Immediately marriage: Mr.Li, I want your hug

Gu Qian doesn't care about Mrs. Shang Mo's disdainful eyes. If Mrs. Mo intervenes, she can let Mo Beichen move out and break off contact with her from now on. It's a good way.

Mrs. Mo said coldly, "I tell you, no matter where you come from, don't try to enter our Mohist school. You can't stand it."

Gu Qian listened to Mrs. Mo's cold words. His mood was very complex. It was false to say that he was not uncomfortable. "Madam, I never dreamed of climbing up. If you can take care of your own son, I don't need to be so embarrassed."

Mrs. Mo stood up at once and heard her implication. "Is it difficult for you or is my son pestering you?"

"If I pester him, madam, you should see me in the Mohist villa now. In addition, I am an innocent girl of a serious family, not a wild pheasant from somewhere. Please stay in Germany." Gu Qian was not warm, but he was obviously very angry.

She really wants to know. If one day Mrs. Mo knows that she is Gu Qian, she doesn't know how she will feel in her heart.

Mrs. Mo has been used to being superior all her life. Where can others scold her in front of her? Her face changed, "innocent girls of serious people will not be confused with men. I heard that you are still a nun with hair practice from some wild temple. You are so six unclean and are not afraid of dirty Buddhism?"

Gu Qian's hands hanging on her side clenched into fists, and her face became more and more ugly. She didn't expect Mrs. Mo to speak so hard. She said in a deep voice: "madam, please respect yourself!"

"I think it's you who should respect yourself. Go down with me immediately and pack my son's luggage. I'll send someone to take it away. I won't allow you to approach him again in the future." Mrs. Mo said, screwed up Hermes bag, turned and walked out of the office.

Gu Qian tolerates this tone. No matter what Mrs. Mo's attitude towards her, she is both her adoptive mother and Mo Beichen's mother. She can argue with reason, but she can't really say anything.

Xiaoling came over with her coffee. She almost collided with Mrs. Mo in her anger. Mrs. Mo was angry and scolded, "the people in this hotel are all things without eyes."

Xiaoling stood beside her wrongfully, Gu Qian went out, patted her on the shoulder to show comfort, and then followed Mrs. Mo to the elevator.

Xiaoling put down her coffee and watched Mrs. Mo walk ahead. She couldn't help shaking her head. It's not so easy for rich people to enter. She can't regret that the manager is like a little daughter-in-law. She doesn't even dare to say a word. It's really pathetic.

Gu Qian led Mrs. Mo to the dormitory. When Mrs. Mo saw the humble dormitory, she had another attack and scolded Gu Qian for being shameless. In her heart, she hated her own son. Why did she practice herself so much?

Gu Qian pulls out Mo Beichen's suitcase and begins to pack his things.

She didn't usually pay attention. When she packed his luggage, she found that before she knew it, the room was full of Mexican dust, some financial books he usually read, and his daily necessities.

When contacting these things, Gu qiancai tasted a trace of sadness, but Mrs. Mo, who had been scolding behind her, could not tolerate her sadness. She thought that the dignity of her life was folded in Mrs. Mo's hands.

Four years ago, that was not enough. Now we have to do it again.

Gu Qian quickly sorted out Mo Beichen's luggage, picked up the suitcase and put it in the middle of the room. She looked at Mrs. Mo, who was finally tired of scolding and stopped. She politely ordered to leave, "Mr. Mo's things have been packed. Now please take these luggage and leave here."

Mrs. Mo scolded dryly and stared at Gu Qian's ordinary face. The stubbornness on that face made her look a little trance. Realizing who she thought of, she quickly shook her head.

It's impossible. Gu Qian is dead. Besides, this woman is not like Gu Qian at all.

Mrs. Mo forced Gu Qian to have an abortion. Afterwards, she knew that the child belonged to Mo Beichen. She regretted that it was too late and did not dare to tell Mo Beichen the truth. Looking at her son's pain, she could only avoid going abroad.

Not long ago, she heard rumors that Mo Beichen actually lived in the staff dormitory for a very ordinary woman, regardless of her identity. She was so angry that she came back to kill the woman while he was on a business trip.

She took out a check from Hermes platinum bag and threw it on Gu Qian's face. She said, "take the money and get out of the imperial capital. Don't appear in front of Beichen again."

Gu Qian's cheek was burning, but the check floated gently to the ground. She bent down and picked it up without looking at it. She handed the check back to Mrs. mo. she said, "madam, not everyone wants your money. Please take your check out and don't appear in front of me again in the future."

"You!" Murph's face twisted with popularity. "Don't be ignorant of good or bad. You don't want to accept the check. Are you going to go to Beichen as soon as I leave the front foot?"

Gu Qian looked directly at Mrs. Mo, "I said that not everyone cares about your family's money, and not everyone cares about your son. Please take care of him and ask him not to harass me again."

Murph is not popular. The woman in front of her is by no means an angry bag. If what she said is true, she will no longer haunt Beichen. She just needs to restrain Beichen.

But if she does it face-to-face and back-to-back, she can't guard against it.

It's her fault that she has been living in Australia for several years. She was so negligent about Beichen that she got entangled with this woman. She had to think of a way to make this woman never get close to Beichen again.

"You'd better keep your word, or I'll make you have no place in the imperial capital." Murph groaned and pulled the two boxes away.

Until her back disappeared at the end of the corridor, Gu Qian sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked blankly at the suddenly empty dormitory and felt that the top of her heart was suddenly hollowed out.

She raised her hand to cover her heart, and an unspeakable loss surged into her heart. In fact, she shouldn't have expected. She pretended to die once. Can't she see clearly?

But why is my heart so uncomfortable?

It was as if the most important piece of her heart had been forcibly gouged out. She felt unbearable and her eyes were red, but in the end she didn't shed a tear.

She decided to leave four years ago and had already made a choice. Now Mrs. Mo's appearance is just to let her see her current identity. If she wavers again, maybe the things four years ago will happen again.

She has lost it once, how can she lose it again?