Xi Chuan lay there peacefully, no longer answering any of her questions.

An Ge wiped the lid of the coffin spotlessly and sighed softly, "Grandpa, why are there so few people who feel sorry for our Quan Mo?" ”

In fact, Quan Mo ...... I want to be loved by my family more than anyone else.

But everyone dedicated him to a deformed relationship......

“……”

After wiping the lid of the coffin, An Ge instructed the servants to set up the mourning hall, and stood there alone, quietly looking at the entire hall that was arranged as a black and white world......

Outside the European Bridge of the Manor are piles of journalists.

It was also contacted by Xi Wei.

Xi Wei wants to make the situation as chaotic as possible, so that Quan Yitian can escape.

Xi Chuan's death turned out to be the vitality of Xi Wei and Quan Yitian, just like Quan Mo said, did they have a plan in advance, did they just wait for this day......

It's ironic when you think about it.

"Xi Shao."

Xiaoyou's voice on the side came respectfully.

Hearing this, An Ge hurriedly turned around, only to see Xi Nanxing walking down from the upstairs with a solemn face, wearing white flowers on his chest as he walked, and some family elders behind him also followed.

An Ge glanced at it, but didn't see Quan Mo come down.

An Ge greeted him and asked worriedly, "How is it?" ”

"My aunt still has a little conscience about her son, Quan Mo insisted on pouring dirty water on herself, and my aunt said that what she said on the phone before was just suspicion......" Xi Nanxing sighed, looking tired, "The elders also agreed to wait until after Grandpa's funeral." ”

If this funeral continues like this, it will become a joke.

"That's good."

An Ge breathed a sigh of relief.

"Quan Mo is upstairs, I don't see that his face is very good, you go and see him. I also have to go and get people to send news immediately, affirming that there are no contradictions within the Xi family. Xi Nanxing said and left in a hurry.

Quan Mo's face is not very good?

An Ge was startled, and hurriedly stepped on the stairs to go up, and she didn't have much effort to find Quan Mo.

The door of a huge lounge upstairs was open, and Xi Wei was sitting in a wheelchair leaning against the window, with tears on her weak and graceful face, looking pitiful......

Just like An Ge saw her for the first time, she was so gentle and noble.

The break room was a mess.

Lamps, tables and chairs, vases, and ornaments were smashed to the ground, and there was hardly a place left intact.

Quan Mo sat on a sofa, the suit he was wearing was a little messy, his head was slightly lowered, his face was covered with haze, his black eyes were staring coldly at the ground, there was anger deep in his bones, one hand was on his knee, and in his palm was the scar pressed into by his own fingernails, and the slightest trace of blood was obvious......

"Ahem."

Quan Mo coughed twice.

"Quan Mo."

An Ge was startled, he didn't care about the mess on the ground, stepped on the debris of the ground, rushed to Quan Mo's side, stretched out his hand to stroke his forehead, and tested the forehead temperature, "It seems to be a little burning." ”

Another cold and fever.

Kwon Mo's health is really getting worse and worse.

“……”

Quan Mo sat there, not moving, his body stiff, and his face was very heavy.

"I'll ask the maid for the fever reducer." An Ge stood up to leave, a big grasp of her wrist to stop her from leaving, An Ge lowered his head and looked at Quan Mo in amazement.

"No, fever reducers make people want to sleep."

Quan Mo's voice was cold, grabbing her wrist and not letting her go.

An Ge looked down at his slender fingers, he held them so tightly that her wrists were strangled, and she didn't show it.