Chapter 113: If I Ask You to Call Me Husband, You’d Better Do It or You’ll See How I’ll Deal with You

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A man who let a woman light his cigarette meant there was bound to be some intimacy between them. However, it was better than calling him “husband”.

Tang Mo’er stood up and went over to Gu Mohan.

She picked up the cigarette box next to his hands and took one out. She pa.s.sed it to him. “President Gu, here you go.”

Gu Mohan did not take it. Instead, he took her small hand and led her to put the cigarette between his lips.

She wasn’t sure if it was deliberate or not. His lips had grazed her soft fingertips. The s.e.xy texture of his lips, both soft and cool at the same time, numbed her hands just like a scorching electrical shock.

Tang Mo’er’s pale face turned a flaming red.

The focus of everyone at the table was fixated on the pair. Every slight move between the both of them were magnified and the intensity between them was electrifying as they wondered about his intentions. Tang Mo’er quickly lit the lighter and brought the flame near his lips. “President Gu, you can light it now.”

Gu Mohan’s handsome face turned over and lit the cigarette.

It was finally over.

Tang Mo’er heaved a sigh of relief and stepped back to go back to her seat.

However, her small jaw was suddenly held in place by two long fingers. Her delicate body was restrained and she was unable to move. The man’s handsome face was magnified in front of her eyes.

“President Gu, you…”

Gu Mohan smoked his cigarette and puffed out a breath of smoke directly into her face.

He did not allow her to move, nor did he stretch out his hands to cover her nose, causing her to choke on the smoke.

She coughed and sputtered till tears sprang from her eyes. She looked pathetic.

Her glistening eyes were filled with tears. She was bursting with so much shame and resentment that her cherry lips were shaking. Looking at her, Gu Mohan only felt a deep desire to pull her onto his lap and cover those sweet lips with his, ravis.h.i.+ng her till she knew nothing else.

The taste of this little demon was so gratifying.

“Miss Tang, the next time I ask you to call me your husband, you’d better do it or you’ll see how I’ll deal with you.”

“Hahaha, President Gu, stop bullying Miss Tang. She looks like she’s about to cry.” laughed the men.

Gu Mohan pinched Tang Mo’er’s small face and gave her a searching gaze. His eyebrows were handsome and distinguished. Yet, he was a sc.u.m for bullying a woman like this.

“In what way does she look like she’s crying? Let me take a closer look.”

The men burst into uproarious laughter.

The man in Tang Mo’er’s eyes had laughed too. He sat in the main seat. The movements of this calm and well-respected being had a strong aura. His thick and strong chest would move whenever he laughed. It was undeniably s.e.xy. Who knew that this man would bully her in such an evil manner. She hated him at this moment, but she couldn’t deny his attractiveness.

Immoral and despicable.

Tang Mo’er quickly broke free from him and stood up. The smile on her lips were a forced and awkward as her lips opened, “President Gu, you really know how to crack jokes. You can all start the next round, I need to go to the washroom.”

Tang Mo’er turned and left the room.

Gu Mohan took a puff of his cigarette and looked at Tang Mo’er’s silhouette through the smog.

The men at the table exchanged glances in silence. It was evident that Gu Mohan had deliberately bullied Tang Mo’er.

It seemed Tang Mo’er was the first and only woman who had the honor of being bullied by the country’s leading conglomerate.

“President Gu, Miss Tang seemed shocked. It looks like she won’t forgive you that easily,” one of the men tried to sound Gu Mohan out.

Gu Mohan smoked his cigarette carelessly, before stubbing it in the ashtray. Shoving the lighter and remaining cigarettes into his pocket, he got up. “Well, I’ll go and see how she is. If she’s really angry, I guess I’ll need to comfort her.”

At this moment, everyone knew that Beauty Tang was this man’s new favorite.

Men would only comfort their new favorite.