An Ge got up from the bed in fright, picked up a tissue to wipe her hands, wiped her hands desperately, eager to wipe off a layer of skin, and the next second, she couldn't stand it and rushed to the phone, picked up the phone in the hotel room and called Quan Mo's mobile phone number......

Quan Mo, take her home.

Hurry up.

Pressing a few numbers, Ange stopped.

The phone slipped from her grasp......

Finding memories and staying by Kwon Mo's side is simply not comparable to her, and if she really had to choose, she would not hesitate to choose the latter......

But should she really go back?

Once Quan Mo doesn't want her, she will be nothing, and she will have nothing.

What is it to go back, she is a vine clinging to Quan Mo, what can she bring him? Spending his money, living in his house, wasting his time...... What else is there besides?

She actually heard it come out of his mouth, and he didn't have to be her.

He could always have a better option.

It's not Bai Xuan, there will be better women, women who are a thousand and one times better than her. Since he said so, even if she goes back, what will she have left when she meets a woman who interests him more in the future?

The saddest and ridiculous thing in the relationship is that she sees him as the only one, only to find out that she is just one of his choices......

An Ge sat on the ground and reached out to grab the clothes in his heart, uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.

Kwon Mo, how can you say that......

How can it.

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2 hours after the breakup -

In the villa of the Quan family, Quan Mo gracefully unbuttoned the cufflinks, rolled up the sleeves, and picked up red wine from the wine cabinet.

A bodyguard walked in quickly and reported respectfully, "Mr. Quan, the young grandmother has opened a room on the street, and it seems that she is not going to come back." We're staring. ”

Quan Mo took out a bottle of the long-aged Lafite, and when he heard this, his handsome face did not change his expression at all, and he said coldly and casually, "Go down." ”

"Yes, Mr. Quan."

The bodyguard leaves.

Quan Mo slammed the red wine into the column, and the bottle shattered, and the wine was as red as blood, gurgling out.

Immediately after, Quan Mo walked over silently, crouched down and picked up the broken bottle.

"Young Master, let's just come."

Seeing this, the two maids who came hurriedly said, trying to snatch the bottle from Quan Mo's hand.

"Get out!"

Quan Mo let out a cold low roar.

"Yes, young master." The maids were startled and hurried back.

Quan Mo silently picked up the broken bottle, piece by piece, and put it in the palm of his hand.

“……”

The two maids were stunned at the time and looked at Kwon Mo in horror.

Quan Mo's face was still expressionless, he grabbed the fragments, the green tendons on the back of his hand highlighted his strength, and the crimson blood flowed down his hand, dripping into a line......

Sharp pain runs from the ten fingers to every nerve in the body.

It wasn't until every corner of his body hurt that Quan Mo felt comfortable, reached out and let go of the broken wine bottle, a soul-devouring smile on the corner of his lips, and stood up to leave.

“……”

The two maids stood next to each other, as if watching a horror movie, staring at each other in horror, and then silently went to clean up the mess.

4 hours after the breakup -

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the night was so dark that there was not a trace of light,

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room on the 4th floor, Quan Mo sat on a European-style single sofa and elegantly sipped red wine, his handsome face was expressionless, and his black eyes were indifferent.

As soon as his slender hand was wiped clean, bright red blood came out of the wound again.