Chapter 889 - Family Love (1)
Gu Mohan had grown up in an unhealthy environment. All the traumas he had witnessed and the suppression of his feelings had transformed him into Gu Xiao’er.
Though Gu Xiao’er could use an electronic baton to hit Old Master Gu and Huo Yanmei without hesitation, Gu Mohan could not bring himself to do something like that.
Gu Mohan was mature and refined and he had received an excellent education and upbringing. He had a strong sense of obligation and responsibility towards his family, and he was unable to hurt the people who had raised him.
In order to protect his parents who were confined in Capital three years ago, he left the Gu Corporation and became penniless. He had done all that he could.
But he was not a saint. He had not predicted that Old Master would arrange for someone to crash into her, and that he would be unable to resist Gu Xiao’er from taking over his main personality. He had never expected that after his disappearance, Old Master Gu and Huo Yanmei coveted the business empire that he had built.
Gu Mohan had made himself too strong and perfect in his life. He wanted to protect his younger sister, An’an. He wanted his mother, who had strayed outside her marriage, to have a place in the Gu family. He did not want to lose the stakes that Old Master Gu had invested on him.
He was a good son, elder brother and grandson.
Gu Mohan looked at the woman’s pretty retreating back. At this moment, he wanted to kick Little Munchkin so much for being such a nuisance!
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In the bathroom.
Tang Mo’er helped Little Munchkin wash his back. Little Munchkin used a towel to cover his vital part and looked at Tang Mo’er with a sweet smile. “Okay Mommy, you can go out now. I can bathe myself.”
Tang Mo’er looked at Little Munchkin covering himself in a shy and adorable manner. She dotted on Little Munchkin’s little face with the bubbles on her fingers. “Niuniu, I’m your Mommy, you don’t have to cover anything.”
Little Munchkin blew the bubbles on his fingers onto Tang Mo’er’s face. “But Daddy said Mommy doesn’t like my little bean sprout!”
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Tang Mo’er stepped backwards to evade the bubbles. “How can that be? Mommy likes Niuniu and not your Daddy.”
It was uncertain what she had tripped over, but she fell backwards.
“Ah!” Tang Mo’er let out a cry in shock.
Just as she thought she was going to fall, at this moment, a strong arm held her svelte waist, and her delicate body fell into a broad embrace.
She heard someone admonish in displeasure. “What are you doing? Your Mommy almost fell.”
“Daddy, you were so quick! Like whoosh!” Little Munchkin bubbled happily.
Tang Mo’er steadied herself and turned back to look. Gu Mohan’s handsome and refined face grew larger in her vision.
Gu Mohan was right behind her.
Retracting his strong arm, he stood by the washstand. His hand tugged on the black leather belt around his waist and he snapped it open with his thumb and forefinger before hurling it into a rattan basket. His deep and narrow eyes swept Little Munchkin.
Little Munchkin knew that he was wrong and he giggled in embarrassment. He had nearly made Mommy fall just now but he promptly straightened himself and said proudly in a clear voice, “Daddy, you lied to me. You said Mommy doesn’t like my little bean sprout, but just now Mommy said that she likes my little bean sprout and she doesn’t like Daddy’s little bean sprout!”
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Tang Mo’er’s luscious lashes quivered. She did not say this just now, right?
She immediately looked at the man.
She saw that Gu Mohan had turned around and was leaning lazily against the washstand. The bright lights illuminated his exceptionally handsome looks, which were so captivating she could not look away.
He was holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand. He held a cigarette in his fingers and a lighter in the other hand. He looked at her and his lips curved wryly. “I’m a little bean sprout, hm?”
Tang Mo’er’s heart thumped. Damn, if she could not answer him well he was going to be furious.
No man could accept such an insult.
“Ha.” Tang Mo’er smiled in embarrassment. “Of course not!”
“Mommy, if Daddy is not a little bean sprout, then what is he?” Little Munchkin asked innocently.
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