"No, isn't it ......" Guo Shiyao knelt on the ground and immediately pounced, her face was already full of tears with fright, "An Ge, you are talented, really, your talent is our recognized ......"

Recognized?

Who is recognized? Is Quan Mo recognized?

An Ge listened, I don't know if it was not the first time she eavesdropped, she didn't have the first discomfort, only numbness.

Guo Shiyao cried desperately.

An Ge stood there, watching with a numb expression as the bodyguards pulled Guo Shiyao and Hu You away.

"An Ge ......" Quan Mo turned An Ge's body, grabbed An Ge's arms tightly with both hands, and stared at her deeply with dark eyes, "An Ge, you listen to me......"

"Tell the truth?" An Ge looked at him numbly, and the gift bag in his hand finally fell to the ground.

Was he willing to tell her the truth?

"I-"

"Am I Truman?" She asked.

“……”

Quan Mo was speechless in front of An Ge, holding her arms tightly, "An Ge, I'm just ......"

"Just love me, right?" An Ge took his words, she knew too well what he wanted to say, her eyes were empty, and word by word came out of her mouth, "I love you too, Quan Mo, I really love you." ”

Quan Mo looked at the hollowness in her eyes, and suddenly felt that something was passing through his body, disappearing little by little......

No way.

Nothing can disappear!

Quan Mo took her into his arms and hugged her firmly, his lips kept kissing her hair, "Ange, you don't want to be like this......"

"You can't quarrel, you can't quarrel." An Ge muttered in a low voice, like a doll without a soul, reached out to push Quan Mo away, turned around and walked forward.

There was no anger;

There is no sadness;

There was no joy;

I was not moved......

Nothing.

She walked forward alone, stiffening step by step.

Quan Mo caught up and grabbed her arm, his voice low and strong, "An Ge, let's talk." ”

An Ge wanted to move forward, but was clenched by Quan Mo's arms hard, she couldn't break free, she turned her head, looked at his handsome face, her voice didn't have a little intonation, and asked, "Will the result of the conversation make us quarrel?" ”

“……”

Quan Mo was speechless, staring at her and unable to answer.

"Your birthday, we won't talk about it." An Ge raised a hand and touched his angular face, and his voice was flat, "Quan Mo, you are good, let's go home." ”

"Ange ......"

What's wrong with her?

Quan Mo looked at her, his eyes were almost flustered, An Ge pulled his hand away, grabbed his hand and walked forward, step by step, calmly, until he reached the car.

No big noise, no big fuss.

She was so calm that he didn't expect, so calm that he couldn't do anything.

An Ge was still wearing a suit of Quan Mo, sat in the car, the driver started the car and drove forward, and the lights on both sides of the car quickly regressed on both sides of the window, like time passing quickly......

Quan Mo sat next to An Ge, her hand was grabbed by An Ge, her hand did not have any temperature, it was very cold.

He looked at her, and she just sat there, quietly, without a sound, without a smile, like a puppet......

Quan Mo grabbed her hand and put it to his lips, sighed, and rubbed her hands to warm them, but her hands were not warm anyway.

The light outside the window swept over her face, becoming the only light in her empty eyes......

"Don't do that, Ange." Quan Mo took her into his arms, his chin rested against her head, and his voice was magnetic and hoarse, "Don't be like this, don't be like this......"