"I ......" An Ge was speechless, indeed, she rarely pestered Quan Mo to call and ask this and that, she bit her lip, "Quan Mo, my eyelids have been jumping, you remember to be careful when traveling." ”

No surprises.

"Are you superstitious?" Quan Mo asked rhetorically in a low voice, with a touch of indulgence that could not be dissolved.

Hearing this, An Ge couldn't help but chuckle, reached out and touched his eyes, and said, "I've been with you for too long, and I've become superstitious too." ”

"Really?" Quan Mo asked lightly, with a smile.

An Ge also felt that he was making a little fuss, so he said, "Oh, anyway, you are worried about paying attention, didn't you say to listen to me?" Don't get injured or sick, you have to be very careful when traveling, you know? ”

There was silence for a few seconds.

Quan Mo replied in a low voice, "Hmm." ”

Hearing his assurance, An Ge was a little relieved, leaning on the flow desk, holding his mobile phone, wanting to listen to him, but he didn't know what topic to use to continue......

The long hair on one side fell, covering her face and a touch of attachment in her eyes.

"Have you learned the bisque?" Quan Mo asked.

"Hmm...... It doesn't taste very good. An Ge whispered, his toes together.

"Then you won't do it?"

"Well, okay."

I wanted to talk to him more, maybe he was busy, An Ge hung up the phone and continued to be busy in front of the cooking table.

……

On the other side, in the basement of the Bai family.

Quan Mo sat in a chair, wearing only a shirt and trousers, his white shirt was covered with blood, and one hand holding his phone was full of outrageous bruises, but his nails were still clean.

His face was bruised, he had lost his former handsomeness and superiority, he hung his head slightly, his breathing was slow, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and the corners of his lips were obviously bloody.

The phone has been hung up.

Quan Mo still tried his best to maintain his usual tone and said to the phone, "Remember to rest early at night, Ange." ”

Every word consumed all his strength.

After speaking, Quan Mo took the phone away from his ear, his movements slow and stiff.

“……”

One of the bodyguards took two steps forward to remove the phone from his hand and place it in a cabinet.

Two bodyguards walked over, pulled Quan Mo up from the chair, tied his hands back to the rope, and hung him up, and the other person who had been waiting by his side immediately picked up the leather whip and whipped it at him.

“……”

Quan Mo gritted his teeth, his tied hands clenched into fists, the ring on his ring finger shone faintly, his fingertips touched the edge of the ring, Quan Mo closed his eyes with peace of mind, and let them whip, from beginning to end, without shouting.

At the door, Bai Chongshan stood there watching, with a hint of happiness on his face.

"Master, will you be unbearable with such a play?" A bodyguard came over, and in the face of Quan Mo, everyone had to admire.

He was whipped to the point that he had only half a life, but he never even snorted.

If it weren't for the blood and injuries on his body, if it weren't for his pale face, they would all have to suspect that these whippings were not on Quan Mo's body.

"Isn't there a doctor on the side, as long as you don't die or be disabled?" Bai Chongshan sneered, staring at Quan Mo, who was hanging there and dying, "But I want him to eat enough." ”

"So what's the solution?" The bodyguard asked with a frown.

"I'm Chinese, so I'll use some traditional methods." Bai Chongshan smelled the strong smell of blood and coughed, "Prepare chili water." ”