposite him confidently and greeted him with a tender voice, “Good morning, Daddy.”
Gu Mohan was seated opposite him on the dining table, he was holding onto the English Financial Times and the sunlight beamed down on him from the windows outside. He was elegant, distinguished and attractive.
He lifted his eyes, glancing at the little munchkin opposite him. Little Munchkin was wearing a yellow t-shirt and he was extremely adorable, but there was something printed on the shirt—-Most Handsome in the Entire Kindergarten.
Gu Mohan furrowed his brows, glancing at Aunt Su without speaking a word.
Aunt Su instantly straightened her back, reporting, “Sir, young master insisted on wearing this t-shirt.”
Gu Mohan put his newspapers away. “Let’s have breakfast.”
Little Gu Yelin took a sip of milk. “Daddy, did Fairy Sister reply to my text?”
“No.”
“How is that even possible? I don’t believe you, Daddy, lend me your cell phone. I’m going to give Fairy Sister a call.”
Gu Mohan peeled an egg and placed it in front of Little Gu Yelin. “You’re not going to get my cell phone, I have many eggs available for you though.”
Wails.
Little Gu Yelin bellowed, he felt as though he was attacked a thousand times. He hated eggs the most!
…
In the limousine, at the back seat. Little Gu Yelin was carrying a backpack and he was in a daze.
Gu Mohan took a glance at him. “Niuniu, what’s wrong?”
Little Gu Yelin lifted his head, looking out of the windows. “I’ve fallen out of love.”
“…”
Retracing his gaze, Gu Mohan returned his attention to the documents in his hand.
He suddenly heard a gasp. “Fairy Sister, it’s Fairy Sister! Stop the car right now!”
The chauffeur changed lanes and stopped the car beside the path, Little Gu Yelin instantly pushed the door open, leaping out of the car.
“Fairy Sister! Fairy Sister!”
Gu Mohan lifted his head, looking outside of the windows. Tang Mo’er was standing along the streets, hailing a cab.
Today she was wearing a white, off-shoulder shirt and tapered trousers. Her wavy, dark brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, revealing her delicate neck.