Death was a relief for her.

But what about my daughter?

My daughter is still so young, what should I do...... She gave birth to her daughter, but now she just wants to be free, she is really an irresponsible mother......

An Ge sat alone on the sofa, his posture unchanged for a long time, his eyes hollow, like a soulless puppet.

Long.

She whispered, "Daddy, I'm so tired......"

The sound was so soft that it quickly dissipated in this quiet night, as if nothing had been heard.

……

2nd floor, study.

There was no light on, only a lamp on the desk.

Xi Nanxing sat alone at the desk, and there were several stacks of group documents on the desk, and the data on them had already been full of holes and miserable.

Under the not strong light, Xi Nanxing's face was silent and expressionless, and his eyes stared gloomily at the entire table of documents.

More than ten years ago, this pile of things was a pile of waste paper to Xi Nanxing.

He doesn't care if the group grows or falls.

But he spent ten years in prison, his character was smoothed out, and the group became the only thing he wanted to regain in ten years...... And now, what he has captured is slowly disappearing.

In the corner of the table is a photo taken when he and Xi Chuan went to play golf.

That's a photo from more than a decade ago.

Xi Chuanduan was still in good spirits back then, and he leaned on Xi Chuanduan's shoulder and smiled at the camera......

Group, grandpa.

This is what he must protect.

Xi Nanxing pushed the document aside in frustration, reached out and took out the cigarette case, took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, stood up from the desk, hit the drawer on the side with his knees, and he reached out to open the drawer.

The whole drawer was empty.

There is only an ashtray made of advertising paper.

The edges of the ashtray have been smoothed and the handwriting is not legible......

Xi Nanxing bit his cigarette, his expression froze, and he reached out to pick up the ashtray from the drawer, and many memories came one after another, pouring into his heart, which was no longer turbulent......

……

The lights of the Quanjia villa are as bright as the sun from the inside out, and the water of the fountain pool splashes and dances in the light music.

4th Floor, Recording Studio.

Quan Mo pushed open the door and stepped forward with long legs.

This place is like a dusty dark room, since his accident with Hikol, An Ge has hardly set foot here, but every corner of this place still has the breath of An Ge.

Quan Mo stepped forward, stopped in front of the microphone stand, and raised his slender hand to stroke the microphone.

The handwriting of "wife" on the microphone has been blurred.

Wife.

Her wife, Ange.

Kwon Mo's dark eyes are deep.

"Quan Mo." Alina walked in from the outside, with a long skirt with a low neck, a seductive gait, and walked up to Kwon Mo with a smile on her face, hugging his arm, "Good news for you." ”

Now Alina is a woman who is immersed in love.

Quan Mo's gaze still fell on the microphone, and Jun Pang's expression was so secretive that people couldn't see anything.

"You know, my father said that he appreciates the ruthlessness with which you launched a series of revenge against the Xi family." Alina hugged his arm and said, "So, he'd like to see you." ”

"Really?"

Quan Mo asked indifferently.

"Hmm." Alina said, a little excited, "My father said that as long as he is willing to admit you, he will kick out the fiancé he chose for me and make you a cultist." ”