Shiny black leather shoes, straight trouser lines, slender legs overlapped, and above is a slightly intricate dark ink shirt with a slightly complex cut, which sets off a thin but heroic figure.

One of his faces is cold and indifferent, with clear and distinct contours, restrained and deep, and his dark eyes are like winter snow, which makes people feel cold without touching them.

It was Quan Mo.

The servants served the dishes one by one, and a cup of black coffee was placed in front of Quan Mo, "Young Master, your coffee." ”

Quan Mo stretched out his hand to pick up the coffee cup, his fingers were clean and his bones were distinct, and his fingertips flowed with an elegant temperament.

Take a bite.

The bitter taste lingers on the tongue.

Quan Mo pressed the MP3 play button in his hand, and the sound of An Ge as clear as water immediately sounded in the wireless headset......

Only this time, it didn't make him comfortable.

In front of him, it was all the scene where he saw Xi Nanxing putting earmuffs on An Ge before he went abroad.

It was like a hand invisibly grabbing his heart, pulling desperately, and in the next second, Quan Mo threw the coffee cup out, took off the headset and smashed it to the ground.

His face was gloomy.

“……”

Seeing this, the servants shrank aside in fright, their heads so low that they wanted to bury themselves in the ground, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

“……”

Quan Mo stood up and walked forward, and the bodyguards immediately followed, and the first two people pushed open the door.

Most of the doors inside the castle are so heavy that it takes a lot of force to push them open.

Quan Mo walked forward, his steps were steady, his pupils were cold, and he moved forward step by step, followed closely by the bodyguards.

"Bang."

Another door was pushed open.

Inside is a room, in front of the window, the curtain floats with the breeze, a man and a woman are in the window, the woman is sitting in a wheelchair, her body is richly dressed, half of her face is pasted with gauze, and the burn scar can be faintly seen from the corner of the gauze, like dancing and twisted claws crawling on her graceful face.

The man stood beside her, bent over, cold, holding a glass of water in one hand and handing it to the woman, his voice was gentle and doting, "Come, take the medicine." ”

Quan Yitian, Xi Wei.

The atmosphere in the room was gentle, even romantic.

This atmosphere was completely destroyed at the moment when Quan Mo entered.

The room was cold and cold like winter.

Quan Yitian and Xi Wei both turned their faces sideways, and when they saw Quan Mo's long figure, their faces sank, as if they didn't see it, Quan Yitian handed the water cup to Xi Wei's lips, "Be obedient, take medicine first." ”

Xi Wei sat in a wheelchair, her body almost trembled, one hand touched half of her face covered with gauze, and hatred floated in her eyes.

Ange, that little slut, ruined her face.

And Kwon Mo, her good son...... didn't even arrange for her skin grafting and plastic surgery, let her face Quan Yitian like this ghost all day long.

“……”

Quan Mo glanced at them coldly, and walked straight inside.

The door closed behind him.

Quan Mo walked to the sofa in the corner and sat down.

"Let him out." Xi Wei spoke, her voice trembling with anger and excitement.

Quan Yitian cherished his wife, turned his head, looked at Quan Mo coldly, his voice was no longer gentle just now, and it was extremely cold, "Did you hear it, your mother asked you to go out!" ”

Quan Mo sat on the sofa, motionless like a mountain, his head slightly bowed, his eyes fell on the ground, and he had no expression.

After a while, Quan Mo smiled.

Cold.

Mocking.

"If I let me go, I have to go, and if I want to stay, I have to stay." Quan Mo raised his eyes and glanced at them coldly, his voice low and magnetic, "You guys are very casual. ”

"Get out!" Xi Wei was even more excited, "I don't have a son like you. ”