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Right family villa.

The female bodyguards got out of the car and walked into the hall in unison.

In the hall, the dome was opened, and a large amount of sunlight fell, casting a layer of golden light on every corner, making the otherwise magnificent villa even more luxurious.

The white rabbit nested in the corner of the sofa and nibbled on turnips, enjoying its leisure time.

In front of the luxurious wine cabinet, Quan Mo stood there, his face was grim and clear, and he raised his hand and poured mellow red wine elegantly into the goblet.

Not a little.

It's a full half cup.

"Mr. Quan, the young grandmother has arrived home." One of the bodyguards reported.

"You are not allowed to mention these three words in front of me in the future." Quan Mo's eyes paused, he picked up the wine glass and put it to his thin lips, and took a sip, his voice was as cold as ice and snow, and he was emotionless.

The bodyguards looked at each other, and finally bowed their heads and said, "Yes, Mr. Quan." ”

Men are often more resolute than women when they want to break up.

What's more, it's a figure like Mr. Quan.

"Go down."

Quan Mo said coldly.

One of the bodyguards boldly asked, "The ...... Mr. Quan, there is no need to send someone to secretly protect the young ......"

The three words of the young grandmother were forced back into her stomach by the bodyguard.

The last time Mr. Quan broke up with the young grandmother, he also sent them to protect him secretly.

"Get down." Quan Mo had no patience anymore, and his dark eyes were cold.

"Yes, Mr. Quan."

How dare the bodyguards stay longer and leave in a hurry.

It seems that there is really no possibility for Mr. Quan and the young grandmother to get back together.

Quan Mo raised his thin chin and drank the red wine in one gulp, followed by a bottle of red wine.

After a while, there were two more empty bottles on the wine cabinet.

Quan Mo pushed open the glass of the wine cabinet with a cold face, reached out and continued to take the wine, and his eyes sharply caught a small memory card in the corner.

“……”

Quan Mo's eyes deepened, pushed away the wine bottle, and picked up the memory card.

A small piece.

In the next second, Quan Mo shouted coldly, "Bring the computer!" ”

The servants were afraid of taking a step slowly, so they quickly brought a laptop, "Mr. Quan, the computer." ”

Quan Mo grabbed the computer and sat down on the sofa, inserted the memory card, and turned it on-

There's just one audio in it.

Quan Mo held the wine glass in one hand, swiped the tip of one finger and clicked it, only to hear An Ge's voice coming from inside, "Drink in moderation, you can't drink anymore, stop!" ”

Just one short sentence.

A clean, heavenly voice.

Quan Mo's chest was slammed, and the hand holding the wine glass was slammed, and the red wine shook lightly in the glass, and he didn't drink a single drop.

The white rabbit nested next to him and nibbled on turnips, and even stopped eating when he heard the sound.

Quan Mo reached out and pulled out the small memory card, when did she put this in?

This woman......

Revenge behind his back, suffering alone behind his back, setting fire to suicide alone behind his back, and now recording behind his back!

"What about people?! Come on to me! Quan Mo put down his wine glass and yelled loudly, almost breaking his voice.

This day was the first day of Ange's departure.

It was also a day when the power family was turned upside down.

The villa of the right family has been turned upside down, from upstairs to downstairs, from inside the villa to outside the villa, all the servants, security guards, and bodyguards have nothing else to do, just look for memory cards everywhere.

In the garden, flowers are blooming and green grass is thriving.

At the end of the European-style promenade is a pavilion with a pile of memory cards on the table.

The wind blows slowly, bringing bursts of floral fragrance.

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