An Ge walked to the guest room, picked up a quilt and came back, and put the quilt on Quan Mo.

Then, An Ge squatted down and cleaned up the wolves on the ground one by one, in case Quan Mo fell asleep, he wouldn't be rolled on any debris......

After tidying up this place, An Ge kissed Quan Mo's forehead and stood up to leave.

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Downstairs in the mourning hall, everyone was chaotic and busy.

Upstairs, it's quiet.

An Ge walked to a room and stood at the door of the room, biting his lip with his teeth, and hesitated for a long time before reaching out and pushing the door open.

This is a guest room, the decoration is European style, the large bed is spotlessly made, there is no wrinkle at all, Xi Wei is in a wheelchair, next to the big bed.

Several servants stood aside.

An Ge walked in and said lightly, "You go down first." ”

"Yes, Grandma Quan." The servants left and retreated.

The door was shut.

There are only two people left in the quiet and bright room, and the sunlight shines through the large window.

"Grandma Quan?" Xi Wei turned the wheelchair, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her gentle face, "Are you worthy of these four words?" ”

An Ge looked at her calmly, and said lightly, "Why, don't you know that my daughter and Quan Mo's surname is An?" ”

Hearing this, Xi Wei's eyes showed a hint of surprise, followed by hatred and disgust, picked up the swan handicraft ornament on the bedside table and threw it at An Ge.

An Ge dodged sideways.

Crafts fall to the ground.

"How much pillow wind did you blow in Quan Mo's ears?" Xi Wei looked at her with disgust, "He lost his mind, imprisoned us, and blew us up, and now he doesn't even want to inherit his surname!" ”

"Why do you think it's my problem?" An Ge asked rhetorically.

“……”

Xi Wei looked at her hatefully.

An Ge took a step back, leaned his back against the door, looked at Xi Wei in the wheelchair, and said calmly, "Let me ask you, what is Quan Mo's favorite dish?" ”

“……”

"What doesn't Kwon Mo like to eat?"

“……”

"What book did Quan Mo like to read most when he was young? Who do you respect the most? What is Kwon Mo's ideals? What time did he go to bed and wake up when he was a child? An Ge asked in a row.

“……”

Xi Wei's eyes flashed, her gaze turned to the side, and she didn't speak.

"Why didn't you answer?" An Ge asked, "Isn't this supposed to be a mother's most basic understanding of her son?" Why, you can't even tell? ”

"What do you want to say?" Xi Wei looked at her coldly.

"Why don't I tell you." An Ge straightened up and said seriously, word by word, "What you need is not a son, but a puppet, an obedient puppet." ”

"You're talking nonsense."

"Am I talking nonsense?" An Ge said coldly, "Okay, you answer my question above, and answer one, even if you really love your son!" ”

"......" Xi Wei was speechless by her, with annoyance and anger on her face, "That's how you spoke to Quan Mo?" No wonder he's so cold-blooded and ruthless to us now. ”

There is no family affection at all.

"Look, you still don't know about Quan Mo. Quan Mo is Quan Mo, he is not something that anyone can change by saying two words. An Ge said sarcastically.

Xi Wei sat in a wheelchair, and her face was even more embarrassed.

This girl is now becoming more and more sharp-toothed, and she has really experienced a lot with Quan Mo.

"I don't want to talk to you, you go out." Xi Wei said.