Everything will be fine.

"Mo'er, remember, you must remember, this is your Mr. Gu, the Mr. Gu you love, don't forget him again!"

……

At night, Aunt Wu was about to turn off the lights, when she suddenly saw that the lights in the kitchen were still on, and a tall and handsome body stood inside.

Mr?

What is the gentleman doing in the kitchen at such a late hour?

Aunt Wu walked to the door and saw that Gu Mohan was standing by the washstand with long legs, holding a knife in his hand, cutting fresh bamboo shoots.

After cutting the fresh bamboo shoots and then opening the meat slices, he has a book in his hand, and he is good at cooking, and he turns to the page of fried meat with fresh bamboo shoots.

Tang Mo'er likes to eat stir-fried meat with fresh bamboo shoots made by Jun Chulin, so he will learn it now.

Stir-fried pork with fresh bamboo shoots was the first dish he learned, and he learned it for her.

Tang Mo'er was already asleep, Gu Mohan was wearing a black shirt, the shirt was not tucked into his trousers, casual and lazy hanging, the shirt buttons were half loose, vaguely revealing half of his lean chest, and his whole person was bathed in the dim light of the kitchen, revealing a sense of home warmth.

This superior of the business world, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, in such a night, he retreated from all prosperity and washed his hands and made soup for a woman.

The pot was already hot, and oil was added, Gu Mohan poured the meat slices into it, because he was inexperienced, a few drops of hot oil quickly splashed on his hands, and they turned red.

But he didn't care at all and continued to study his own dishes.

Aunt Wu stood behind and watched this scene, her eyes were a little red, Mr. was so good to his wife.

……

Following.

Because she tossed for a long time last night, Tang Mo'er got up late, and it was already noon when she got up.

Opening the door and walking out, her bright eyes searched around, but suddenly she didn't know who she was looking for.

Her brain was blank, and she even forgot about Jun Chulin.

The red lips moved twice, who she wanted to call, but she couldn't remember who to call, and she forgot Mr. Gu.

She forgot Mr. Gu's name and name.

It was as if something important in her life had suddenly disappeared, and she tried to search her brain, but nothing came out.

It's a blank slate.

She stood alone in the living room, empty and dazed, and suddenly she didn't know what she was supposed to do.

Who is she?

At this time, a deep magnetic voice sounded in his ears, "Mo'er, what are you doing standing there, come here." ”

Tang Mo'er looked sideways, in the restaurant, Gu Mohan was standing there with long legs, he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his handsome face, tall body, elegant and noble, which made people look sideways.

Her little feminine face froze for a moment.

At this time, Gu Mohan pulled out his long legs and walked over, he stretched out his big palm to hold her soft and boneless little hand, and his deep voice was full of warmth, "Mo'er, you're hungry, let's eat." ”

He took her little hand and led her into the dining room.

There are three dishes and one soup on the table, which looks full of color, flavor and flavor, and there is also a boiled bone winter melon soup, which is refreshing and delicious.

Aunt Wu served two bowls of rice and said with a smile, "Madam, hurry up and taste the dishes, these dishes are cooked by Mr. himself." ”

Tang Mo'er looked at the man beside her, his side face was handsome and smooth, which made people feel excited, she seemed to know him, but she couldn't call his name.

Did he cook for her?

Gu Mohan sandwiched a piece of fried meat with fresh bamboo shoots and put it in her small bowl, "Mo'er, taste it, see if it's delicious." ”

Tang Moer picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, well, it's delicious.

This is probably the best fried pork with bamboo shoots she has ever tasted.

At this time, she suddenly saw a large red patch on the man's bony palm, and several large blisters had burned on it, and she chuckled in her heart, as if a thin long needle had stung her heart.

She quickly stretched out two delicate little hands to hug the man's big palm, and her soft fingertips caressed his wounds.

Gu Mohan's line of sight could see half of her soft little face, her jet-black hair tucked behind her ears, revealing her snow-white earlobes and delicate facial features, and now she was tightly twisting her eyebrows, looking distressed.

"Mo'er, I'm not in pain, it's fine. ”

It was enough for her to feel so sorry for him.

Tang Mo'er trembled like a comb, and her red little mouth stepped forward and exhaled at his wound.

Whoo doesn't hurt anymore.

Such a childish and cute action made the corners of Gu Mohan's mouth curl with a faint and pleasant arc.

……

After lunch, Tang Moer wanted to eat an apple.

But the apples were on top of the fridge, and she was too short to get them.

She raised her little head, and her bright eyes looked at the apples, which were red and fluttering, big and fragrant, exuding incomparable temptation, and she stood on tiptoe to reach them.

However, it is still not within reach.

At this time, a large palm with distinct bones poked out from behind her, stretched out to the top of the refrigerator, and directly took the big red apple in the palm of her hand.

"Here you go. The man handed the apple to her.

Tang Mo'er turned around, Gu Mohan's handsome and three-dimensional face enlarged in her sight, he wiped his trouser pocket with one hand, and handed her the apple with one hand.

Now she was blocked between his broad and warm chest and the refrigerator, and Xiuqiong smelled the crisp and clean man's masculinity emanating from him under the wings of her little nose, which was particularly charming.

This smell is so familiar.

But the familiarity made her unable to remember.

She stretched out her small white hand to take the red apple in his big palm.

But the man suddenly raised his hand, his big palm holding the apple propped up on the top of the refrigerator, and his tall and upright body suddenly pressed closer, "Want to eat? Tell me, who am I?"

Who is he?

Tang Mo'er's clear eyes looked at him confusedly.

Gu Mohan looked condescendingly at the soft and blank little face in his arms, "Mo'er, have you forgotten me, scream, scream... Mr. Gu..."

Mr. Gu?

Mr. Gu!

Tang Moer's mind suddenly poured out a lot of pictures, like a movie, three years ago she bumped into his arms and said--- Mr., you will be my man in the future."

Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau that day, her soft fingertips caressed his handsome face---Mr. Gu, I won't forget you, definitely not."

Mr. Gu.

Oh, it turned out to be her Mr. Gu.

She remembered it all.

Tang Mo'er's bright eyes exuded a brilliant light, she pounced, threw herself into the man's arms, and stretched out two slender arms to hug his slender waist and abdomen.

This warm and fragrant little body threw himself into his arms again, Gu Mohan felt that his whole heart was full, his flexible thin lips kissed her hair hard, and he coaxed, "Mo'er, be good, scream... Mr. Gu. ”

He wanted to hear it.

He wanted to hear her call him Mr. Gu.

Tang Mo'er hooked her red lips in his arms, and said in a glutinous voice, "Gu..."

This "Gu" didn't say anything, her eyes darkened, and she fell down directly.

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