Five years ago, Gu Momo saved the Empire's richest man and was forced to conceive a child.
Five years later, she returned强势 with countless secret identities. Countless tyants knelt before...
The little girl's delicate and tender face was so endearing that Li Zhanting couldn't help but like her. He squatted down and picked up Li Qingling and Li Zixiao together, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
"Sweetie, Daddy will hug both of you at once."
Li Zixiao, who was being picked up: "..."
Is Daddy stupid? How could he do something so childish!
Meanwhile, Gu Momo also just left the hotel building.
Because of the alcohol she had been drinking, and then the wind blew on her, Gu Momo felt even more dizzy. Before she could even call Li Mo, she could only sit down on the steps by the roadside and rest for a while.
"Hey, beautiful, all alone? Where's your friend? Why are you sitting here in broad daylight? Have you had too much to drink? Or are you feeling unwell?" A middle-aged man walked up to Gu Momo, his words seemingly full of concern, but his tone carried a malicious disdain.
Gu Momo looked up. The man in front of her was dressed simply, with messy hair, and looked like a homeless person.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and she said coldly, "Get out of my way!"
Unexpectedly, the homeless man persisted, reaching out a filthy hand to place on Gu Momo's fair shoulder. "Beautiful lady, don't be so fierce. I'm just concerned about you. I found a hotel room key today. How about I take you to a hotel room to rest?"
A sharp glint flashed in Gu Momo's beautiful eyes. "Looking for death?"
She didn't hold back!
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind her, grabbed her arms, and firmly protected her behind her.
Then, the man kicked him horizontally, and the homeless man couldn't withstand it, falling to the ground, clutching his chest and wincing in pain. He then coughed up blood.
"If you can't control your hands, then I'll chop them off for you." The man's deep and magnetic voice surrounded Gu Momo's ears, and she could even hear his breathing, which had become somewhat heavy due to anger.
She could never forget that voice, not even when she was drunk.
Five years ago, it was this same voice that gently told her, "Don't worry, I will take responsibility for you."