737 Have You Showered? (1/2)
It was Tang Mo'er.
Upon hearing Fairy Sister's voice, Little Munchkin's eyes became even redder but he did not cry. Daddy said that he was a little man, and real men were not allowed to cry.
”Fairy Sister, can you come and fetch me?” Little Munchkin said in a childish voice.
”Oh Niuniu, it's you! What happened? Are you unhappy?” Tang Mo'er's voice was soft, tender and very pleasant.
”Fairy Sister, my Daddy is matchmaking with an Auntie. I don't want to stay here anymore.”
Matchmaking…
Upon hearing this word, Tang Mo'er froze.
…
Gu Mohan was working on a document on his cell phone. When he looked up, he realized that Little Munchkin had not come out.
His deep and narrow eyes swept over the servants. ”Where is Little Master?”
”Young Master, I have not seen Little Master.”
Gu Mohan promptly got up from the sofa and looked around the room with his piercing gaze. He called out in a low voice, ”Niuniu? Niuniu!”
No one replied.
He went upstairs but Little Munchkin was nowhere in sight.
Niuniu was missing!
…
Ten minutes later.
All the lights in the Gu Residence were turned on. The servants were standing at the corner and did not dare to make a sound. Little Master was missing and Young Master's face was already very grim.
Old Master Gu sat on the sofa in the living room. He looked at Gu Mohan. ”Mohan, don't be anxious. Yelin would not run away.”
As he stood by the full-length window, Gu Mohan's handsome and refined face was as sharp as the blade of a knife and his thin lips were pursed grimly. Niuniu had never run away before.
These three years, Niuniu had never left him.
At this moment, the butler walked in hurriedly. ”Old Master, Young Master, we have checked the closed circuit television. Little Master walked out by himself half an hour ago.”
”Before Little Master left, he used the telephone in the study room to make a phone call. This is the cell phone number.”
Gu Mohan reached out for the cell phone number. He looked down and there was a flicker in his deep and narrow eyes. It was Tang Mo'er's number.
Niuniu had given Tang Mo'er a phone call.
”Mohan, I will send someone to check on the owner of this cell phone number. I believe that we will find Niuniu very soon,” Old Master Gu said.
Gu Mohan folded the slip with the cell phone number and slipped it into his pocket. ”No need. I know where Niuniu is.”
After speaking, he left.
After Gu Mohan left, Old Master Gu glanced at the butler. The butler hunched his body and said in a hushed voice, ”Old Master, this cell phone number is… Tang Mo'er's.”
…
The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped along the bustling streets of Capital at midnight. Gu Mohan was driving and with a bluetooth earpiece in his ear. A few taps on his phone showed him dialling Tang Mo'er's number.
Soon later, the phone on the other line was picked up and a gentle voice could be heard. ”Hello, President Gu.”
Gu Mohan's hands pressed on the steering wheel. The lights from the bustling city illuminated the man's handsome, chiseled features. ”Is Niuniu with you?”
”Mm, Niuniu is about to fall asleep.”
”Where are you staying now?”
Tang Mo'er paused for two seconds, before reporting the name of a street. ”Happiness Garden.”