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Pull a woman's skirt!

Tang Mo'er tried hard to stabilize herself, she was afraid that her fierce movements would stimulate the golden retriever, and she didn't want the golden retriever to pounce and bite her flesh.

A small white hand covered the hem of her skirt, and the other little hand tried to pull the skirt back from the golden retriever's mouth, she coaxed softly, "Golden retriever, give me the skirt, it's not polite to bite a woman's skirt at all." ”

"If you bite my skirt, I'll pay for it from your master, my dress is not cheap. ”

The waiter stayed aside, he didn't dare to touch the golden retriever, because this was Mr. Gu's dog.

When Tang Mo'er was at a loss, there was a "click" behind her, and the door of the luxury box opened.

A deep, magnetic voice rang out in his ears, "Bluse, come here." ”

Hearing the voice, Tang Mo'er looked back and saw a tall and handsome figure standing by the door of the box.

It's Gu Mohan.

Today, Gu Mohan wore a hand-made white shirt and black trousers, the high-quality clothes were ironed without the slightest wrinkles, the sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up twice, revealing his strong forearms, and he was wearing a precious steel watch on his wrist.

I haven't seen him for three years, and time has superimposed this man's more and more noble identity and calm and introverted aura, and there is an indescribable manly charm in his gestures.

Gu Mohan stood there, his deep narrow eyes falling on Tang Mo'er's palm-sized little face.

The stranger he is most familiar with now, but he didn't expect to bump into it today.

It's been three years, and she's back.

Tang Mo'er's gaze collided with the man, but in a few seconds, she moved away, she didn't know him.

However, he seems to be the owner of this golden retriever.

She looked at Bluse with a comb and threatened, "Your master is here, hurry up and loosen my skirt, or I'll have to ask your master why you like to pull women's skirts so much?"

Woohoo.

Bluse screamed a few times, and ran towards Gu Mohan with Tang Mo'er's skirt in her mouth.

Bluse ran too fast, Tang Mo'er was pulled by a strong force, she was unprepared to trip, and her delicate body rushed straight forward.

Yes!

Tang Mo'er screamed with a pale face, she closed her eyes, waiting for her intimate contact with the carpet.

But before she could wait, a strong healthy arm suddenly reached over and wrapped her waist around her, and the man pulled hard, and she crashed into a warm and wide embrace.

Tang Mo'er bumped into it with a stuffy little face, it hurt, and her Xiuqiong's little nose was about to be knocked crooked.

This man's chest is like a wall, so hard.

The densely combed feather Jie trembled, she glanced at the mist beads in pain, raised her little head and looked at the man, "Sir, I think you should really take care of your golden retriever, women's skirts can't be dragged casually." ”

Gu Mohan supported her soft waist with one arm, looked at the woman in his arms with his handsome eyelids, and he hooked his thin and cold lips lowly, "Sir?"

There was a merciless sneer in his deep, magnetic voice.

Mr.

The salutation of these two words really laughed at him.

Tang Mo'er twisted her eyebrows, dissatisfied with his attitude, at this time she smelled a clean and clear man's masculinity, he seemed to be smoking, and there was a faint smell of tobacco, not unpleasant, very good.

The smell made her heart palpitate inexplicably.

"Sir, let go of me!" she twisted her waist and was still in his arms.

Gu Mohan glanced at her, her bright eyes were covered with a layer of crystal water, she hadn't seen her for three years, and these talking eyes were actually a little more seductive.

"Bluse doesn't generally pull a woman's skirt unless... This woman is very fragrant. ”

“…”

She had told Bluse why she was so fond of pulling women's skirts, and now he had the answer.

He said she smelled good.

Tang Mo'er is not a pure girl anymore, and his answer is very ambiguous.

His healthy arms were still wrapped around her soft waist, so strong and powerful, Tang Mo'er felt that the delicate muscles there were burned.

She raised her little head and looked at the man, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes erupted with a touching softness, "Sir, how many fragrant women have you hugged?"

Gu Mohan raised a smile at the good-looking sword eyebrows, sexy, evil, "Want to know?"

"What I want to know is, did any of those very fragrant women ever slap you?" Tang Mo'er raised her little hand and slapped it on the man's handsome face.

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