"Models? This guy seems to be very idle lately, and he can have time, anyway, he didn't refuse when I asked him out yesterday. Lu Shang gushed.

Quan Yi replied with an "um", and then said, "Then tomorrow morning, I will take the model to his studio." ”

……

For the next trip, Quan Yi went to the garage to find his car, which was eye-catching! Then he sat coldly in the driver's seat, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and went to the woman's company.

An Ling, a beautiful and picturesque woman. There are even more artists above the third line under his command to form a support group. She is capable enough to be called an ace agent.

Unfortunately, it was worthless in the eyes of her son.

Quan Yi walked into the elevator with his head down, and his steps were a little heavy at this time. Count the last time we met, that is, the glimpse five months ago.

An Ling is too busy and rarely takes the initiative to ask him out. But the only thing that can hold on is to prevent Quan Yi from continuing to be a soldier. She was really scared, her husband took his life because of this profession, she was afraid that Quan Yi would be in danger, and she couldn't even see her husband's shadow.

On the first floor of An Ling's office.

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

"Sister An is like this again."

"Alas, who made her popular with us? Bear with it. ”

"Sister An is not too old, and her temper often appears in old age."

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

He ignored everyone's eyes, twisted the doorknob, and entered.

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

Quan Yi is very low-key, and when he goes in, he still has a hand to cover his face, and no one can see his appearance clearly.

However, the people inside are tormented.

An Ling has a tendency to depression, which he has known for a long time. It is also a Pisces, and it loves to be cranky, so it often makes up some pictures that do not exist and cannot be realized.

He didn't pity her, because she did a good job. In order to prevent him from participating in the mission, lock him up or use his strong strength to coerce and ask Quan Yi's father's old comrades-in-arms to send him another mission.

Not worth pitiing.

The floor was in a mess, the bookshelves were down and stuck on the desk, the black coffee was stained with a famous book, and the woman crying in the center of the mess was like a flower to pity.

"Something?" Quan Yi did not change his emotions at all, it was she who taught him how to be hard-hearted.

"Quan Yi! Why are you like this, I gave birth to you, you ...... You've let me down so much. An Ling cried hoarsely, obviously looking like a capable strong woman, but she kept throwing books at Quan Yi like a child.

Quan Yi frowned, very annoying!

grabbed the spilled An Ling and carried her onto the chair.

"I don't want to quarrel with you, whatever."

An Ling was scared, she knew her son's character, and she did what she said.

I didn't dare to slack off for a second, and said, "Mom, I beg you, as long as you don't become a soldier, I can give you any conditions." ”

"Is there such a big gap between us? All the conditions for negotiation are needed, will the next court session? Quan Yi sneered and explained the blood relationship between An Ling and him thoroughly.

Then, An Ling's eyes looked at the man blankly, and gradually superimposed shadows appeared, familiar and blurred outlines. The two of them are really alike.

An Ling didn't care and took out a bottle of medicine from the desk cabinet and ate it with the pain in her brain. smiled miserably, but he couldn't win Quan Yi's sympathy.

"Quan Yi, believe me, I've stepped up my efforts to check your father's whereabouts. Don't be a soldier, okay? ”