566 Tang Moer Was Missing (1/2)

Tang Mo'er glanced at the dish, it was stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Mr Gu used to cook that dish for her.

He lifted his head, looking in her direction as he said affectionately, ”Mo'er, come over, let's have dinner together.”

Tang Mo'er walked over and he held her slim waist, placing her on his lap. He picked up his chopsticks and tried to feed her a piece of meat. ”Open your mouth and have a taste, tell me if it's delicious?”

Tang Mo'er twisted her head around, not wanting to eat it. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away. She continued refusing, ”Gu Mohan, stop it, Auntie Wu is watching.”

He had placed her on his lap and even fed her personally, publicly displaying his affection.

He didn't really care about what others thought, but Tang Mo'er did.

”How is Auntie Wu looking? She's already left.”

”…”

”Be good. Open your mouth, Mo'er.”

”I've already had dinner, I don't feel like eating anymore.”

”You have to taste it even if you don't feel like having anymore food. I've tried making it a few times already, it's really not bad. Open your mouth, just have a tiny bit,” Gu Mohan insisted.

He held her body in his arms and if she wasn't going to eat it, he wouldn't let go of her. Tang Mo'er frowned and placed her hand on her chest, she was feeling nauseous.

Gu Mohan quickly put down his chopsticks, patting her back with his hand. ”Mo'er, are you feeling unwell?”

Tang Mo'er took the chance to push him away. ”I'm really tired, I'm going to sleep now.”

She hurried into her room.

Gu Mohan's heart sank after seeing her shut the door on him. His expression turned somber. She wasn't truly nauseous, but rather was putting up an act. She didn't want to taste the dish.

He raised the corners of his lips into a wry smile, pouring the entire dish of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots into the bin.

He stood in a corner and emanated an indescribable sense of despondency. He really didn't know how to deal with her.

…

In the room.

As Tang Mo'er lay on the soft bed, she felt the edge of the other side of the bed sinking. Gu Mohan had just taken a shower and put on a black silky pajamas before getting in bed.

She slept on her side with her back facing him. He stretched out an arm to grasp her shoulder and turned her around forcibly.

Tang Mo'er batted her eyelashes, wanting to say something but he spoke first. ”Mo'er, let me dote on my son.”

He lifted her negligee, running his calloused thumb over her tummy and nuzzling his face against it.

His actions tugged at her heartstrings, he seemed to care for the baby a lot.

”Son, you must be good and not disturb Mommy, okay? Mommy isn't having it easy being pregnant with you, so you must behave well.” Gu Mohan kissed her tummy.

His lips were still on his tummy even after giving it a kiss, he hadn't shaved his mustache and it was short and prickly against her delicate skin. It hurt a little.

Tang Mo'er could sense something fishy, he seemed to have other intentions and so she quickly tried to push him away. ”Are you done yet, can you get up already?”

”No, I'm done with my son but I'm thinking of doting on my son's mommy.”

”Gu Mohan!”

Gu Mohan continued to put his head under her negligee…

Tang Mo'er put up a struggle, trying to push him away. ”Gu Mohan, I'm pregnant, we can't do anything like this!”

Gu Mohan's voice was already hoarse. ”We haven't done anything yet. Mo'er, can't I touch you, or even kiss you for a bit?”

”No!”