When Gu Mohan opened his eyes, he noticed that something was wrong, it was wet underneath.

It was all too familiar, for he had woken up like this yesterday morning.

Sitting up quickly, he stretched out his big palm and lifted the quilt, he didn't stain the sheets yesterday, and today the sheets and quilts are on.

Raising his hand and pinching his eyebrows, his handsome face was full of gloom and decadence.

I dreamed of her again.

The spring dream for two nights in a row was the one she bit him three years ago, which made him unable to hold it.

Gu Mohan got up and got out of bed, and took a cold shower in the shower room.

He didn't know what to do with the sheets and quilts, and there was still a ghost spirit at home, which made his daughter see how embarrassing it was.

He went out to find Tang Mo'er.

As soon as he opened the door of the room, he heard the cheerful laughter of little Bisihan, "Mommy, come on, what a big cantaloupe." ”

Gu Mohan's mind moved, and he raised his eyes to see that there was a large orchard behind the house, which was planted with all kinds of vegetables and fruits.

He saw the shadow at a glance.

Tang Moer and little Bi Sihan are still wearing pajamas and pajamas, white silk materials, pink velvet slippers underneath, one big and one small mother and daughter, jasper-like people.

The morning of early spring was still a little cold, Tang Mo'er was covered with a goose-yellow knitted twist shawl, and her long black hair was neatly draped down, until she reached her waist socket, she hung a vegetable basket in one of her slender arms, standing in the pavilion, holding scissors in her hand and cutting ripe grapes.

Gu Mohan's gaze fell on her and couldn't take it off anymore.

In the past three years, he has not had a single woman by his side, and it seems that he has long forgotten about men and women, and he needs to take sleeping pills to fall asleep every night, and he will not keep dreaming about spring like these two nights.

He thought he was as calm as a monk.

But looking at Tang Mo'er now, he was moved.

The atrium in the chest cavity emitted a "plopping" heartbeat, and she was fascinated by her at the moment.

It's been three years, he's middle-aged, and she still seems to be the soft girl who just met him.

He could see half of her side face from his angle, the morning sun spilled in through the gaps in the green leaves, plated on her side face, her delicate skin was flawless, the arc was delicate and soft, and it revealed the soft warmth of motherhood, which simply stunned his eyes.

He glanced down at her, the white silk pajamas were loose, but they were becoming more and more delicate.

In the past three years, she has given birth to a daughter, and she has become feminine.

Gu Mohan loves Tang Mo'er, not only loves her heart, loves everything about her, but also naturally loves her beautiful skin.

He is also a man.

The way he looks at her is usually the gaze of a man looking at a woman.

Tang Moer cut a bunch of grapes and walked to the side of little Bisihan, and the mother and daughter happily picked a cantaloupe, and there were some small cherry tomatoes, peaches, and walnuts in the cabbage, which were very rich.

"Sisi, let's go back to the house, Mommy will make you breakfast. ”

"Okay, Mommy is the most beautiful, Sisi loves Mommy the most. Little Bisi followed behind Mommy happily, and did not forget to confess Mommy every day.

The mother and daughter went back to the house, and at a glance they saw Gu Mohan standing by the door.

Compared with women's various dresses, men's clothes look very monotonous, Gu Mohan wore a black shirt and black trousers today, tall and handsome, deep and dignified.

Shirts and trousers have always been a must-have in men's cupboards, but this elite type of clothing is very provocative.

A man who needs a hanger can wear it well, and a man's hanger is naturally a superposition of power, wealth, appearance, and bearing.

38-year-old Gu Mohan wore a classic taste of shirts and trousers.

It's fascinating.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and when he saw Tang Mo'er coming, he glanced at her with dark eyes.

Tang Mo'er didn't have any expression, and didn't pay attention to him, but carried the side dishes into the kitchen.

Gu Mohan looked at her pretty figure, and at this time, little Bi Sihan ran over and blocked in front of him, "excuse me." ”

Gu Mohan retracted his gaze and looked at his daughter.

Xiao Bi Sihan's voice was childish and grandmaly, but it was clearly organized, and he said word by word, "Mr. Gu, since you don't plan to marry my mommy, then don't beat my mommy's idea, and my mommy will be guarded by me in the future!"

“…”

Gu Mohan had slowly gotten used to this little spirit spirit.

……

Tang Mo'er quickly made breakfast, hand-ground soy milk, boiled eggs, fruit meals picked from the orchard, and a bowl of hot and sour noodles.

Gu Mohan felt more and more that her cooking skills had improved by leaps and bounds in the past three years, and the dishes she cooked were particularly delicious.

It is said that if a woman wants to keep a man, she must first keep his stomach.

Gu Mohan felt that she had succeeded.

After breakfast, he came to the east wing, put his big palm on the doorknob, and he gently pushed the door open.

The deep narrow eyes looked inside, and quickly froze.

Tang Mo'er was standing by the bed, changing clothes.

She was facing away from him, with a dark brown corduroy pants underneath and a white linen shirt on top.

The life in Lidao is very simple and idyllic, and Tang Moer's clothes are all retro and casual.

Gu Mohan looked at her, she was putting on a linen shirt, exposing the whole slender back to him.

He only felt that her skin was white and dazzling, and the S-shaped concave thin waist socket made his eyes burn.

Tang Mo'er got dressed, the white linen shirt was tied into the corduroy pants, the trousers were tucked in, she tied her long hair into a braided braid, and then turned around.

At this turn, she was startled, because she saw Gu Mohan.

He didn't know when he was standing there, his narrow eyes staring at her darkly.

Tang Mo'er's face flushed, "Mr. Gu, what about your politeness, you won't knock on the door first if you have something?"

Gu Mohan felt like boiling coals in his throat, and said in a dumb voice for a moment, "You come to my room." ”

……

West Wing.

Tang Mo'er walked in, "Mr. Gu, what's wrong?"

Gu Mohan, tall and long-legged, stood beside his bed, and said unnaturally on his face, "Help me wash the sheets and quilt." ”

What do you mean?

Tang Mo'er walked to his side, lifted the quilt and took a look, and her soft little face instantly became popular.

He... Unexpectedly!

Tang Mo'er quickly removed the sheets and quilt cover and carried them out of the room, "Take out the silk inside to dry it yourself, and open the window to ventilate." ”

Gu Mohan obediently did so, and then went to find her.

Tang Mo'er was in the bathroom, she soaked the sheets and quilt cover in the bucket, poured laundry detergent, and then reached out and grabbed the dirty place, and began to scrub with soap.

Her little face is hot—

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