Chapter 142

"Model? This guy seems to be very busy recently. He can do it all the time. Anyway, I asked him out yesterday. Lu Shang gushed.

Quan Yi answered, "well," and then said, "tomorrow morning, I'll take the model to his studio."

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On the next trip, Quan Yi went to the garage and found his car. It was very popular and eye-catching! Then he sat in the driver's seat, turned the steering wheel with one hand and went to the woman's company.

An Ling, a picturesque woman. There are more than three line artists under his command to form a backup group. Her ability is enough to be an ace broker.

Unfortunately, she is worthless in the eyes of her son.

Quan Yi walked into the elevator with his head down. At this time, his steps were a little heavy. Calculate the last time we met, that is, the glance five months ago.

An Ling is too busy to ask him out. But the only thing that can persist is to stop Quan Yi from continuing to be a soldier. She was really too afraid. Her husband took his life because of this occupation. She was afraid that Quan Yi would be in danger. She couldn't even see her husband's shadow.

On the floor of anling's office.

Before the door opened, I heard the roar of the office and the comments of the artists.

"Sister an is like this again."

"Alas, who made her praise us? Bear it. "

"Is sister an too old? Old temper often appears."

Quan Yi lowered Bingsen's eyes, and he realized that he was the reason why she was angry. She is a time controller, so is he, but every time he is deliberately five or six minutes later than the proposed time.

He ignored everyone's various eyes, twisted the doorknob and went in.

Gradually, the angry voice inside could not be heard outside, and everyone was surprised!

Quan Yi is very low-key. When he goes in, he has a hand to cover his face. No one can see his appearance.

However, the talents inside are suffering.

An Ling has a tendency to depression, which he knew long ago. Pisces is also a capricious person, so he often makes up some pictures that don't exist and can't be realized.

He didn't pity her because she did too much. In order not to let him participate in the task, lock him up or use strong strength to intimidate and request Quan Yi's father's old comrades in arms to send him another task.

It's not worth pitying.

The ground was in a mess, the bookshelves fell down and stuck on the desk, the black coffee was stained with famous works, and the women crying in the chaotic center were like flowers.

"What's up?" Quan Yi had no emotional change at all. She taught him how to be hard hearted.

"Quan Yi! Why is your child like this? I'll give you birth anyway. You... You let me down. " An Ling's hoarse cry clearly looks like a capable strong woman. She keeps throwing books at Quan Yi like a child.

Quan Yi frowns, very annoying!

Catch the spilled An Ling and hold her in a chair.

"I don't want to quarrel with you. What's the matter?"

An Ling was afraid. She knew her son's character and did what she said.

I dare not neglect it for a second and said, "Mom, please, as long as you don't become a soldier, I can give you any conditions."

"Is there such a big gap between us? We need negotiation conditions. Will the court hold a hearing next time? " Quan Yi ironically explained an Ling's blood relationship with him thoroughly.

Then, an Ling's eyes looked at the man without God, and gradually there was a shadow, familiar and fuzzy outline. They are really like father and son.

An Ling took out a bottle of medicine from the desk cabinet and ate it. A pale smile could not win Quan Yi's sympathy.

"Quan Yi, believe me, I've gone to Canada to check the trace of your father. Will you stop being a soldier? "