An Ling's eyes were complicated, this outsider was really familiar with her son's home, could it be that these two lived together?

"Mrs. Quan, he didn't buy tea, so there is only milk and boiled water." Langsheng holds a glass of boiled water and an unopened bottle of milk in the other.

Why is this tone so much like an old husband and wife entertaining guests?

Langsheng didn't notice that An Ling's eyes were very deep at this time, and her expression was indescribable.

"I ...... I just drink plain water. An Ling stabilized her mood and took the boiled water in her hand.

The cold water and the glass were held in her hand, and An Ling almost touched her lips, just wet.

The hour hand stopped at twelve o'clock, and there was also the sound of the key twisting in the direction of the door. It's him back.

An Ling looked in that direction blankly, unable to take her eyes off it, and a lot of unknown pain welled up in her eyes.

The figure walked in and saw the woman on the sofa, he didn't say anything, but his original indifferent expression and his face darkened.

Covered in cold, it seems to refuse to touch.

"Quan Yi. What about the wound? Langsheng heard that he came out of the kitchen and lay on the kitchen door.

Quan Yi didn't reply, walked straight back to the room, and slammed the door.

An Ling smiled bitterly and took out a transfer contract from her bag. She wants to give Quan Yi the equity she obtained in the Quan family, after all, he is the only one who can inherit the Quan family.

She had been preparing for a long time, hesitated again and again, and only today did she plan to find him in person. Will the transfer of equity make him misunderstand that she is now trying her best to clear up her relationship with the right family?

"Please, give it to him, let him sign it. Then go to my company and find me. An Ling put on sunglasses, and since the year her father disappeared, she no longer relied on anything from the Quan family.

Today's achievements are all her own glory from her hard work in the past few years.

Langsheng nodded slightly.

With her consent, An Ling grabbed the sofa bag and went out. Both times, I saw that it was like this.

Is the gap between their mother and son so big? It's as long as a galaxy! It's really not on the same screen.

Langsheng picked up the contract, walked to Quan Yi's room, twisted the doorknob, and didn't lock the door!?

Pushing open the door, there was a handsome man sitting on the sofa inside, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, and his face returned to cold. But the eyes are not particularly good.

"Quan Yi, the contract ......"

"Get out." Before she finished speaking, Quan Yi directly intercepted her words and said coldly.

How can Langsheng be afraid? Seeing him impatiently rushing her, at that moment, she also became cold.

With a flick of his hand, the contract fell firmly on his knee.

Quan Yi's movements stopped, and he stopped beating. His face was slightly sideways, and the two black indifferent eyes were staring at Langsheng.

"How dare you stare at me?" Langsheng's eyes were half-lowered, and her half-brown and half-black eyes were also cold and frosty.

When was she stared at? Those people didn't hear her name and ran away, and the bottom even knelt directly to the ground and begged for mercy.

Kwon Yi withdrew his gaze and turned his gaze to the contract on his knee. Flipping it open, there is a lot of text. Turn to the last page, and there is An Ling's signature.

Pick up the pen on the table, write his name quickly, and throw it to the person on the other side of the door.

Langsheng caught it and wanted to close the door for him, but he called him back.

What did this call her in again?

Unexpectedly, Quan Yi got up unhurriedly, grabbed her hand with one hand, and pressed her against the wall.