"Bang."

An Ge quickly sat down on the chair, completely reflexive.

I don't know why, at first An Ge was very disgusted with a capitalist like Quan Mo, and even wanted to choke up and resist, but since she agreed to marry him, she subconsciously always thought that she was a parasitic fence, bowed her head in front of Quan Mo, and endured everywhere.

Endured until now, she has endured it as a conditioned reflex.

"Sit here and think about it, and then talk about it when you think it through." Quan Mo said coldly, retracting his gaze and reaching out to turn on the computer.

Well......

Why does this look so much like the school's director of discipline?

But she's not his student, nor is she his employee, think Mao.

"Less power."

He Xiaosha walked in from the outside, put the file on the table, snuggled up to Quan Mo, sat on his lap, climbed his chest with a soft and boneless hand, and whispered softly, "Quan Shao, you pushed the itinerary back today, you must be too tired, why don't I accompany you to rest first." ”

Do you get angry at her when you're tired?

An Ge sat there silently, hanging his head slightly, not looking at He Xiaosha's clinging to Quan Mo.

"You get out."

Quan Mo said this to He Xiaosha.

"Quan Shao......" He Xiaosha was reluctant.

"Get out."

......Seeing that Quan Mo was really angry, He Xiaosha had no choice but to retreat, "Then I'll go to your room first and wait for you." ”

After speaking, He Xiaosha kissed Quan Mo on the face, made a sound, and then stood up and left.

The door to the study was shut.

Suddenly, there were only two people left, Quan Mo and An Ge, obviously the study was as big as a museum, but An Ge felt depressed, so depressed that he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

The sound of He Xiaosha kissing Quan Mo over and over again was in his ears.

Quan Mo began to look at the documents, signing them from time to time, or making a few phone calls to arrange work.

Time passes.

An Ge's hand holding the bread was a little stiff, and he was about to tear open a bag to eat, Quan Mo raised his face from the document and said indifferently, "Put it on the table." ”

“……”

An Ge was speechless, but he still put everything on the table and sat back.

After all, everything in the villa is his, he doesn't allow her to take it, and she is not qualified to touch it.

Kwon Mo's slender hand picked up a bottle of yogurt, inserted it into the straw, and began to drink the yogurt while reading the papers.

An Ge looked at it and suddenly became even more depressed.

Does he use her as a punching bag now, anyway, he doesn't dare to mess with him when he sees her, he can vent his anger on her as much as he wants, he can beat, scold, trample on dignity, and spit on her......

The more An Ge thought about it, the more unhappy he became, and his heart became more and more blocked.

Quan Mo drank a bottle of yogurt, raised his eyes to look at her, and saw that An Ge was completely holding his stomach, his small face was tense, his teeth were biting his lip and grinding, his eyelids were drooping, staring at the floor, obviously unwilling to be convinced, his hands were clutching the corners of his clothes one by one, venting very hard, his nails were white, and he grabbed a specially customized milky white home clothes and folded like this.

Quan Mo put down the yogurt bottle, and the fire in his chest was half gone.

"Have you figured it out?" Quan Mo asked.

"Nope." An Ge didn't raise his eyes, and continued to grasp the corner of his clothes.

"What, angry?" She still has the face to be angry?

"Nope."

"If you are angry, you will get angry."

"No." How dare she, she was angry at him, and a cautious man like him made a fuss about her father every minute.

"Then you'll hold it."

“……”