159 What Do You Mean, You Think That Ism Dirty? (1/2)

With the words, ”take care of him well”, this guaranteed that life was going to be hell for Han Dong.

”Yes, President.” The bodyguard answered respectfully.

Gu Mohan lifted Tang Mo'er up, walking out of the cave.

…

In the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Gu Mohan placed Tang Mo'er down on the backseat gently, he then brought out a small medicine box and started to dress her wound resulting from the slap.

Tang Mo'er frowned instantly as she felt a stinging pain. ”Mmm, it hurts.”

”Endure it for a little, it'll be fine soon.”

As she looked at his handsome face, Tang Mo'er bit her lower lip with her white teeth, muttering, ”Mr Gu, my underwear is torn, could you get someone to help me buy a new pair.”

Hearing her words as Gu Mohan dressed her wound, he subconsciously moved his Adam's apple and gave a spurious smile. ”We're on an expressway, where will I get you a new pair of underwear?”

”But…”

Tang Mo'er's pale, tiny face was instantly blushing, ”Mr Gu, you're able to find me even on an expressway, how is it possible that you can't get me a pair of underwear? Who's going to believe you, you're doing this on purpose.”

Gu Mohan froze, he lifted his eyes and looked at her. From the way she was sitting, her thin legs were covered up by his black coat, her pose was demure and ladylike. ”What did I do on purpose, please clarify your doubts, hm?”

”…”

This man was truly shameless, he was a ruffian in a scholar's gown!

Bam! Tang Mo'er hit his large palm away and turned around in a huff, facing the window instead.

He was obviously trying to take advantage of her, jerk!