Became a vicious male mother

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Mr. Li, a true diamond bachelor.

This was the first time she had met President Li.

But when I wanted to see it again, all that was left was its back.

The winter wind was extremely cold.

Gu Xinglan leaned against the car, gently raising her eyes to look at the large emblem of the Li Group Building.

The corresponding memories kept flashing through my mind.

Ironically, Li He Tai knew all along that he was an undercover agent, yet he let him stay by his side and often played tricks on him. Now, he's fallen into Li He Tai's trap, and when he can't handle the game, he locks him up.

At that time, he longed for freedom so much that he only felt relieved when Li Hetai was dead.

This person not only destroyed his spirit, but also his body.

He sometimes felt ashamed, after all, the other party was the perpetrator, and he had softened his heart just because of the other party's meticulous care.

Fortunately, this stubbornness persisted until he was in his thirties.

Gu Xinglan is not addicted to smoking.

I suddenly have a urge to smoke.

He remembered that Yang Wen had some in his car, and deftly reached through the window to pull out a cigarette.

It's a pity I didn't have a lighter.

Until a pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared opposite his sneakers.

"Do you have a lighter?" Gu Xinglan asked with a smile, holding a cigarette, her eyes fixed on Li Hetai without any attempt to conceal her gaze.

His pupils were filled with that somber face.

He knew that when this person cried, all the lifelessness would come alive, whether it was an emotional cry or a sorrowful cry, the emotional impact was very strong.

He blinked, put the cigarette in his mouth, and lowered his head slightly.

A cold wind kept blowing.

The fire wouldn't start, so the man deliberately used his left palm to shield himself from the wind.

"Why do you have a lighter on you?" Gu Xinglan had just lit a cigarette, but suddenly didn't want to smoke anymore.

The smell of smoke is really strong.

"For the assistant."

Li Hetai placed the lighter back in his assistant's palm and said to him, "You go and rest first, I'll go back by myself."

Gu Xinglan knocked on the car door. "President Li, shall we get in?"

Li Hetai kept a calm expression, slightly raised his eyebrows, and neither said yes nor no.

This person has changed.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's changed.

Before, he could tell what this young man was thinking with just a glance, but now, he couldn't figure it out.

Gu Xinglan opened the car door and gestured for him to enter.

Soon the car was driving on the road. Gu Xinglan turned the steering wheel and looked at the rearview mirror from time to time.

The cigarette that was left unfinished is now in Li Hetai's hands.

Returning to that large, single-level apartment where I spent the rest of my life, I felt an indescribable sense of peace.

It was as if this place was an insignificant blood vessel in his body, already an integral part of him.

"Mr. Li had a great time that night, didn't he?"

Gu Xinglan locked the door in front of Li Hetai.

He is now neither the passionate and daring Gu Xinglan before his amnesia, nor the polite and gentle Gu Xinglan after his amnesia.

It is a mixture of the two.

"Gu Xinglan, is this the real you?"

Li Hetai took off his suit jacket and placed it on the sofa. After washing his hands, he took the wine from the wine cabinet and poured it into two clean glasses.

Until the wine is full.

"Don't want to pretend anymore? Aren't you afraid I'll do something to you?" Li Hetai said self-deprecatingly.

He placed the glass of wine that had been poured in front of Gu Xinglan.

Li Hetai was testing him.

To test whether his current changes indicate he's revealing his undercover identity.

Gu Xinglan didn't intend to take the wine, and looked at the person in front of her with a complicated expression.

He actually still disliked Lai Hoi-Thai, but it was difficult for him to amplify that feeling.

"What you should be worried about now is what I'm going to do to you," Gu Xinglan said softly, patting the things inside her pants.

The things he had in his pants were given to him by Yang Wen.

0.01, L, may not be suitable for Leh Hoa Thai.

"Oh? You're carrying a gun?" Li Hetai said casually, "You've investigated so many things, but what has been found to be related to me? Just because bad things happened around me doesn't mean you can pin the suspicion on me. That's thuggish behavior, isn't it, Officer Gu?"

As the saying goes, a well-intentioned scheme is hard to decipher. The police sent this undercover agent out, and it was difficult for him to figure out the other party's intentions.

Only by understanding the other party's purpose can we address the problem effectively.

Li Hetai sat on the sofa, slowly sipping the wine in his glass.

Laughter could be heard from my ears.

Li Hetai paused in his drinking motion, raised his eyes, and looked calmly.

"Yes, you're right." Gu Xinglan smiled bitterly, then slowly brightened her eyes, walked to the coffee table, poured herself a glass of water, and rinsed her mouth.

"Li Hetai, tonight is going to be a long night, let's not talk about this, okay?"

"..."

Li Hetai's pupils were fixed on someone's face.

An inscrutable expression.

It's a mix of emotions and contradictions that shouldn't be present in a young person in their twenties.

"Li Hetai, I want to kiss you."

Gu Xinglan gently lifted her knee and placed it on the sofa, lowered her head, and grabbed someone's shoulder with her hand.

But now he thinks, since he wants to do it, he should do it.

The restoration of his memories brought him not relief, but a strange obsession.

Whether before or after amnesia, or even more so with the system's fantastical elements, the decades in the parallel world truly existed.

Li Hetai didn't move, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

Until the person in front of me took the initiative to kiss me.

Just half a minute.

"Hey, can you stop acting like a block of wood..." Panting, Gu Xinglan stepped back a little, her face burning hot, her gaze fixed intently on the person in front of her.

Meanwhile, Li Hetai's pupils constricted.

He didn't even close his eyes.

Her slightly trembling gaze fell on Gu Xinglan's eyes, and her voice rose slightly, "Aren't your police methods a bit too crude?"

"It wasn't the police's method, it was my method."

Gu Xinglan gently patted Li Hetai's face.

Suddenly, her shoulder was shoved away, and Gu Xinglan fell onto the sofa, watching helplessly as Li Hetai left with his bloodshot body.

There was a "bang" sound.

He was the only one left in the room.

Gu Xinglan: "..."

In his previous life, he tried to avoid him at all costs, but Li Hetai came to him on his own. This time, he took the initiative, and Li Hetai backed down instead.

Inside the house, Gu Xinglan was still lost in her memories, while Li Hetai, who had fled in panic, walked quickly with a sullen face.

After much thought and speculation about the police's attitude, all I could come up with was that face begging for a kiss.

The following days.

Gu Xinglan settled into the large apartment with a clear conscience.

He was familiar with all the furniture here.

It's incredibly easy to use.

Every morning, he wakes up in his two-meter-wide bed overlooking Wushui, enjoying delicious food and drinks, and occasionally sending messages to harass Li Hetai.

He felt it necessary to repeat the words that Li Hetai had used to harass him in his previous life back to Li Hetai.

For example, ["What's the point of hiding? Don't even think about hiding. I'll pull you out no matter where you hide."]

There was no reply from the other end.

Don't test my patience. You provoked this yourself. What? You're afraid to admit it?

[Resist? You think that will work on me?]

[Li Hetai, be a good boy/girl.]

[......]

Three messages a day, sent at fixed times in the morning, noon, and evening.

If he had heard these words in his previous life, he would have wanted to bite a piece off Li Hetai's flesh.

What about the reverse?

Gu Xinglan realized this too late.

Li Hetai is like an anchor point in a game; as long as he finds the anchor point, he can find a sense of familiarity.