Chapter 707 - How Many Nice-Smelling Women Have You Hugged?

Chapter 707: How Many Nice-Smelling Women Have You Hugged?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It always liked to pull women’s skirts!

Tang Mo’er tried hard to calm down. She was fearful her reactions would agitate this humongous golden-fur creature. She did not want this Golden Fur to pounce and bite her.

She grasped her skirt with one hand and attempted to pull the material back from Golden Fur’s mouth with the other hand. She coaxed in a gentle voice, “Golden Fur, be good. Return the skirt to me. It’s not polite at all to bite a woman’s skirt. If you tear my skirt, I will ask for compensation from your Master. My skirt is not cheap at all.”

The waiter stood dumbly at one side. He did not dare to touch Golden Fur because it was Mr Gu’s dog.

Tang Mo’er was feeling utterly helpless when the luxurious private room door opened behind her.

She heard a low and irresistible voice. “Bluse, come here.”

Upon hearing the voice, Tang Mo’er turned around to see a tall, handsome figure standing by the door of the private room.

It was Gu Mohan.

Today, Gu Mohan was wearing a tailored white shirt and black trousers. The premium shirt was ironed perfectly with no creases, and the sleeves of the shirt was rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. He was wearing an expensive luxury watch on his wrist. He exuded an aloof and cold demeanor.

It had been three years since they met. This man had become more sophisticated and mature as time went by, and there was an indescribable charm about him.

Gu Mohan stood there. His deep and narrow eyes landed on Tang Mo’er’s small face.

He had never expected to bump into a stranger that he was most familiar with.

To think that she had returned three years later.

Tang Mo’er met the man’s eyes. A few seconds later, she evaded his gaze as she did not know him.

But he seemed to be Golden Fur’s master.

She lowered her luscious, thick lashes and looked at Bluse. She said in a threatening voice, “Your Master is here. Quickly release my skirt, if not I will ask your Master why you like to tug at women’s skirts!”

Woof woof woof.

Bluse gave a few barks and ran towards Gu Mohan with Tang Mo’er’s skirt in its mouth.

Bluse ran too quickly and Tang Mo’er was pulled along vigorously. She was caught off-guard, and her delicate body lunged forward.T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

Gu Mohan released her and stepped backwards.

Like that, both of their bodies were separated. Tang Mo’er did not really want to hit him. This man had emerged from the luxurious private room and seemed to be a rich and influential person. She really did not want to create trouble for herself.

Standing up properly, she straightened her skirt. It was fortunate that her skirt was not torn.

Gu Mohan stuck both hands into his trousers pockets and looked at her. The woman’s slender back was straightened and her stilettos accentuated her enchanting S-shaped figure.

She was wearing a black sleeveless dress and her slender arms were revealed. From where he was standing, he could almost see her white lacy brasserie. The juxtaposition of black and white was captivating and seductive.

“I will compensate you for the skirt.”

“Thank you,” Tang Mo’er casually replied and turned around to leave.

Just then, the private room door was pulled open and a President stuck his head out. “President Gu, why aren’t you coming in... Aye, isn’t this Beauty Tang?”

The President’s eyes lit up upon seeing Tang Mo’er.

Tang Mo’er glanced at the President but noted that she did not have any impression of him. She had been ogled at by many men when she was in the entertainment industry three years ago, and she did not remember any of them.

But the private room were filled with the most influential and powerful people of the corporate sector in Capital.

“President Gu, since Beauty Tang is here, let’s invite Beauty Tang in to have fun with us,” the President suggested.

“...”

Could she decline?

Gu Mohan glanced at Tang Mo’er impassively. He did not say a word and merely turned around to re-enter the room.

The President knew that Gu Mohan had agreed!

“Beauty Tang, come inside to have fun!” The President pulled Tang Mo’er into the room impatiently.

...

In the private room.

Tang Mo’er glanced around. There were many company presidents of the corporate sector here and they were accompanied by beautiful women.

Gu Mohan was sitting on a burgundy sofa at the master seat. His back leaned casually against the sofa and his legs were gracefully crossed. His fingers held the cigarette stick which was dangling at his mouth. One of the other company presidents leaned over and lit his cigarette stick for him eagerly.

With one arm draped over the back of the sofa, he quietly took a puff of his cigarette and nonchalantly puffed the smoke out. He resembled an emperor with his sophisticated and indolent demeanor.