Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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The maid kneeling on the ground begged hard, but Gu Mohan didn't take a look, he turned and left.

The man's clothes were drawn in the air with a cold and ruthless radian.

Yan Dong winked at the man in black. The man in black dragged the remaining two maids into the pantry, and soon, a scream came out.

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CC bar.

The sound of heavy metal shakes the deafness, and dances on the dance floor.

Gu Mohan was sitting on the bar. The black coat was casually placed on the table. He wore a hand-made black shirt, and the black trousers covered the two long legs. The shirt buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his sexy. The man's collarbone and healthy wheat-colored skin, the dazzling neon lights on his head are plated on his handsome three-dimensional silhouette, which is fascinating.

Many women's eyes in the bar came over. In the middle of the night, a man exuding a cold and expensive gold is drinking here alone, which is too attractive and guilty of crime.

At this time another tall and upright figure came over, Fu Qinglun threw the car key on the bar and sat beside Gu Mohan.

"Drink less, this wine is strong, and you will get drunk no matter how good the wine is," Fu Qinglun said.

Gu Mohan had several empty bottles on his hands, the sleeves of the black shirt rolled up, revealing his precious watch on his strong forearm, the big boned palm took the bottle and poured a glass of wine into the wide-mouth glass. He drank all his head.

He didn't care about Fu Qinglun at all, and drunk himself.

Fu Qinglun took a sip of the cocktail, "Why, did you make trouble with Tang Moer?"

When he heard the name, Gu Mohan paused for a drink, then he lifted his thin lips and laughed at himself, "Well, she dumped me. She said that I have a very messy family and a heavy burden. She is unwilling to share with me, she said, it is better to follow Jun Chulin than to follow me. "

"In this case, then you should find another one and look up. It's more beautiful than Tang Moer's face, better than her figure, not not."

Gu Mohan lifted his eyelid slightly and glanced at those women.

Those women have all kinds of styles, pure as water, hot as hot, seeing Gu Mohan's eyes glanced over, they both eyes brightened.

One of them came over impatiently, twisting a thin willow-like waist, her voice was sweet and sweet, and it was the favorite hang of the men in the club, "Sir, would you like me to have a drink ? "

Gu Mohan narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the woman, a small white vest with a navel, black tights underneath, a bulging chest, and a pretty buttocks.

Seeing Gu Mohan looking at her, the woman immediately cast a wink.

Gu Mohan retracted his gaze and looked at Fu Qinglun. The mature man provoked his long and narrow eyebrows to overflow with a lazy charm. "It's more beautiful than Tang Moer, better than Tang Moer. Where is it? You are blind."

Fu Qinglun sighed, took a sip of the cocktail in his hand, "Mo Han, you are not saved."

Tang Mo'er's small, charming face looks like no woman in Yecheng can match it. She made her debut for three years, and how many women will be in the beauty salon to look like her. She is a cosmetic specimen.

However, Tang Moer's figure has more **** than Tang Moer in front of her, and her hips are pretty, but Gu Mohan can hardly look down.

The beauty waited for a while, and it was dried, and she said again, "Sir, don't you really ask me for a drink?"

Gu Mohan gave a soft sigh and spit out two words, "No money."